After the cataclysm, the world faded into gray, but there was a theater inside me.
On the execution ground, my eyes were gouged out and my skin was peeled off, and when I was about to die, I woke up in Qian Ji Theater. Wanfa is played on the first floor, famous actors live on the second floor, and a "spectator" who looks like me is locked up on the third floor.
Sitting under the stage were King Ghost Hands, Han Qiaoshou, and the Thousand-faced Man, who taught me that the Three Immortals returned to the cave to hide the real sword, the empty bowl filled the city with water, and the universe in the sleeve contained the sun and moon.
I put on a green shirt and transformed into "Qingqi", harvesting the shock and fear of the world and turning it into "full of color", which can be exchanged for magical powers.
The sister's soul hugged the puppet on the second floor and cried: "Brother, don't go to the third floor."
When the painted ghost walks in human skin, when the color tyrant crawls out of the sea of paint, when the "Painting Saint" in higher dimensions casts his gaze——
I picked up the porcelain bowl and patted the wood: "Dear readers, today's song "Deception" - in the first act, the golden cicada escapes from the guillotine; in the second act, I play 'I' to hide it from the gods!"
