"Uncle, who are you? Where are you from? Where are you going? ”

The program didn't send the main quest.

In the supernatural world, he didn't click on genes such as spiritual awareness, and he didn't even know if this old man was a human or a ghost, no matter what, he would talk to him first and get some information.

Under his inquiry, the old man did not answer, still silent, outside, the wind is getting stronger and stronger, rolling up large strands of snowflakes and flying straight to the temple, the fire is dim, reflecting the broken mountain god of the golden armor, the judge and the little ghost, the temple, filled with a strong gloomy meaning.

Yan Luo took off the weapon from his back and held it in his hand.

This old man, doesn't look right...... If you suddenly want to kill someone, or in the dilapidated mountain temple in the dark night, raise your head under the light of the gloomy firelight, change your face in Sichuan opera, and say faintly: "Who do you say I am......"

Yan Luo is indispensable, and he uses this thousand-year-old thunderbolt peachwood sword baptized by thunder to give this old guy a ruthless blow!

Just as he was about to put it into action, the old man spoke:

"When I was young, I watched the silk play, and I was stuck in the skill of the puppet of the bell, and when I was older, the stronger my ambition became, so I took it as a profession and enjoyed myself with things like people. However, he has been adrift all his life, living without a partner, and the only puppet puppet he is with. ”

As he spoke, the old man raised his hand as thin as a chicken claw, slowly stroked it beside him, and sat on top of the puppet green silk on the three-foot red platform.

Drops of cloudy tears slipped down his face.

"Now that I am old, the years have passed, what is left besides this silk puppet?"

Yanluo: "Oh, Magia Bakune. ”

The old man didn't seem to hear Yan Luo's words, he wiped away his tears, lifted the stage and put it in front of him, and his thin ten fingers pulled up the silk thread - finger pulling, picking and moving, just a simple movement of the fingers, as if giving life to the puppet in an instant.

"Bah, ah~~~"

The old man made a voice in his mouth, obviously an old man in the twilight, but it was like the delicate voice of a Hua Dan girl, which was clear and melodious in the ears, and on the square inch stage covered by the three-foot red cotton, the puppet girl, under the traction of the ten-finger silk thread, also began to stroll tactfully, in response to the song.

"It turns out that the purple and red are all over the place, and they are all paid with broken wells and decaying walls, and the beautiful scenery of the good day is no matter what day, who will enjoy it? Flying in the morning and twilight, clouds and clouds, rain and wind, smoke and waves painting boats. Jinping people look at this Shaoguang cheap! The green mountains are red and the cuckoos are drunk, and the smoke outside the tulip is drunk and soft, and you are like beautiful flowers, like water flowing for years......"

This old man, singing a song "Peony Pavilion", a song of female voices in his mouth, ten fingers flying, under the light of the fire, the puppet girl on the red cotton on the stage, gestures and smiles, enough to touch people's hearts, as if what he sees is not a puppet, but a living beautiful girl.

The rouge gouache, lightly applied to the blush, the eyes are charming,

Diffuse water sleeves, flying flowers month by month, swinging a wisp of love in the red dust......

The tone of the old man's tune, at first Qingyue Feiyue, tactful and smooth, gradually began to whimper poignantly, intermittently silent, only the puppet girl was still dancing happily, the big red satin wrapped the petite body, looking forward to Shenfei, Wang Qing's eyes were like water, a touch of eyebrows were like smoke, and a shallow grievance was locked between the eyebrows.

After singing the song "Peony Pavilion", the old man was silent, and the whole temple was silent, only the whistling sound of the external wind sweeping the snowflakes, and the brazier, burning wood, paper, and the subtle "crackling", but it made people feel more lonely.

The old man held the puppet puppet in his arms, and the face with muddy tears left was a smile from the heart.

But the smile quickly faded.

"Life is down, all puppets are mistaken, the weather is cold, winter clothes are difficult to place, and it is so poor that it is better to burn!"

In the temple, there are a number of yellow papers, not enough to burn, a few sections of dry wood in the original brazier are about to burn out, the fire is dim, the old man suddenly throws the puppet puppet into the brazier, Yanluo could have stopped it, but did not stop it, and watched the delicate, glamorous puppet fall into the flames.

"Speaking of which, this figure should be able to sell for a lot of money in the real world...... At least it's not worse than that 9.8 billion figure......"

Having said that, this puppet may not be able to be taken out, and this is a level 1 supernatural world, the old man or puppet must have some problems, but I don't know who it is, I feel that the old man is more likely to be bigger, after all, he has been in this broken temple for a long time, and the old man still looks like no one else......

When Yan Luo was reasoning in his heart, he suddenly saw that in the brazier, the puppet girl politely rose up and said goodbye, looking like a living person, with tears on her face, and a smile burst out.

Then the puppet disappeared in the bonfire.

Suddenly, the flames that were about to be extinguished in the brazier were almost ten times larger, and a warm feeling filled the icy mountain temple.

Yan Luo instantly, there was a feeling of "Chang Wei, you still say that you don't know martial arts", he originally thought that the spirit of this world was in the old man, it turned out that the puppet girl was a ghost - at least a weird.

"Anyway, this puppet is burned, isn't it, you can leave this supernatural world?"

Yanluo waited quietly.

In the brazier, it looks like a puppet of a 15- or 6-year-old girl, from the satin dress on her body, to the tender onion-like fingers, and the lotus-like arms...... The body was slowly burning, and the old man was full of tears, looking at all this in a daze.

It wasn't until the wind and snow cleared, the night passed, the sky turned bright, and the puppet girl burned the last trace of black hair in the brazier.

Only a speck of dust remains.

The old man suddenly hid his face and cried: "It's warm and lonely." ”

"You burned it yourself, it has nothing to do with me!" Yan Luo reminded him, he still didn't put it aside, this old man is a ghost suspicion - if this guy starts to go berserk and becomes blue-faced fangs, bloody mouths, and pounces, don't blame him for going crazy - the thousand-year-old lightning strike peachwood sword!

The old man beat his chest and fell to his feet, crying as if no one was around, and at this moment, the surrounding scenery suddenly became distorted and changed violently.

The picture in front of Yanluo's eyes changed from the original mountain temple, brazier, and old man to a mountain road, with thick fog, heavy snow, deep night, and a ray of fire in the distance.

"What the hell?"

Isn't this the place where he first started when he entered the inner world? Speechless, he stood there for a while, the wind was blowing too cold, and he thought about stepping on the snow as before, and marched towards the place where the fire was.

"I don't think I'll see an old man and a puppet again."

While muttering in his mouth, he struggled to walk in the snow, and soon Yanluo found a dilapidated temple, a tattered and rotten wooden door, pushed open, and there was a tooth-sore "crunch" sound, and the slowly opened door showed the scenery inside the temple.

The mountain god, the judge, the imp, the burning brazier, the old man, and the three-foot stage covered with red cotton, and a puppet girl who should have been burned to ashes in the fire, delicate and thin, with a condensed goose fat, lips like cherry blossoms, eyebrows like ink paintings, and a god like autumn water.

Yanluo: "......"