Shadow Puppet Taboo: Intangible Cultural Heritage Murder

Shadow Puppet Taboo: Intangible Cultural Heritage Murder The stage of the old house in Quanzhou is always lit up with lanterns at midnight. When Lin Wan, the successor of shadow puppetry, walked to the backstage, the master was hanging on the beam, with his green and gray Taoist robe hanging down like the silhouette of a yaksha. The silver thread that tied his wrist penetrated the window lattice, and the end was tightly wrapped around her little finger. Blood beads seeped out along the lines, and the word "big evil" was smeared on the playbill. The moment detective Chen Zhuo took off his frosted lenses, she saw a gray-white eyeball embedded in his left eye - it was his sister's relic, and it was the only eye that could see "colorless silk". "Your master is not the first." His fingertips traced the bloody words on the playbill. "When your father died, this thread was also wrapped around the stage pillars." The "Immortal Book" left by my father began to ooze blood, and the seven words "The curser is a blood relative" squirmed on the page. When Lin Wan used the ancestral love scissors to cut off the first "thread of thought" entangled in a person's life, wood grain suddenly appeared on his right arm, and the memory of performing White Snake on stage when he was seven years old was shattered into powder. The roots of the thousand-year-old mulberry trees in Kaiyuan Temple exuded red juice, and Granny Su's carving knife glowed with blood in the moonlight: "Don't force it when the carving knife is blunt, or the person who carved the soul will become a soul." The remnant soul of Chen Zhuo's sister poked its head out of the puppet's eye sockets, pointed at the shadow behind Lin Wan and smiled: "She was transformed from your tears that day." At night when the threads rose from the bottom of the Luoyang River, Lin Wan finally saw the truth inside her chest - the outline of colorless silk was eating her bones and blood inch by inch to the tune of Nanyin's "Requipment for the Soul". In this killing in the name of intangible cultural heritage, theatergoers eventually become actors in the play, and the scissors that cut off fate are always stained with the blood of loved ones.