Xia Yuan frowned, and if he looked closely, it was not a human face at all, but was blown up by the wind blowing in the background.

Whew...

The curtain was instantly straightened again.

On the snow-white curtain, a small black dot slowly emerged from the center, this time as if it was a human head.

Xia Yuan's eyes turned to both sides, the theater was so quiet, and the bunch of people who had just rushed in seemed to be asleep, although their eyes were sucked on the screen, they all seemed to have fallen into a state of sleepwalking.

Xia Yuan pushed the junior sister on his side, but the junior sister didn't react, but her cheeks were sickly flushed, and she looked at the screen with a smile.

The black dots on the curtain are getting bigger and bigger, and there are slight bulges on the white cloth of the shadow puppet, showing the human figure.

The figure was the size of a woman, standing behind a blinding curtain, motionless, not knowing if it was a person or something else.

When Xia Yuan saw this scene, where did he still dodge, twisted his neck and was about to get up.

When he got up, he didn't even get up.

Even he was furious.

Because something in the leather chair was clutching him, making him unable to move.

Xia Yuan's face was cold.

The Hermit talent is directly enabled.

- Hidden deeply, hermits will always cover themselves well, whether in the mountains or in the city, it is difficult to be discovered.

The hermit's gifted divination is useless for the monsters, but it is useful for oneself.

At this moment, Xia Yuan seemed to disappear from the scene.

The suction of the leather chair also began to slowly fade.

Xia Yuan stood up, his figure was obviously there, but no one could see him.

The creepy strange power is in the shadows.

He's in the shadows, too.

The Monster may be able to spot him, but it won't be that easy.

He floated forward a few steps like a ghost, and then turned around, only to find a super terrifying scene at the scene:

The leather chairs turned out to be twisted and flattened shadow puppets, and these shadow puppets seemed to be alive, lying on the ground at a strange angle, and the parts that came into contact with the ground were carrying the flattened human faces, and almost hundreds of pairs of miserable whites were sweeping around, looking for something.

Everyone, clutched to the palms of these skins, was fastened to their seats.

If they weren't sleepwalking now, I'm afraid this scene would scare people to death.

Xia Yuan stood in the dark.

He was used to such scenes.

This is where the weakness of tyrants lies.

When it is impossible to distinguish the strongest, it must not be rashly locked, otherwise the consequences will be unimaginable.

And at this time, there are nearly a hundred twisted skins...

A pair of miserable whites of the eyes.

He couldn't lock any of them.

Because probably the strongest among them.

Or maybe it hasn't happened at all.

As for the figure on the stage, he couldn't judge either.

He couldn't bet.

Therefore, he stood in the darkness of this treacherous realm, silent, like the horror behind the scenes, quietly dormant.

"Hehehe..."

"Hehehe..."

In the gloomy theater, all those who were staring at the snow-white curtain suddenly laughed merrily, and a terrifying force was squandering their energy.

These laughs seemed to drain all their strength, and when they were done, one by one they hung their heads down, as if they had fallen asleep.

Xia Yuan stared at the little junior sister all the time, this strange power was obviously aimed at himself, if it really had spiritual intelligence, then it should start hurting the junior sister, and then force itself to come out, if this is the case, then he has no choice but to show up.

But it didn't...

It didn't take long.

All the leather chairs made a rustling sound.

One by one, the shadow puppets slid to the ground, and then began to move around, or people stood up, turning into squeezed and flattened, scraped shadows that did not even have a trace of grease left, and walked through the theater.

They're looking.

Xia Yuan looked at this scene speechlessly, it was really a shadow puppet show.

He secretly complained two sentences in his heart, and directly staggered with a few skins and came to his junior sister's side.

All the leather chairs became normal wooden chairs, and all the guests collapsed on the wooden chairs.

Xia Yuan waited quietly.

After waiting for about a stick of incense, the shadow puppets didn't seem to find themselves, and headed for the backstage of the snow-white curtain.

Whoosh...

The countless shadow puppets converged on the human figure behind the curtain.

Each layer of skin was wrapped around it, making the humanoid enormous.

On the white curtain, a strange bulge was formed.

Xia Yuan continued to wait patiently, and even pulled another hair, used the method of divination, pointed at the center of his eyebrows, and silently recited "go south after going out" in his heart, showing that it was auspicious.

If you read "go north after going out" again, it will be invalid.

He counted several directions.

It is generally invalid in the northeast, and auspicious in the southwest.

After counting these, Xia Yuan also counted in his heart, and he continued to stand quietly in this night theater like a "hundred ghosts walking at night", watching the huge weird and miserable white bulge slowly recover.

I waited for another half pillar of incense time.

The door closes, and the window slowly opens.

When Xia Yuan saw this scene, he grabbed his junior sister with his right hand and threw it on his back, and while maintaining the state of a hermit, his blood shook.

Da...

Da...

Da...

Shrink the ground into inches.

The clouds were heavy and there were three splatters.

After three strokes, he pulled out an extremely fast straight afterimage, which directly broke through the door of the house and flew out.

And at this time, the theater seemed to notice.

Bang Bang Bang!!

The doors, the windows, slammed shut like crazy, shut, but it was too late.

Xia Yuan's speed was extremely fast, and he had already left far away with his junior sister.

As soon as he went out, he galloped southwest.

In the night wind, there was only an extremely fast afterimage.

It was too late, it was fast, and in a few seconds, he was like a bubble that was isolated from the world, and the originally extremely ethereal and distant sound was restored.

Xia Yuan carried his junior sister who was still unconscious, and did not call a carriage, from Nanrao East, picked up the lively and popular streets, and then quickly returned to the Xue Palace.

...

Next.

The younger sister woke up, only to feel a headache and body pain, a forehead, and a fever, and her face was very weak.

Zhu Zhenyue asked this question to understand, and I went to watch the shadow puppet show last night.

Xia Yuan only said that he saw that the situation was wrong, and followed up with his junior sister to withdraw, Zhu Zhenyue didn't ask much, this palace master of the Wuxin School Palace knew the saying that "there is a debtor who is wronged", but in his opinion, Yuan'er and Lingyun should have been inadvertently involved in the incident, which is not a big problem, just let me recuperate and don't go to Beicheng District again.

After no one...

Xia Yuan divined another hexagram, and used yarrow stems to calculate the "shadow puppet troupe in Beicheng District", and the result was auspicious, so he was curious, and left the Wuxin School Palace directly in the afternoon under the pretext of going to the White Dragon King.

With this departure, Xia Yuan stepped into the state of a hermit in one step and went directly to the north.

Under the shady Black Tower.

The rickety old woman was still sitting on a small stool, clutching the bones of the animal that had scraped the skin, and scraping the skin.

The water in the red basin in front of her was deep, dark, and had an extremely uncomfortable taste.