My second uncle, whom I hadn't seen for many years, suddenly returned to the village and opened a paper-making shop next door to my house. The paper figures he folded had red eyes and a smile on their lips. The whole shop was filled with a vaguely fishy smell day and night.
Zhao Laoer, a gangster in the village, showed off yesterday that he had eaten the yellow skin of a stolen chicken. This morning he was found hanging naked from an old locust tree at the entrance of the village - the human skin was missing. At a time when people were panicking, an incredibly beautiful rich girl came to this remote rural area to teach. Every time her eyes glanced at me, I was fascinated, but also had chills running down my spine.
My best friend Fatty and I sneaked into the depths of Funiu Mountain, which was classified as a forbidden area. In an abandoned old house entangled with vines, we actually saw a poem suspected to be written by Liu Bowen on the mottled wall! What is even more chilling is that the poem implicitly mentions that the "monster" who has been suppressed at the foot of the mountain for generations in the village may be inextricably linked to Qin Shihuang, who pursues immortality...
From then on, Xu Fu's elixir from the eastward journey, Han Zhong's overseas fairy mountains, Yuan Tiangang's push-back diagram, Liu Bowen's dragon-slaying technique, Zhang Sanfeng's alchemy, Shen Zhurong's Feng Shui secret technique... These names that should have been sealed in history emerged one after another like a curse, entangling me tightly. Until we were in a dangerous place, the fat man who always made jokes suddenly grabbed me, put away all his jokes, and pointed at my face with a dead expression: "Your face... Is the key to unlocking all this. But buddy, are you sure... Are you still yourself?"
I seem to have come across that terrifying answer that no mortal should ever know.
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