[The trick begins with human skin as the curtain - this soul-soothing Nuo opera you ordered is to be sung by order.
The Nuo mask covered his face, and the corpse oil lantern suddenly lit up.
Qin Yanxue painted cinnabar facial makeup, a thousand-year-old witchcraft rolled out of his throat, and the earth trembled as he swallowed the Qing Dynasty zombie.
He was breaking off the shadow puppet maker's spine and stuffing it into the Qianqi box - every time he contained a strange thing, the tattoo of the Nuo God on his face was eroded into flesh and blood.
When the mute spring pours into the theater troupe, he steps on the cinnabar and steps to fight, but the lyrics suddenly get stuck in his throat: Is what is squirming in the mask exorcising evil spirits, or is it the witch and Nuo master who gnaws on human nature?
