Fan Ren stared blankly at the books and periodicals stuck on the back of the car seat in front of him.

He was actually transported to the cursed land at this juncture.

His face was pale and his body was still trembling. The constant coldness from the Eternal Spear in his hand made him calm down a little.

"What's wrong with you? You don't look good?" The man wearing glasses next to him was awakened by Fan Ren's movements while he was sleeping.

Hearing this, Fan Ren was stunned for a few seconds, and then with a thought, he quickly put the Eternal Spear into his virtual backpack.

He then wiped the sweat from his forehead and said to the man next to him who was suspected to be an NPC passenger:

"It's okay, I just had a nightmare."

"No wonder you look so bad." The man took out a pack of tissues and handed it to Fan Ren.

"Thank you." Fan Ren took out a tissue and wiped away his cold sweat.

Seeing that there was a passenger suddenly beside him, this man did not show any surprise. It was probably because the Eye of Brand distorted his cognition.

"My name is Chen Tianyu, and I am a video planner and director." The gentle man wearing glasses looked familiar. "I got on this car to go to Yin Yang Town to shoot a documentary about Nuo noodles and Nuo opera. What about you?"

"Nuo noodles, Nuo opera, what is that?" Fan Ren asked subconsciously.

The talkative Chen Tianyu's eyes lit up. He pushed up the square-framed glasses on the bridge of his nose and began to introduce eloquently:

"Nuo is a kind of traditional cultural custom in my country. It was originally a witchcraft activity to exorcise ghosts in ancient times. Later, after continuous evolution, it was integrated into drama, dance, music and other elements, and was gradually passed down. This is Nuo opera.

When performing witchcraft activities to exorcise ghosts, you need to wear masks of different shapes, which are called Nuo masks.

After putting on the mask, the person conducting the ceremony must wear special clothes, hold props in hand, recite incantations, and search around to expel the ghost plague. From beginning to end, he must follow a certain procedure. This is the Nuo ritual.

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Fan Ren had completely calmed down and rubbed his chin:

"Sounds like a certain country's Noh drama."

Hearing this, Chen Tianyu's face turned ugly: "Nengmianneng script originally originated from Nuo. Of course, regardless of this, most of the culture of a certain country was stolen from our country."

The man in front of him seemed to be a bit stubborn, with quite a wolf-warrior style, but Fan Ren did not reject this kind of person, because as long as such a patriotic person is not crazy, at least his brain is normal and he knows right and wrong.

"I don't understand this very well. If it offends me, I'd like to apologize in advance." Fan Ren said.

"It's okay, I'm just too sensitive." Chen Tianyu also realized that he was losing his temper and waved his hand.

"Yeah, brother, don't mind, Tianyu is a straight-tempered person." A woman's voice came from behind them.

Fan Ren stood up and walked away. At the same time, he also took the opportunity to observe the situation of the bus where he was.

The whole bus is not big, it is a small and medium-sized model. There are a total of twelve passengers sitting in the bus. They have different expressions. Some are closing their eyes to relax, some are playing with their mobile phones with their heads down, and some are looking at them with strange eyes.

Fan Ren.

Everything I have seen so far is normal, this is an ordinary bus.

Although the Chosen Ones can sense each other, Fan Ren couldn't tell who was the Chosen One and who was an NPC among the dozen or so people in the car.

His eyes moved to the woman who was speaking. She was sitting behind Fan Ren's parking space. She had a pretty face, but the makeup on her face was too heavy.

"Well, she is my girlfriend Lin Miaomiao. She is the makeup artist and logistical support for our filming team."

"Hello." Fan Ren nodded slightly.

Lin Miaomiao nodded in response.

"Hello, handsome boy." The female passenger next to Lin Miaomiao also waved. Obviously, she was also a member of Chen Tianyu's filming team.

Chen Tianyu said: "That's Li Yun, the editor of our team."

"And us." Two men poked their heads out of the parking space in front.

The tall, dark-skinned man spoke first: "My name is Pang Zishi, I am the lighting engineer, and I am also responsible for the sound reception."

Another young man who looked like he had just graduated from college pointed the camera at Fan Ren:

"My name is Zhao Xuelin, and I am the cameraman in charge of the camera."

Facing the dark lens, Fan Ren frowned, but out of politeness, he nodded.

"Put down the camera, it's so rude." Chen Tianyu on the side saw the expression on Fan Ren's face and coughed a few times as a reminder.

Zhao Xuelin scratched his head in embarrassment, moved away from the camera, and kept saying sorry.

"It's okay." Fan Ren sat back in the bus parking space.

"Although I don't know much about it, if you are going to shoot a documentary, your filming team seems to be a bit small."

Hearing Fan Ren's question, Chen Tianyu smiled bitterly:

"There is no way, we can't get sponsors. This is the age of entertainment. The documentaries we shot are about traditional culture. Today's young people are not interested at all. Without commercial value, there will be no sponsors."

"Then what keeps you taking pictures?" Fan Ren was a little confused.

"I simply want to take pictures. Our country's culture is obviously so profound and profound, but it continues to disappear under the wheel of history due to hereditary inheritance."

Chen Tianyu clenched his fists,

“I want to use my camera to record everything and let more people know about the unknown cultural customs of our country that are gradually disappearing in the corners.

It is our duty to revive the glory of traditional culture!"

Looking at the man next to him who was full of energy, Fan Ren, who had no life at all, didn't think he was ridiculous. He even saw a force in him, a force of righteousness.

This is probably the pure enthusiasm of not turning back until he hits the wall, and vowing to be beaten to death. This is something Fan Ren has never had since he was a child.

Even if Chen Tianyu has experienced the ups and downs of cold reality many years later, when he looks back on the past, he may still smile with understanding.

It was great. Fan Ren seemed to be infected and his mood gradually stabilized. He said softly:

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Come on."

"Thank you, stranger." The smile on Chen Tianyu's face was extremely bright.

"I forgot to mention, my name is Black Sheep, um, I went to Yin Yang Town for vacation." He glanced at the promotional introduction of Yin Yang Town in books and periodicals, the time was 2005.

Fan Ren pulled out a smile that could be considered normal:

"If you don't mind, I'll join your team. Maybe I can help you a little."

Chen Tianyu was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: "Okay, of course, there is strength in numbers."

"Yeah." After Fan Ren answered, he turned on his phone.

"I still have news to deal with, so I won't talk about it for now."

Chen Tianyu nodded and politely looked away.

Fan Ren opened the phone screen, clicked on the Brand Eye app, and then quickly clicked on the task content:

"Take a bus and enter Yin Yang Town. If you survive in Yin Yang Town until the red moon is in the sky, you have completed the mission. During the mission, you are not allowed to leave the scope of Yin Yang Town. Violators will die immediately.

The drums and flutes are played to drive away the Nuo, and the thin ghost's face is stained but his teeth are white. The red moon shines on the earth, covering his face and turning into ghosts."

It's a survival mission. Fan Ren looked at the last four sentences that sounded like limericks and was a little confused.

He can probably understand the meaning of these four lines of poetry, but what does this have to do with the road to survival?

After thinking about it for a long time, he still couldn't understand the metaphor. It seemed that the only way to do it was to live in Yin Yang Village for a while.

Fan Ren suddenly thought of Chen Tianyu next to him. He was very knowledgeable and might know something.

Copying the four lines of the poem into the memo on his phone, he pushed Chen Tianyu:

"I have four lines of poetry here that I can't understand. Can you help me look at them? Can you figure out anything?"

Chen Tianyu took the phone, looked down at the screen, pondered for a moment, and frowned:

"This is a poem about Nuo noodles. It's just that it's been modified. It's so messed up that I can't understand what it means."

Fan Ren then asked: "Then do you know Hongyue?"

"I do know this. It is a rare natural phenomenon. The blood moon was an unlucky symbol in ancient times. From the perspective of the I Ching Bagua, it is a sign of great evil and heralds disaster.

There is a saying that "when the blood moon appears, demons will appear". It has been recorded that when the blood moon appears, the country will decline, its energy will be exhausted, and it will be like falling into prison!

Moreover, in foreign countries, the view of the blood moon is also negative, and it is basically the same as the view of a sign of great evil."

"I see." Fan Ren lowered his eyes, thinking about the connection between Nuo and Blood Moon.

"That's all I know. I don't know if I can help you." Chen Tianyu handed the phone back to Fan Ren.

Fan Ren took the phone back: "Yes, thank you."

"You're welcome, I'm a little tired too. I'll close my eyes and take a nap. Wait, when you get to your destination, remember to call me, Brother Black Sheep." Chen Tianyu crossed his hands on his chest and slowly closed his eyes.

"Okay." Fan Ren agreed, turned off his phone, and looked out the car window.

There was still a little sunshine outside the window at this time, and it hit Fan Ren's face through the window, but there was no warmth at all.

The bus seems to be traveling on an undeveloped road, so it's a bit bumpy.

Surrounded by weeds as tall as a man, they are green and fill the entire field of vision.

Fan Ren could not see any traces of urbanization. It seemed that the Yinyang Town they were going to was a backward place.
To be continued...