As the six living corpses were killed by the flying knives, the originally tight curtain suddenly fell.
"Okay." The tall and tall young man turned his head back chicly, looking at the old man under the moon with peach blossom eyes, "The flying knife performance is complete."
As he spoke, he casually applauded himself.
"it is good!"
Cheers and applause sounded from inside the curtain. Standing among the six dead bodies, Chu Tianshu happily clapped his hands: "Beautiful!"
Lin Huai: "A very perfect performance."
Chu Tianshu walked to the side cooperatively, revealing the corpses lying on the ground neatly lined up beside him.
"Look," he pointed at each corpse, "every knife is neatly inserted on top of the living corpse's head, what a perfect technique this is."
old man: ...
Lin Huai: "Thank you for enjoying the flying knife show together. I am your magician."
"You guys..." The mixed-race man couldn't help making complaints, "It's not so much a knife-throwing show, it's more like cheating and being a babysitter... That old ghost, did you really give it?"
"How can you insult someone innocently?" Chu Tianshu pulled him up from the stage, "I'm just an ordinary host..."
"Are you referring to the host who cooperates with magicians like Dong ○ in the Spring Festival Gala..."
"Hey, old man." The peach-eyed young man turned to the black-clothed old man in the dark, and smiled slightly, "Now, we have successfully completed the knife-throwing performance..."
He spread his hands: "So it's almost time to move on to the next step?"
He obviously didn't feel any guilt about using Tong'er for the show operation.
After a long silence, the old man suddenly laughed hoarsely.
"Okay." He said hoarsely, "Let's move on to the last play of tonight—"
"Dongli."
Suddenly, the red lanterns in the courtyard swayed without any wind!
Simultaneously with the hundreds of red lanterns, there was also a large gust of wind. This cloudy wind rolled up a large swath of wind and sand, and rushed straight to the face of the person. Lin Huai stretched out her sleeve subconsciously and blocked it.
"call-"
A scream like a ghost crying rang in his ears, and at the same time, there was also a large amount of Yin Qi.
After tens of seconds, the wind stopped. Lin Huai also put down his hands at this moment and opened his eyes.
His pupils shrank in an instant!
The seat that was originally filled with body bags was empty!
The seats were covered with thick dust, and the legs of the chairs were also covered with huge spider webs. The bright red lanterns hanging on the top of the courtyard also show a decayed and dilapidated appearance.
The old man in black also disappeared.
"Chu Tianshu?"
Looking at the dark stage, he unconsciously called out his name.
The courtyard is very quiet, so quiet that there is no one's voice. The pale moon was hidden behind the dark clouds, and he walked towards the stage uncertainly.
The stage is like a man-eating monster, grinning its black mouth.
In its mouth, there is no one.
Chu Tianshu, Fu Liye, and the six dead bodies...all disappeared!
Lin Huai:
There was no sound in the air, not even the chirping of insects or birds. He hesitantly stepped onto the stage and knelt down.
"Chu Tianshu?"
There were scorched marks on the stage, which was exactly the same as the ruins in the courtyard.
"... The wind just now, did teleportation happen? Are we separated now and entered this drama called "East Fence" separately?"
Reluctantly, he stretched out his hand to touch the scorched marks on the ground. This is the place where Chu Tianshu had stood. His posture was as if Chu Tianshu had been sucked into the dark figure on the stage.
"No breath of him."
He drew a cold conclusion and stood up from the stage.
Dark clouds covered the moon, and there was no light in the yard. He raised his head and looked around, except for the darkness, there were chairs in the middle of the yard.
"Squeak—"
The sound of the wooden door being pushed open came from the west side of the yard. Lin Huai turned his head away.
The door of the originally closed house was pushed open, revealing the dark mouth.
He vaguely remembered that Hua Pi walked out of this house ten minutes ago.
Cleansing room? Garment room? Backstage
he thought.
"Since you have opened the door to welcome me." The young man sitting on the stage tapped the wooden floor with his index finger, "Then I am too embarrassed not to go in and have a look."
He jumped off the stage, clapped his hands, and walked towards the door.
The closer to the house to the west, the heavier the Yin Qi smelled by the tip of the nose. In the cloudy atmosphere, there is a smell of dust and moldy wood.
He didn't go in directly, but walked around the house.
"Tap, tap..."
There was no sound in the yard, only his footsteps. Lin Huai finally stopped in front of a window.
This window seems to be covered with paper. There are several red paper window grilles pasted on it.
At the same time, a ray of moonlight also shone through the dark clouds.
His shadow was reflected on the window paper. Lin Huai slowly bent down.
"Hoo..."
He faced the window paper and blew a breath.
He thought for a moment, stretched out a finger, and poked a small hole in the window paper.
And put his eyes on it.
If there were people in the room at this moment, then Lin Huai's series of operations at this moment would be quite ghostly behaviors to him. From rustling footsteps, to shadows, to exhaling into the window paper, to finally piercing the window paper...
Moreover, in order to ensure his vision is clear, he also used the ability of Li Gui to turn his eyes into blood red!
However, there was no one in the room, so all this seemed rather uninteresting.
But that's fine too, if Lin Huai met the same blood-red eye when he was visiting, the face-to-face scene of peeping and being discovered might seem a little awkward for him.
As Lin Huai expected, the indoor scene was indeed the backstage prepared by all the actors.
In this backstage, there are bronze mirrors and dressing tables. The paint used for makeup is placed on the dressing table, the costumes used by the actors are hung on the rack, and the props are randomly piled up in the corner.
Perhaps because they have not been used for many years, they are all covered with a layer of dust, and they seem to be sleeping in the cracks of history.
"No ghosts... nothing special..."
The bright red eyes scanned the room, everything was so normal.
Lin Huai frowned slightly, and suddenly, a flash of light caught in his eyes.
What is this flash
He looked in the direction of the flash, and what appeared in his eyes was a mirror.
"There must be something wrong with this mirror," he said to himself, "go in and have a look."
Suddenly there was a rustling sound. Lin Huai turned around quickly.
Behind him is still a quiet courtyard, empty.
The dark wind blew through the leaves under his feet, and the sound just now seemed to come from these leaves.
"I see." He thought.
He scratched the back of his neck and walked towards the door.
Once again the moonlight leaked a little from behind the dark clouds.
It illuminates the courtyard, the charred stage, and the back of Lin Huai, and…
The bright red window paper figure stuck on his back!
The edge of the paper figurine was cut into the shape of a woman, the corners of its mouth were grinning, its outstretched arms seemed to be scratching, and it was sticking firmly to Lin Huai's back at this moment.
However, Lin Huai didn't realize it was so light and fluffy!
He carried the paper figurine on his back and walked into the dark room. As soon as he entered, he was choked by the dust and coughed a few times.
Cobwebs, dust, dead and air-dried bugs on the ground... Lin Huai felt a little horrified looking at this dirty scene.
"I hate this kind of dirty environment the most." He scratched his hairy arm.
If Chu Tianshu was here, he could still borrow a sweeping robot... Thinking of this, he stepped over the messy masks, swords and other props on the ground, and walked straight to the strange makeup mirror.
On the way, he stopped in front of a rack of costumes.
Unlike the props that are randomly discarded on the ground, these costumes are hung in a very orderly and neat way, which can show the unique ingenuity of their owners. However, due to the age, these clothes were also covered with a thin layer of dust.
With his slender fingers, he touched one of the white costumes.
"It's a pity that so much dust fell." He said casually, "It's very beautiful."
After saying this, he put down the sleeve and walked towards the bronze mirror at the end.
Unlike other messy dressing tables, the items on this dressing table are arranged very neatly. From the table top decoration to its unique location, all show the identity of the owner of this dresser.
The inside of the bronze mirror is gray, and most of it is covered by dust. Lin Huai stared at the dust on the mirror hesitantly, as if he was debating whether to wipe it off with his own hands.
After fighting between heaven and man for a while, he chose to give up thinking and sat down on a chair.
"what?"
On the stool in front of the dressing table, there was actually a book.
He picked up the book and began to read out of the mentality that reading is necessary for solving puzzles.
This booklet is called "Mengzhai Transcripts", which seems to be a collection of poems written by human hands.
Lin Huai has no appreciation for poetry anthologies. The only thing that can be seen is that the owner of this collection of poems seems to be a very depressed and lofty scholar. He seems to have lofty ambitions, but also hates the status quo of officials protecting each other and cronyism in the officialdom, and expresses his regret that his lofty ambitions cannot be realized. Several of the poems also express his love and gratitude to someone.
He flipped through the pages one by one, and behind him, the crimson paper figurine was still pasted soundlessly, grinning, as if silently laughing and crying.
Lin Huai turned to the last page, and a letter appeared in front of his eyes.
The handwriting of this letter is completely different from the handwriting of the poetry collection. Believe in the Lord seems to have written it in a very hasty situation, even in the strokes, there is panic.
"Tomorrow at night, see you under the locust tree on the Luanfengang! Qing, take me away!"
He read this letter, and in the mirror, there was a sudden flash of light again.
Lin Huai suddenly raised his head to look at the bronze mirror, only to see a blood-red woman squatting behind him in the gray mirror!
At that moment, he finally realized one thing—
How can such a gray mirror shine
Is it a mirror that glows in the dark...or some unknown pair of eyes peering into him