At the same time, on Qin He's side.

The road is paved with endless fiery red flowers, as if it leads to a foreign land, and also as if it leads to the other side.

Qin He didn't know where he had gone or where he was.

There are endless bubbles rising and falling, sinking and floating in all directions.

Each bubble seems to be a period of time.

Above my head, the sky is filled with stars.

It is an endless capsule of time, as numerous as the grains of sand in the Ganges.

As he walked forward, Qin He saw many strange and bizarre things.

He saw a man, his birth, and his growth. He was very smart. Later, he never woke up and died.

He also saw a worm. It formed a cocoon, broke out of the cocoon, grew wings, and later, it was eaten by a bird.

This is not the life of a person or a bug, but one cyst after another.

The number is neither too much nor too little.

Qin He saw them in different places.

At first, I thought it was interesting.

Later, I felt bored again.

Thousands of stars are not as interesting as a shadow play.

That is a continuous microcosm of life, which, when viewed in retrospect, is much more linear.

Here, it seems to be... a "chaos".

Like a pile of cards played by a child.

There is no order, no sequence.

I don't know if it's incomplete, but I think it probably is.

Qin He gently opened the time capsule in front of him and couldn't help but ponder.

It is not about pondering what this place is, but about pondering what the essence of shadow puppetry is.

Is it a period of time that has been sorted out?

Maybe it's not that advanced, it's just a video, a short movie, everyone seems to have seen it.

But why must it be shadow puppetry?

The shadow puppet performance seems both real and unreal, it represents the life of the deceased.

"And why the deceased?"

Qin He's thoughts drifted away, and he pondered for a long time.

After a moment, he shook his head, sighed, and turned back.

This place is boring.

Xiao Yingniang at Shenghualou will have a solo performance in the afternoon. She is known as the best singer in Beijing and you can’t miss it.

The moment Qin He turned around, all the flowers withered.

Endless fireworks stirred up ripples, and then Qin He's figure was seen following the way he came, and in a few moments he disappeared at a very fast speed.

But this is not the ultimate speed, but a reversal of time.

Even the endless ups and downs of time capsule returned to its original position.

When the fireworks completely disappeared, Qin He's figure also disappeared, as if he had never appeared.

No... not the same.

Yes, I really haven’t been here.

But this is not the end.

After a few breaths, a ball of fireworks suddenly appeared, stirring up a circle of faint ripples.

The next moment, a man covered in a black robe stepped out and hovered in the air.

He was completely shrouded in darkness, and his face could not be seen clearly. Only his eyes were like a deep sea of ​​stars, as if one would be sucked in at a glance.

Just like the sea of ​​stars in front of us.

The man in black robe looked around, traveling through the endless capsule of time, and seemed to make the starlight even more chaotic.

After a long while, the black-robed man stopped, shook his head, and sang an unknown ballad in a low voice:

"Boundless sea, boundless sky, where can I find it?"

"On the long river of time and space, a lone boat, where is the shore?"

"Wandering immortal, the whole world is your home."

"Lonely time is looking for its master..."

Before the music ended, he shuttled endlessly, retreated into the ripples, and disappeared, as if he had never appeared.

Well...it really never happened.

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