When trainee director Chen Ling dug out his own heart from the coffin, he realized that the world was just a tampered drama.
There are twenty-seven Nuo-faced spectators in the body, drinking human blood and shouting "refund the ticket";
There are nine bronze coffins at the tomb, with the birth date of my younger brother Chen Yan whose heart was gouged out;
The ashes of the opera core that the "Xi Shen Tao" has worshiped for thousands of years are actually living coffins fed by the souls of relatives in the Bing Shen Tao.
Chen Ling tore open the shroud and saw bloody tattoos crawling up her collarbone:
"If the performance is ruined, it will be reduced to ashes. If the performance is completed... I will blow up this cannibalistic stage!"
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Life and death are reversed, and the destiny path weaves the soul; if you can't finish singing "Tian Tian Nuo", then burn this world to make lamp oil.
Very beautiful