After being forced to debut in metaphysics, I became popular

The moment the sound came from the museum, Yan Shixun's eyes sharpened instantly.

He rushed forward with a stride, quickly jumped over the half-meter-high threshold, and rushed straight to Zhang Wubing with a clear purpose.

Zhang Wubing and the staff were horrified by the voice from behind. Their body muscles were paralyzed uncontrollably, and they were frozen in place and unable to move. to see their true emotions.

Under this extremely close distance, Yan Shixun could even clearly see the tears of fear in Zhang Wubing's eyes, this little fool seemed to be scared to death.

As for the old man who suddenly appeared in the shadow behind Zhang Wubing, Yan Shixun naturally took notice.

Yan Shixun scanned the old man like a sharp knife, and made a decision instantly.

With one arm in his hand, he threw Zhang Wubing and the staff out of the gate, while he landed firmly on the spot where the two were standing, facing the old man without any panic or fear.

Martin boots stepped on the dirt road, splashing a cloud of dust.

With a bang, the two fell to the ground outside the gate.

But before he could cry out in pain, Zhang Wubing quickly swallowed it back with willpower, not daring to disturb Yan Shixun with any extra sound.

On the contrary, the staff members threw their organs upside down in the abdominal cavity, and let out a cry of pain.

Yan Shixun's complexion was gloomy, and his muscles were tense. As long as the old man on the opposite side dared to make any unusual moves, he who had already entered a state of preparation would quickly strike at any time.

The people watching this scene not far away covered their mouths and watched nervously after the rapid exclamation.

There was no smile on Ye Li's stern face, he pursed his lips indifferently, showing no emotion towards the old man, and he was not worried about Yan Shixun.

It seemed that when he saw the old man for the first time, he had seen through the soul of the old man.

It was Xie Lin who was participating in the show for the first time, looking back and forth nervously at the people around him, as if he wanted to say something.

Seeing his eagerness, he was probably worried about Yan Shixun and wanted to rush to save others with everyone.

Unexpectedly, everyone kept a safe distance from that side.

This made Xie Lin a little confused.

Apparently, although he knew about the show before coming here and made preparations in advance, the live broadcast of the show was not because the public opinion group did not want the topic of the show to be unrestrainedly expanded, or a video was intercepted by the marketing account and taken out of context. Screen recording and screenshots are allowed.

Xie Lin did not see how the guests got along with each other in the past.

Although Song Ci also introduced the general situation to him, after all, there is still a difference between what he has seen with his own eyes and what he just heard.

Song Ci sharp-eyed saw Xie Lin's foot that was about to step out, and stretched out his hand to grab him. When he looked over, he silently mouthed: Don't get in the way.

Xie Lin never expected that the people in the program team would get along in such a way.

——Not everyone rushed to deal with the crisis, but when Yan Shixun was in front, they consciously hid in a safe place, not to hold Yan Shixun back.

Xie Lin: "?"

He raised his head in a daze, and looked at the back of Yan Shixun in front of him.

At this moment, he suddenly felt that Yan Shixun was different from those masters he had sought before...

And after the old man and Yan Shixun looked at each other for a few seconds, a smile suddenly opened on his parched mouth, and his voice was hoarse: "Young students."

"Are you without parents? Who taught you?"

The old man raised his skinny hand and pointed to the big red characters written on the wall next to him: "Aren't you blind, can't you see the ticket sales written on it?"

"Have you bought a ticket, just go in."

The old man snorted heavily, looked up at Yan Shixun with contempt and disdain.

Yan Shixun glanced over indifferently.

The red paint is dark red and molted, and the red marks that flowed down the wall when it was still wet, like blood splashed on it, have been oxidized and blackened over a long period of time, and it is impossible to see what happened that year.

The light in the porch was dim, and it looked even more old and dilapidated under the scattered dust, making the dark red and stains on the walls so ominous and creepy.

Under the red-painted "ticket office" is the former ticket window.

It's just that the small glass window has not been wiped for a long time, it is covered with dust, and several pieces of glass are broken and dropped.

Looking in from the window, the room was in a mess. The old-fashioned kettle was poured on the dark red bloody table, and the sundries were scattered. It didn't look like anyone was still living here.

On the contrary, it seems to be running away in a hurry.

However, Yan Shixun did not detect any evil aura from this old man.

Although the image of the old man was terrifying, and the timing and location of his appearance were also very strange, but he was indeed still alive.

Before Yan Shixun could react, Bai Shuang, who was standing not far away, also heard what the old man said, and the original fear turned into anger.

"Old man, what are you talking about? Can you speak?"

Bai Shuang was annoyed, and raised her voice to ask the old man: "You didn't sit at the door, who knows there are people at the ticket office? It doesn't look like someone is taking care of the museum. We misunderstood it was our fault, but You can also explain it well."

The old man's cloudy eyes rolled, and he was about to look in Baishuang's direction when he turned his gaze.

Yan Shixun, who never let go of his gaze on the old man, immediately noticed the old man's movements.

He took a step to the side, his tall and strong body was like a mountain, blocking the old man's view of Bai Shuang.

Realizing that the sunlight in front of him was blocked, the old man's eyes, which were already blocked by layers of wrinkles and loose skin hanging down, squinted unhappily, as if he wanted to say something else.

At this moment, Yan Shixun pushed up the cuffs of his coat as if by coincidence, revealing his strong and smooth forearm, as if he wanted to take money out of his pocket.

But that arm was full of power, like a silent deterrent.

— Whatever you want to do, don't act rashly.

Otherwise, I am not a person who "respects the old and loves the young".

Yan Shixun stood with the backlight, looking down at the old man with a threatening smile on his lips.

"Okay, how do you sell the tickets?"

Yan Shixun's voice was deep and magnetic, like a knife with its sheath removed to reveal a bright blade, hidden under the ordinary conversation.

"I'll pay for everyone's tickets."

His already sharp handsome face was full of aggression at this moment.

There was no light in the old man's eyes, and he looked at Yan Shixun heavily.

Eyes meet, like a silent confrontation that only exists between two people.

After a while, the old man moved his eyes away first, his voice hissing and rough like a snake.

"Fifty cents per person, if you can't pay, get out."

The old man snorted, and his already bent back looked even more curved, like a shrimp, which made people uncomfortable.

Zhang Wubing grinned and got up from the ground, and even dragged up the staff who were also thrown out beside him.

Hearing the conversation between the two, he walked forward in a hurry, and was about to take out his pocket when he crossed the threshold.

"I'll come, I'll come, Yan..."

With a sound of "Pa!", without turning his head, Yan Shixun pinched his slender palms precisely on Zhang Wubing's face, interrupting his words.

"I said, I'll pick it up."

Yan Shixun stared at the old man with good eyes, said "heh", and said: "Besides money, if you want to take something else from me, then it's up to you, old man. people, home."

Yan Shixun bit the last few sounds very hard.

He stretched out his other hand to the old man, with a few banknotes between his long and beautiful fingers.

After listening to the whole process, his mouth was covered again. Zhang Wubing looked at this scene, and a series of question marks popped up in his heart.

Did Brother Yan not only carry paper money with him, but also know how much to give so quickly?Although it is hot, the ticket price of [-] cents per person is so cheap that it seems to be the price of more than ten years ago... So did Brother Yan just pick up a wad of money and go there?

However, if someone counts them carefully, they will find that Yan Shixun just counted everyone in the team, no more, no less.

——Although Rehe has closed his eyes and rested his mind since he got in the car, and did not participate in the preparations of the staff or the topics of the guests, but from the beginning to the end, he knew the people around him well and remembered everything In the heart.

The old man took a rough look, and in his heart, he was pretty close, and it really matched the number of living people close to here.

No difference, cause and effect settled.

The old man pursed his mouth, and his wrinkled old face became distorted and hideous.

But in the end he didn't say anything, he just took a deep look at Yan Shixun, took the banknotes from Yan Shixun viciously, and let out a few breaths from his nose in displeasure. , but he had no choice but to turn around with his hands behind his back and walk into the yard.

Make way for everyone to go in.

Only then did Yan Shixun let go of his hand covering Zhang Wubing's mouth.

As soon as he retracted his hand, he found some saliva on the palm of his hand.

Yan Shixun: "..."

He took out his handkerchief with disgust on his face, and quickly wiped his palms clean: "Zhang is seriously ill, you are going to die of nausea."

Before Zhang Wubing realized what was going on, he was scolded by Yan Shixun first, and his tears burst into tears, so he was very sad.

Yan Shixun looked sideways slightly and raised his chin: "Come here, didn't you say you want to visit the museum?"

"I've already paid for the entry and exit tickets. If I don't go in, the old man owes me something."

While speaking, Yan Shixun meaningfully glanced at the old man not far away from the corner of his eyes.

The old man didn't expect that Yan Shixun would still talk about him, he was caught off guard and showed some surprise, and then he was unwilling, but it was as if he had accepted the money for his life and had to pinch his nose to admit it, and said angrily : "If you want to enter, fast forward, and watch what you like."

The guests don't care about this weird old man.

Since Brother Yan said yes, they are not afraid anymore.

As a result, everyone regained the curiosity and relaxation of the previous spring outing, and walked towards the gate.

"This voice is like singing..."

An Nanyuan leaned on the door frame and looked in, only half of his body was exposed outside, hesitantly asked: "Yes, what is it?"

No wonder An Nanyuan was afraid.

In his mind, all the horror movies and clips he has seen before have emerged.

Although he didn't even get close, let alone actually saw what was in the museum, he had already thought of embroidered shoes all the way from Sadako, and then jumped from the yellow leather grave to the ghost troupe.

An Nan originally thought that there might be a group of opera singers who had turned into ghosts hiding in the courtyard, but he didn't realize that he was dead at all. He was still on the stage with pale face and red cheeks, with his sleeves rolled up, babbling and singing.

And under the stage, there are ghosts sitting with nothing to do, with their lifeless eyes open, mechanically applauding for the ghost theater troupe...

After the old man took the money, he became very impatient, as if Yan Shixun gave him the ticket money, but ruined his good deed.

Hearing someone raise a question, he didn't look as strange as when Bai Shuang spoke just now. On the contrary, he seemed to want everyone to leave quickly. Although he was impatient, he still explained: "It's not that you broke in without authorization, and you put Is the CD player turned on?"

"what?"

An Nanyuan obviously didn't expect such an answer, and his face was very dazed for a while.

The rest of the people thought of something and looked towards Zhang Wubing.

Zhang Wubing also remembered at this time, when he and the staff indeed went in to check, they saw there were CDs and projectors, and even tried to see if they could be used.

However, he clearly remembered that he saw that the CD player was working, so he immediately turned it off and walked out.

After all, there are so many people waiting for him outside, he can't waste time inside.

Did he remember wrongly?

Zhang Wubing scratched his head strangely, then turned to look at the staff.

The staff also shook their heads blankly: "At that time, I was too anxious and didn't pay attention to such small things..."

However, after realizing that it was a false alarm, everyone put on their smiles again and followed Yan Shixun as they walked inside, chatting and laughing.

Yan Shixun stopped after walking out of the porch, waiting for Ye Li to come over.

"This museum... I always feel that something is wrong, but upon closer inspection, the cause and effect are balanced, and there is no ghost entanglement."

Yan Shixun frowned, lowered his voice and asked Ye Li, "Did I read it wrong?"

When Ye Li heard the words, his eyes swept across the courtyard.

The moment the old man with an impatient expression came into contact with Ye Li's sight, he shrunk his hunched body in fear, trying to shrink himself even smaller, and disappeared from Ye Li's presence.

It was the fear of being seen through.

Nobody likes feeling like there's nowhere to hide any secrets.

What's more, people who already have ghosts in their hearts.

Ye Li quickly withdrew his gaze, and whispered to Yan Shixun, "You read that right, there is indeed no unnecessary cause and effect here."

It’s fine if he gets it wrong alone, but even the ghosts and gods in charge of life and death bluntly say that there is no cause and effect here...

Yan Shixun frowned tightly, unable to figure out the situation in front of him for a while.

At the same time, he also remembered the heavy karma he had seen in Xie Lin.

On the surface, it seems that people who should not have karma are entangled in karma and sin.

But everywhere there is an uncomfortable atmosphere, but there is no cause and effect.

This made Yan Shixun feel strange.

However, it was also because the old man and the museum made Yan Shixun very vigilant, so when the old man talked about the tickets, Yan Shixun just took out the corresponding money from everyone and handed it over without saying a word.

Moreover, he took out his own money from his own pocket and handed it to the old man with his own hands.

The cause and effect that may be brought about by everyone in the program group visiting the museum was transferred from everyone to Yan Shixun.

Although looking at it now, although the old man was a little weird, he didn't do anything beyond the normal limits.

But Yan Shixun still took precautions cautiously.

Moreover, even though he knew very well that when the guests entered the museum to visit and shoot, not all the program crew would come in, and more support staff would stay in the car outside and wait.

However, he still paid everyone's money exactly.

This place always makes Yan Shixun feel that cause and effect are out of balance, so he is extra vigilant about cause and effect.

For the weird old man, he didn't want to owe him the slightest bit.Even if the other party really wants to ask for karma or yang energy, they will only get it from him who has paid the money, and will not affect everyone in the program group.

Yan Shixun is not someone who is easily shaken, he has full confidence in himself.

What's more, there is Ye Li by his side at this time, which can be used as evidence.

With such a strange conclusion, Yan Shixun couldn't help but feel doubts in his heart, and turned his attention to Xie Lin again.

Xie Lin originally thought that something was going to happen. After all, many of the comments about this show that I found before said that there are ghosts in this show, and there are often dangers. The director is particularly unlucky.

Even Song Ci suffered such a serious hidden injury in the last episode of the program, and it took him so long to recover in the hospital.

Therefore, when Xie Lin signed the danger notification letter sent by the director team, he was mentally prepared.

He thought that the show was so unlucky that he would encounter danger as soon as he arrived at the destination, and he was even nervously prepared to support Yan Shixun and protect Song Ci at any time.

But I didn't expect that it was just thunder and rain, and nothing happened.

While Xie Lin breathed a sigh of relief, he also shook his head with a smile, secretly thinking that some things must have been seen with his own eyes, and cannot be heard from hearsay.

Looking at it this way, the show isn't dangerous at all.

Although the Shadow Puppet Museum looks dilapidated from the outside, when you walk inside, you will find that it is much larger than it looks on the outside, and there are several rooms full of things piled up, which really feels like a museum.

In addition to collecting tickets, the old man seems to also serve as a guide.

After collecting the money, although he was impatient, he still followed the guests of the program group not far or near, introducing the items in the museum word by word.

But the guests were reluctant to get too close to him.

Except for Bai Shuang, who was worried about the old man's attitude and words towards Yan Shixun, and An Nanyuan, who was easy to associate with anything, the others avoided as much as they could, and did not talk to the old man.

There is no reason for it.

Although the old man didn't do anything dangerous, he gave people a gloomy feeling. Even if he was just approaching him, it was as if he was approaching a big freezer in winter, which made everyone very uncomfortable.

The old man was also happy and relaxed, but happier.

It's like a businessman who sees that his business is about to lose money, so he stops the loss in time.

Yan Shixun stood at the door, observed silently for a while, and then walked towards the crowd with long legs.

However, although Yan Shixun didn't have any subjective likes and dislikes for the old man other than being on guard, the audience in front of Yan Shixun's split screen couldn't help but fear and loathe the old man.

I didn't capture all the split screens just now, only Yan Shixun, who was closest to the old man, could clearly see the old man's ferocious and distorted face.

This made many audiences have a preconceived physical dislike of the old man.

[Isn't it said that the older a person is, the more kind he is?This old man is too scary to look at...]

[My dad opened the door and came in to call me, just in time to see this old man, so scared that my dad fell to the ground, thinking he saw a ghost emmm. ]

[Isn't it said that the face is born from the heart?Could it be that this person has done a lot of bad things before, and that's why he looks so vicious? ]

[Silently put on my down jacket, after coming out from the old man, the temperature dropped several times for no reason, and I was so cold that I sneezed. ]

[Depend on!The incense that my family offered in front of Guan Gong was folded down the middle! ! ! ]

At the very beginning, the staff member who followed Zhang Wubing into the Museum of Investigation stood at the door for a while, shaking his head and trying to remember for a long time, but he still couldn't remember whether they turned off the CD player or not.

"I really remember turning it off."

The staff member whispered: "Did you remember wrong?"

He crossed the threshold with question marks all over his head, and followed everyone inside.

The rest of the staff stayed outside, some still stayed in the car, and some adjusted the live broadcast equipment under the car, chatting from time to time while doing their work.

But the moment one of them straightened up and stood up, his peripheral vision from the corner of his eye suddenly swept across the museum, and he felt something red flash past.

Startled in his heart, he subconsciously turned his head to look over there, and saw a blurry figure reflected in the glass window of the ticket office at the entrance.

But it was hard to see in the evening light because the windows were covered with dust.

There is no shadow either.

He quickly rubbed his eyes and looked back nervously.

The figure did not disappear.

As if it wasn't his delusion, a human face suddenly approached the window, pressing tightly against the glass, deforming the facial features, and churning into a ball like melted wax.

There was a weird and pervasive smile on that face, and the dark eyes stared at the staff, silently staring at him, as if saying that he had already set his sights on him...

"what!"

The staff member screamed hastily, subconsciously took a few steps back, tripped over the cable of the equipment, and fell to the ground.

The bystanders heard the sound and looked over, and hurried over to help him up.

"What's wrong? Why did you fall?"

"Are you okay?"

The man didn't look at the people around him, nor did he respond to their concern.Instead, he raised his hand tremblingly and pointed in the direction of the museum.

He twitched his lips, as if about to say something.

The people next to him felt strange, so they hurriedly looked over.

But from the east to the west, under the scans of several people, they didn't see anything unusual.

Others couldn't help asking: "There is nothing... Did you see something just now?"

None of them are newcomers to the program group. When they thought of the characteristics of the previous program, they were shocked, trembling with fear, and widened their eyes and asked the person who screamed at the beginning: "Shouldn't you? Did you see a ghost?"

Hearing this, the man hurriedly looked up to the small room of the ticket office.

But, like others have said, there is nothing on the glass.

There is no human face, and no weird smile.

Hearing the voices of Yan Shixun and others coming from the museum courtyard, the man swallowed his saliva, and with some courage, trembling, he walked forward step by step, trying to see what was going on at the ticket office.

Others also worriedly followed.

As a result, after getting close, everyone could see clearly that it was not a ghost.

It was a crudely made shadow puppet figure stuck under the window of the ticket office.

It doesn't look like a shadow play for performances, but a sticker for publicity, telling tourists that this is a shadow play museum.

Just like the animal portraits posted in front of the zoo ticket office.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and laughed again: "You must have misread this sticker just now, right? At first glance, it does look like a real person, which is a bit scary."

"Don't worry, it's not a ghost, it's just a shadow puppet poster."

"It's all faded by the sun. It's been a few years. It's left over from that year."

"With Brother Yan here, what are you afraid of?"

Hearing everyone around him say that, the man couldn't help but start to doubt his eyes.

After all, he only saw it for a moment and didn't have time to look carefully.It is very possible to say that it is wrong.

"Yes, is it?"

Everyone scattered and went on to do the work in hand.Only the man looked at the ticket office several times in shock, and then put the matter aside in half-belief.

Everyone no longer cares about the ticket office.

Dusk was startled by the light of dusk, behind the dirty and blurred glass, a face as white as paper money was pasted on the window, with two blushes around the cheeks, and the dark eyes looked out of the window without blinking.

Watching everyone silently...

"Yes, they are all shadow puppets from the previous side."

The old man looked like he was about to fall asleep at any time, and reluctantly introduced the items in the room: "In the past, there were many famous craftsmen in Baizhi Lake. When we opened the museum, we asked them for Several pieces hang here."

The old man pointed outside: "Aren't the names of those craftsmen engraved on the stone tablet outside? Didn't you see it when you came? Are you blind?"

Bai Shuang looked at the old man with some discomfort, and felt that this was really the worst museum she had ever seen, so it was better not to explain it.

But the old man didn't care what others thought of him, just snorted, and continued to do his own thing, explaining every sentence in the play that echoed in the courtyard with mournful female voices.

The back video made the guests feel nervous, but they didn't dare to leave the team, so they went to turn off the disc by themselves, so they had no choice but to endure it.

Under Lu Xingxing's stare, Zhang Wubing rubbed his nose in embarrassment, wondering if he was really so careless?Why even the CD player forgot to turn it off.

Lu Xingxing rolled his eyes, and said dissatisfiedly to the old man: "Who are you talking about being blind? As for your commemorative stone monument that looks like a tombstone, who is willing to take a closer look? My eyes are for seeing people, not Those who use it to look at the graves, make the museum look like this, and blame us?"

The old man turned away expressionlessly, stared at Lu Xingxing for a moment, and then showed a miserable and strange smile: "Oh, those craftsmen, they are indeed dead."

Lu Xingxing: "...Damn!"

Everyone: "..."

The old man seemed to be puzzled, and added another sentence: "It's okay to say it's a grave."

Everyone: ...What's the matter with the chills behind.

Lu Xingxing trembled, and silently shrank in another direction.

As irritable as he was, he shut his mouth as quietly as a chicken at this time, and didn't dare to say anything to the old man.

——He was afraid that if he said something again, the old man would say that this is dead and that is dead.

That would be even more terrifying.

Only Yan Shixun, who was silent and had been standing aside observing the old man and the museum building, frowned and turned to look outside when he heard what the old man said.

When the sun was setting, the two rows of stone monuments outside the door cast shadows in the dim light, forming a single piece, as if the darkness was gradually invading from the cliffs and walls on the side of the dirt road to the middle, swallowing all the light.

Yan Shixun was dazzled by the sunlight, subconsciously squinted his eyes, and raised his hand to block some of the sunlight.

Ye Li beside him whispered at the right time: "It's not a grave, there are no dead bodies underneath."

The guests who heard Ye Li's words breathed a sigh of relief, and were no longer as scared as before.

The old man silently shrank back into the shadows, trying to stay away from Ye Li's direction.

Lu Xingxing looked at the old man with contempt: Bah!How dare you say such things to scare people!

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He wanted to say something else, but with Ye Li not far away, he finally shut up, as if he was really just an ordinary guide guarding a dilapidated museum,

And the shadow puppets hanging in the room where the old man explained gradually attracted everyone's attention.

Although for shadow puppetry, the most important thing is leather making and knotting, after all, the focus of shadow puppetry is on the skin.

But the Baizhihu shadow play focuses on the skeleton in the middle.

This also makes the shadow puppet figures that are easy to age due to leather or paper aging and difficult to preserve, much easier to preserve.

There are large shadow puppets hanging in the room. The shadow puppets used for the exhibition are not finished products, but semi-finished products that help visitors see the structure of the shadow puppets clearly.

The "skin" of the figure is only half covered, and the other half is like the control group, with only the wooden skeleton underneath.

In this way, you can clearly see the exquisiteness of the skeleton.

Just like a real person, every joint and movement place is ground by a handy craftsman with a small spherical joint, which connects the limbs and the body, and cleverly leaves a connection for the final "skin" to be covered point.

Even though the shadow puppet figure is still now, just looking at this half-finished product, everyone can almost imagine how lifelike and flexible the figure is when it moves.

"I didn't expect...the skilled craftsmen in the past could do this to this extent."

Bai Shuang murmured shockingly: "Even if it is now mechanically engraved, it will be difficult to achieve this level, right?"

Hearing this, the old man curled his lips in disdain: "How can you outsiders be able to match the exquisiteness of Baizhi Lake? Garbage that doesn't even have a soul, dare to compare with Baizhi Lake?"

Even Xie Lin, who can be regarded as a steady temper, couldn't help frowning, a little unhappy because of the old man's unfriendly tone.

But because of the weirdness of the old man before, no one said much, even Lu Xingxing rolled his eyes and forcibly endured it.

However, looking up at the shadow puppets hanging on the four walls in the room, after a long time, everyone felt uncomfortable.

It may be because these shadow puppet figures hung up for the exhibition are of different sizes from the usual ones in order to allow visitors to take a closer look.

The shadow puppets that are commonly seen in the market, because the purpose is to attract children and passers-by, most of the shadow puppets used are small, but palm-sized, easy to move, and pay more attention to the fun and excitement of the play than the carving of the characters.

And even larger shadow puppets are mostly found in the range of tens of centimeters to one meter, and rarely larger.

After all, it is a shadow play. If you want to make the characters look bigger, you can achieve the goal by adjusting the size and distance of the light and shadow, instead of bothering to make larger shadow puppet characters that are more difficult.

After all, this is not an ordinary paper-cutting game. The larger the shadow puppet figure, the more it tests the craftsmanship of the craftsman. The raw material leather used for production is more demanding, and the production process is more likely to fail.

Whether it is leather making or sweating, too large leather is more likely to cause problems. Either the final leather is not flat, or it is easy to bring the flaws of the original leather to the characters. A little carelessness will make the painted characters Painting is faded or mottled.

However, the shadow puppets hanging here are fully life-sized.

At this time, the guests stood in the room, and the shadow puppet figures on the surrounding walls seemed like real people condescendingly looking at the people in the middle from all directions. The painted eyes were lifelike, making everyone feel scared.

Even the audience across the camera has a similar feeling.

[I am the only one who thinks that these shadow puppets are good and powerful, but they are also really scary if they are scary? ]

[Reason tells me that this is folk culture, but sensibility tells me that I am really about to be scared and cry ah woo woo woo. ]

[...Director Zhang Wubing, thank you, I am scared when I look at the New Year pictures on the wall of my house. ]

[Ah, I'll just say it!I just said it!This kind of human-like thing is terrifying! ]

[Thank you, Zhang Dabing, I am tearing up the star photos on the wall of my house with a blank face. ]

[If the shadow puppet is smaller, even if it is painted very well and looks like a human, I will not be very scared.However, it is as tall as a person!It looks like someone is hanging on the wall! ]

[Why are some characters drawn so horribly?It's okay to have a pale face, why do you have to paint two lumps of blush on your face?The eyebrows are still so black and the mouth is bright red, what kind of aesthetics is this! ]

[It may be the local folk aesthetics.Let me understand, some skilled craftsmen are very good at making things, but they are not great painters, so it is understandable that their paintings are not so good. ]

[This is to make the color more vivid during projection, so I painted it so heavily, just like actors put on heavy makeup, after all, lighting eats makeup. ]

The old man is still lazily explaining what each shadow puppet figure represents and their respective craftsmen.

That reluctance sounded like a laborer who was forced to go to work.

Hearing this, Zhang Wubing deeply doubted whether the owner of this museum owed the old man money, or hadn't paid his salary for a long time.

Otherwise, why would you be so resentful?

But even if the old man wanted to explain, the guests couldn't bear it.

Song Ci was the first to turn around and walk out.

The young master pushed away the people next to him and walked in suspense until he got out of the room, as if he had been holding his breath before, taking a big gulp of fresh air.

Because the room was not big, after the guests, Zhang Wubing and other members of the director team entered, there was no room to stand, so Yan Shixun and Ye Li didn't go in, but just waited at the door.

Seeing Song Ci's appearance at this time, Yan Shixun raised his eyebrows and asked, "Uncomfortable?"

Song Ci waved his hand, and said with a grim expression, "It's too depressing. I suspect that the person who runs this museum has no artistic accomplishment at all. He puts good things like this, and it's a waste of things."

After holding back, Song Ci still couldn't hold back and said again: "Which museum do you see hanging portraits like this? One after another, they are densely packed, and they are still of this size?"

As the young master of Song Entertainment, Song Ci, whether he likes it or not, has indeed come into contact with many artists and museums on weekdays, and even saw boring exhibitions.

Even if he doesn't study art, he still knows how museums should display collections.

At the very least, it can't be such a depressing atmosphere.

It's almost like maliciously deliberately making visitors uncomfortable.

— Dozens of people are staring at you all around the same room, with dozens of pairs of eyes so densely packed that you cannot escape their sight.

Still hanging so high, oppressive.

Whoever is in that room is not going to feel good.

Seeing that Song Ci was not feeling well, Yan Shixun walked over to have a look.

As soon as he raised his eyes, he met a shadow puppet figure facing the door.

This is probably the shortest person among all the characters of the same height. It is a ghost with a green face and fangs. Eighteen arms behind the back are holding all kinds of genital organs with open teeth and claws. His eyes are like copper bells, and he is short and wants to rush out of the screen. .

There are layers of wrinkles all over the ghost's body, and its image looks extremely frightening.

Yan Shixun was startled at first, and then realized that this should be a role in a ghost play.

In traditional operas, there are often passages related to Hell Hades.

Some are for the purpose of persuading people to be good and avoid evil.some