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In the darkness, Wu Cheng heard countless voices, yet it seemed like he only heard one voice. Different frequencies of sound constantly disturbed his body and mind. Every organ in his body resonated with the sound, as if even his flesh was being forced to submit to the darkness. At that moment, a glimmer of light suddenly appeared, and a gentle girl surrounded Wu Cheng, saying, "Don't give in, I am here." A warm current invaded Wu Cheng's body, then surged out from within him, transforming into tendrils that untied his limbs bound by darkness. The darkness seemed to have countless arms, trying to pull him into a deeper void, but he continued to struggle. Despite the constant erosion of the dark mist, he held onto his consciousness.
In this desperate struggle, he could always feel a warm and faint light, a hope from a distance. He concentrated his consciousness in the light, like a floating leaf, following the guidance of the light. The endless darkness was gradually torn apart, and his vision became clear again.
This is a desolate desert, with the twilight sky in the distance, and the Darkness in front of him has already dissipated. Li Xiaoting's figure appeared in front of him, her eyes full of encouragement, as if telling him that he can break through this Darkness and regain his strength.
His limbs gradually regained movement, and with a strong leap, he broke free from the grip of Darkness. He returned once again to the dilapidated cottage, with dust all over the floor and a damp musty smell, reminding Wu Cheng of the arrival of reality. He felt dizzy and nauseous, leaning on the table and dry heaving. After a while, he gradually calmed down, put the eerie ancient book into his bag, and planned to find a professional to study it thoroughly.
Under high mental tension and pressure, he planned to take a break at the teahouse, to relax his emotions a bit. The teahouse was filled with a faint fragrance, and a few elderly people were sitting around a large round table, concentrating on playing Chinese chess. The teapot by the fireplace emitted a light aroma. Although the interior design of the teahouse was outdated and out of touch, it still exuded a comfortable atmosphere.
Today, the teahouse was preparing to entertain the local landowner. Fresh flowers and fruits were placed on the table, and some lanterns were lit outside the teahouse, with a few quaint red tables and chairs set up to reserve a spot for the deity's banquet. In addition, the Shadow puppetry troupe had already prepared on the stage.
The performance has begun, and the plot starts off very normally, telling the love story of a talented and beautiful couple. The male lead is handsome and suave, while the female lead is gentle and beautiful, and their love story is captivating. Under everyone's gaze, the shadow puppets dance vividly in the light, and the plot unfolds in sequence.
As the meeting, first love, and sweet times of the male and female leads are vividly depicted, the audience seems to feel their heartfelt smiles. As the story progresses, the love of the male and female leads undergoes various tests, but their perseverance and sincere feelings help them overcome all obstacles.
However, as the plot unfolds, Wu Cheng begins to feel something unusual. In the shadow puppetry, the expressions of the male and female leads gradually become tense, and their eyes reveal a hint of fear, as if they are trapped in an inescapable situation. Wu Cheng's heart races, as if he can feel a chilling atmosphere emanating from the shadow puppetry.
The shadow puppetry before him seems to have transcended its usual performance, beginning to affect Wu Cheng's emotions. He feels as if he is caught in a strange intertwining, as if he himself has become a part of the story.
When the separation of the male and female protagonists triggered a bizarre transformation, Wu Cheng became increasingly uneasy. He watched as the male lead in the plot embarked on a bloody path, relentlessly pursuing something regardless of the consequences, as if he had lost himself and fallen into a state of madness.
This plot couldn't help but remind Wu Cheng of his own past and his story with Li Xiaoting. They were once a happy couple, but with the occurrence of various strange events, their fate began to distort, as if being drawn by some indescribable force, plunging them into an inescapable nightmare.
The scene of Shadow puppetry in front of him seemed to be urging Wu Cheng to recall those unsettling moments. He remembered Li Xiaoting's disappearance, the mysterious symbols and scenes, and the strange visions he had dreamed of. These memories involuntarily surged to his mind, making his mood even heavier.
The shadow cast on the screen by the shadow puppetry became larger and larger, as if a dark vortex was swallowing Wu Cheng. His thoughts were drawn into this eerie plot, as if he were also standing on that bloody road, feeling the helplessness and madness of the protagonist. The images of the male and female leads disappeared, and the shadow puppet screen was filled with blood, and the puppeteer's voice became desperate and fearful. Wu Cheng felt a wave of nausea, as if he could smell the scent of blood and death, as if he were in a strange and eerie place.
Suddenly, a piercing scream rang out in the teahouse, shattering the eerie atmosphere of the shadow puppet theater. Wu Cheng snapped out of his daze to find people around him panicking and fleeing in all directions. The teahouse owner stood in shock, seemingly unable to believe what was happening.
The source of the scream seemed to come from behind the shadow puppet theater. Wu Cheng's heart raced as he instinctively turned in that direction. In the dim light, he vaguely saw a figure, the male lead he had seen in the play, his face contorted with madness and fear.
Wu Cheng had a thought flash through his mind, feeling as if he had entered into the plot and become the embodiment of the male lead. Fear and reality intertwined, causing him to feel dizzy. He tried to control his emotions but couldn't suppress the fear within.
Just then, the figure of the male lead suddenly disappeared, as if being pulled out of a shadow play. Wu Cheng suddenly came to his senses, and the calm returned to his surroundings in the teahouse. However, his heartbeat still couldn't calm down, and he felt a cold sweat running down his forehead, trembling all over.
Wu Cheng sat down slowly, trying to calm his emotions. This Shadow puppet theater was not just an ordinary performance; it seemed to conceal a mysterious power that could touch the deepest fears of the human heart. He knew he was on the path to the truth, but he was also getting more and more entangled in a web of mysteries.
However, as his gaze inadvertently swept over a corner of the teahouse, he noticed a Grandmother staring at him. Her gaze was deep and mysterious, as if seeing through his inner turmoil.
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