The theater stage had been abandoned for several years. The big red curtain fell down and spread on the stage.
When Fang Xiu walked in from the back, there was no one inside and nothing was there, but immediately a suitcase placed on the stage caught Fang Xiu's attention.
"Gerald's magic box?" As soon as Fang Xiu saw this unremarkable-looking suitcase, a name immediately popped up in his mind.
Fang Xiu walked down and looked left and right. He only saw the magic box but no people. So who was controlling these alchemical dolls behind the scenes
Sometimes, even if the spiritual sense cannot see something, it does not mean that it does not exist. After all, he has many ways to block the perception of spiritual sense and mental power. He still habitually uses his eyes to take a look.
Fang Xiu walked to the front little by little, and then saw a figure sitting in the middle of the seats, sitting there quietly, without any movement or breath.
Fang Xiu walked over. This was also an alchemical doll. It had no tall hat or uniform. It was dressed in a black silk robe and had short black hair that was neatly parted in the middle. However, there were no numbers on its body.
In his arms was an extremely exquisite doll, about the same height as a human, wearing a black Lolita-style long dress. It was so delicate and exquisite that it made people feel scared. It was the kind of doll that was so beautiful that it surpassed that of a human, but was even more weird and terrifying than a human.
At this moment, she was hugging the male alchemy doll's neck affectionately, lying on his shoulder as if she was asleep.
Behind the doll's swan-like neck, there is a symbol with the number code 1.
Fang Xiu suddenly felt that this Gerald might be a master of model making from another world, but the style of his model making was much higher.
Look at their technology, the figures they make are almost exactly the same as real people, and they can even move!
This is simply the God of figures from another world. Once this unique skill is revealed, I wonder how many otakus will worship him.
"Gerald?" Fang Xiu asked. Although the other party was not a living person, there were many alchemists who could transform their bodies into alchemical creations. This was not uncommon among the alchemist group, and the more powerful and longer-lived the alchemist was, the more common this situation was.
This might be a rare encounter for Fang Xiu, where there was no violent conflict or hostility, he could communicate freely with the existence, and the threat was not particularly strong.
"Ah! The audience is coming!" The mysterious alchemy puppet turned its head, as if it suddenly discovered Fang Xiu's existence.
"That's great! It's really great that we just happened to have gathered all the puppets needed for the performance!" He has a magnetic voice, and his words and actions are full of elegance, confidence, and erudition.
"Distinguished guest! Please sit here!"
"Welcome to Gerald's Magic Playground!"
Fang Xiu sat down and immediately saw that the light above the stage was on. It was still an alchemical gas lamp. That strange monster alchemical gas lamp held its big head in both hands and projected light onto the box on the stage.
Then, the suitcase on the stage opened.
One, two, three, four.
There were men and women, the men wore top hats and formal wear, and the women wore long black skirts.
One puppet after another emerged from the alley and filled the entire stage.
Then they all looked at Fang Xiu at the same time, their eyes fixed on him without moving at all: "Welcome to—"
"Gerald's Magic Playground!"
The brilliant light spread from the stage, and in an instant the entire stage looked dazzling, mysterious and holy.
The strange power gradually encroached toward the outside. The stage, theater, and the entire amusement park were all undergoing drastic changes, twisting and spinning, as if they had come alive.
One by one, the retro carved chairs collapsed from the distortion, the stage expanded instantly, and beautiful classical paintings appeared above the sky, including gods, heroes, beauties, saints, and characters from epic legends.
The alchemical gas lamps lit up the entire stage like stars, and then the gas lamps cheered together, like the voice-over in a drama.
The black curtain fell, hiding the dozen or so puppets on the stage.
Finally, with a bang, the changes stopped.
The sound was not loud, but it was clear and pleasant to the ears.
It sounded like a suitcase slamming shut.
If it were an ordinary person, even a powerful extraordinary professional, he might not understand what was happening at this moment, but Fang Xiu understood it immediately.
At this moment, he was no longer in the outside world, but in the space inside the suitcase.
It is incredible that such a small suitcase can hold an entire paradise and can be carried around with you. It is like putting a small world in your pocket.
This is a movable witch garden. Although its area is not large, its mobility has surpassed most witch gardens.
How magical is this time traveler's magic box
but-
"Is this what you call a magician who deceives the world? If that's all, I don't think he deserves the title!"
The sound of piano began to play and the curtain slowly opened.
The puppets on the stage actually held hands and started dancing together. When they faced each other, they were alchemical puppets, but when they turned around, they turned into living people.
When it was an alchemical doll, there was a strange smile and joy on its face. When it turned into a human form, there was fear and horror on its face.
They enjoyed themselves spinning back and forth like this, and then one of the puppets jumped up, turned into flames, and disappeared into the air.
One after another, they kept disappearing.
Then they appeared again one after another.
As the performance went on, the entire stage and the park were constantly changing and rotating. The parliament became a gorgeous and bright square, and then transformed into a palace or a temple.
The projection witchcraft behind was also constantly changing, sometimes turning into a battlefield of an epic battle, and sometimes entering the garden of the White Palace.
Fang Xiu discovered that the terrifying corrosive force was constantly pressing towards him from all around, assimilating him silently.
I was actually gradually transforming into a puppet.
Fang Xiu picked up his hand and found that his fingers were stiffening little by little. Marks of splicing began to appear between the joints. A pale color covered his skin and then spread towards his body little by little.
"Haha! So this is how it's transformed?"
“Awesome!”
Fang Xiu did not feel any fear or worry at all. He just watched his palm transform little by little into a puppet's palm. This kind of power was beyond the comprehension of ordinary people. Even a high-level professional would not be able to resist this kind of power.
In this world, only puppets can survive, living people cannot exist here.
After sitting for so long, Fang Xiu had a rough idea of the situation here.
At this moment, the seat under my butt suddenly made a sharp scream, and then all the seats in the theater followed suit and screamed wildly.
The alchemical gas lamps in the sky began to laugh wildly, and the figures in the poster murals on both sides began to jump and shake as if a strong wind was blowing.
Everything here seems to be alive, just like puppets, transformed from living beings, and imprisoned in such a terrible magic paradise.
At this moment, a strange flame suddenly burned on Fang Xiu's body. A strange spatial force tried to absorb Fang Xiu and bring him onto the stage to become one of those puppets dancing like clowns.
Fang Xiu raised his hand, and the palm that had turned into a puppet's hand bent and suddenly clenched.
"Boom!" As the palms clenched, the entire park seemed to be pressed towards the middle by some force.
The walls of the paradise were all cracked, and cracks and whirlpools in the space tore from the surroundings, sweeping and penetrating inwards, and the terrifying black power overflowed.
One can see gas lamps and chairs, running brooms, shouting cards, and posters falling into the space poster in the storm.
The noisy park and the lively performance came to an abrupt end in an instant.
A group of puppets on the stage looked at Fang Xiu in horror. The alchemical gas lamps in the sky collided with each other as they ran. There were screams, chairs were in a mess, and some fell to the ground pretending to be dead.
I'm afraid no one on and off the stage expected such a change to happen.
This space that was like a witch garden should belong to their world, but at this moment it was almost squeezed to pieces from the outside inwards, which was beyond their imagination.
They had not expected to encounter such a being in this world without magic.
"Isn't this a magic show?"
"What is this? Song and dance?"
Fang Xiu clenched his palms again, and instantly saw that a part of the tall theater suddenly collapsed from the outside to the center, just like a giant hand pinching a can, and the entire magic garden was flattened in an instant.
"because… "
"Because the magician who could deceive the world is gone, and here is a puppet who can only dance!"
"Is that so?" At the same time, he looked at the alchemy puppet sitting next to him, who had not moved at all. At this moment, he was still motionless.
"Are you dead?" Fang Xiu looked at Gerald, but after saying this, he looked at the existence that remained motionless, like a real puppet.
"Or... he died a long time ago!"
Even though the sky was spinning, the space was collapsing, and the earth was shaking, the three audience members in the audience stood still.
Fang Xiu squeezed hard again, and large cracks began to appear on the floor above the ground. A huge crack spread from the stage and spread to the back of the seats. Large pieces of seats fell down with a scream.
“Boring!”
“Let’s end it here!”
The puppets on the stage rushed down frantically, trying to attack Fang Xiu, but at this moment, a black vortex suddenly opened up at the top of the stage.
Along with the appearance of the vortex, there was a sound like a box being opened, and Gerald's magic box, which was originally closed and locked, was opened again.
The black hole, with its huge suction force, sucked all the puppets on the stage in at once.
At this time, the puppet that had been lying on the shoulder of the alchemy puppet finally opened its eyes, and its blood-red pupils revealed a beautiful color.