I Use Magic to Ask the Laws of Heaven

Seven locks, twelve seals, thirty thousand people waiting for him to drown. After the water tank was filled, the long lock hand-picked by the audience became stuck and the only way out was blocked. Cen Heng did not ask for help. He used the lock to exert force in reverse and got out from behind the three-meter-high advertising screen. The seven locks are still closed, and none of the twelve seals are broken. Applause rang out, but the stage beneath their feet changed. Eighty-eight days ago, Cen Heng survived for forty-seven minutes in an old theater outside the curtain, and then was pushed into a water tank and drowned. Now the group wiped the stools and invited him to sit down and watch the show. There has been no audience in the theater for eighty-eight days, so we had to invite back the last night it was full. Old guests filled every chair, but there was no room for today's audience. Here, the girl can swallow the moon in one gulp and pull it out from the closed scissors; every door in a city is a shortcut, but those who enter can never reach it; there is also a city that is always asleep, and those who wake up occasionally will be regarded as crazy. Here, if the audience only remembers the play and gradually forgets the actors, the play will slowly come to life. It first speaks the next line for the actor, then raises his hand and turns around for him. After the audience had dispersed, the performance continued as usual on stage. When I opened the roster the next day, there was a line missing, and no one could remember who it was. Cen Heng wanted to see if he could travel all over Jiuzhou with the help of ordinary people, share the stage with the twenty-seven true miracles, and finally perform a magic that even Tianlu had never seen before. But there is no return journey beyond the curtain. Cen Heng wants to return to reality, but he can only die once. Every time he dies, reality loses something about him. It may be a signature, or it may be in someone's memory