"Old-fashioned," that’s what you always called him, but now he’s telling that he never blad you for it," Jiang Shu continued, "Just as you said, he really was an ’old-fashioned’ man."
"I understand," Tang ngyao blinked incessantly, her tears were already unstoppable by the ti Jiang Shu reached this point.
If possible...
No, right now she truly wished her father was standing inside this hall, watching her.
With a stern expression.
"This is a very old cara that can produce images instantly," Jiang Shu said, while the faceless man on stage also took out a small cara.
It was a model from many years ago, and most people present wouldn’t recognize it.
Jiang Shu, however, was quite familiar with it, in the past it was called Polaroid.
"Now, let him take a photo of you as a keepsake. Mr. Tang has instructed to tell you, don’t cry, smile for him." Jiang Shu continued, without revealing the specific reason for the photograph.
Tang ngyao nodded, wiping away her tears, she showed a smile.
"Click—" After the cara’s flash, a photo erged from the cara.
A mont later, the faceless man handed the photo to Tang ngyao.
The instant she saw the photo, her tears once again broke through, falling "plop plop" onto it.
In the photo, standing beside her was a middle-aged man with a stern and rigid face, unmistakably her father.
Next to her father were a few words written in his handwriting.
"Keep up the good work."
"I’m sorry, father, I’m sorry," Tang ngyao’s emotions suddenly overwheld her, she hugged the photo, crying profusely.
All those present, whether the faceless man or the audience, were silent, watching the woman at the center of the stage, feeling a surge of shared emotions.
Perhaps...
It’s ti to go back and take a look?
A few minutes passed before Tang ngyao cald down, her eyes sowhat red and her face flushed, she appeared rather embarrassed.
It seed the magic act was interrupted by her crying.
"Thank you, thank you, Mr. Jiang Shu," she bowed to the faceless man, then to the audience, for from Jiang Shu’s previous words, it seed the man on stage wasn’t him.
"Don’t worry, in your future life, carry your father Mr. Yang’s wishes with you and keep up the good work," Jiang Shu said kindly.
Tang ngyao stepped down from the stage, her mood settling as she walked back to her seat.
She looked at the photo, a warmth flooding her heart.
That recent mont, she hoped, was real.
No, it was real.
Tang ngyao told herself in her heart.
——
"Next, who else would like to try?" Jiang Shu’s voice rose.
This ti, there was a fair amount of approval from below, many hands raised.
"I’ll go!"
"I can."
"Pick , I want to see my mom."
"I understand your feelings, but unfortunately, this door has closed," Jiang Shu spoke with a hint of helplessness, "They should leave now, even Papern need their rest."
At this mont, the faceless man gestured to the four robed Papern standing in the corner.
The robed Papern began to move their limbs, approaching the faceless man’s direction, and as they moved, their bodies grew back to about 1.7 ters tall.
The four robed Papern approached the coffin, and with an outstretched hand, the coffin slowly rose into their grasp; then ca a strange cadence of calls, "One two three, lift! One two three, lift!"
This sequence of calls sounded odd; although forceful, the tone was either masculine nor feminine, sending an unexplainable shiver through one’s heart.
It wasn’t a sound a human could produce.
And now, the audience also recalled the fear controlled by the Papern at the start of the magic performance.
The previous warmth had vanished, only the dread and trembling brought by the Papern lingered on.
Afterward, the faceless man walked to the back of the lifted coffin, standing beneath the "Chengde Hall" signboard.
Suddenly, the candles within the hall flickered relentlessly, and the background music turned into a haunting and eerie tune.
The Tang suit on the faceless man caught fire amidst the flickering candles; after a flash of light, a large Paperman appeared in that spot.
It wore heavy makeup on its face, white base with red lips, carrying a terrifying smile.
"What?"
"The person performing on stage wasn’t Jiang Shu?"
"It was this Paperman performing???"
"How could that be...?"
"But... the voice of Jiang Shu from the speakers never once said he was the one on stage..."
The appearance of this Paperman chilled everyone to the bone; they could hardly believe that the one on stage the whole ti was this eerily faced Paperman.
It was as if...
The only person who gave them a sense of security on this stage also disappeared.
Or perhaps, he never existed at all.
The Paperman leaped high into the air and hopped into the coffin, which closed shut.
The four robed Papern, stepping joyfully, carried the coffin disappeared behind the curtain.
"..."
The performance had ended, but the audience’s minds remained fixed on the eerie coffin lifting.
Magic can be grounded but shouldn’t summon the underworld...
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