I'm not a theatre god

Xiao Chunping was slightly startled, and after a while, she chuckled and said:

"Silly child, there is no superman in this world."

"So, grandma also thinks it's ridiculous, right?"

"Grandma doesn't understand superman, but the human spirit is originally a very mysterious thing. Who can tell what kind of potential is hidden in it?"

Before Xiao Chunping finished speaking, she saw a picture of a lady embroidered on the wall of the embroidery room. It seemed to move vaguely, and her eyes narrowed unconsciously.

Yao Qing opened his mouth to say something, and Xiao Chunping patted his shoulder and said:

"My dear grandson, take Zhiwei and Dr. Yang to the backyard to play."

"Ah?"

Yao Qing was stunned, and seemed to not understand why grandma mentioned this.

"There is a guest coming, and grandma wants to entertain him personally." Xiao Chunping's tone gradually became serious, and her old eyes narrowed into a narrow gap, looking towards the direction of the door.

"Guests? Grandma, have you made an appointment with friends? I can also help serve tea and water."

"No, you go take care of Zhiwei and the others."

Xiao Chunping's tone was unyielding. Seeing this, Yao Qing could not say anything more. He could only tell his grandmother to call him anytime if he had anything, and then he opened the door and walked out.

As the door of the embroidery room closed, Xiao Chunping walked to the embroidery table by the window with a cane and sat down slowly.

She gently lifted the slender embroidery needle, and her old eyes seemed to look through the floor at every embroidery picture in this museum, her expression as calm as water.

"It's been a long time since anyone has seen you. Since there are guests today, come out and entertain them."

The drizzle of rain fell from the night sky.

Nie Yu, who was about to arrive at the door of the museum, suddenly stopped and his brows narrowed unconsciously.

"Is there something spying on me?" Nie Yu held the handle of the hunting knife with one hand, and his eyes quickly swept around. There was no suspicious object in the barren wilderness. After a few short seconds, his eyes locked on the door of the museum in front of him.

In the dark night, two big red lanterns were like the pupils of some giant beast, staring at Nie Yu at the door. After that, Nie Yu could feel a trace of unusual breath, floating out of nothingness. It was the intuition that belonged to the hunter, and it was the nature of the wolf that warned him.

"Something is wrong."

Nie Yu stared at the museum in the drizzling night, wondering, "Besides the man in brown, is there anyone else here?"

Seeing Nie Yu stop, the eight killers following him also stopped, and someone asked in confusion:

"Boss, why don't we go in?"

Nie Yu thought for a moment, then said:

"Something is wrong here. I will go through the main door alone, and you will go in through the side door or the back door. Once you find Su Zhiwei, kill him immediately."

The eight killers looked at each other. Although they were all puzzled, they did not dare to disobey Nie Yu's orders. They immediately split into several groups and spread around the museum to find other entrances.

As everyone left, Nie Yu was left standing alone in the deserted wilderness, at the entrance of the museum with a big red lantern hanging high.

He carried a hunting rifle on his back and a hunting knife on his waist. After taking a deep breath, he slowly pushed open the door of the museum.

Creak

As a low voice sounded, the entrance hall of the museum appeared in front of Nie Yu.

After he stepped over the threshold, he was greeted by a huge screen, on which was embroidered an empty branch, without even a few green leaves. Looking at it, it looked inexplicably bald and awkward.

Nie Yu just glanced at the screen and moved his eyes away. After all, he did not feel anything unusual on this embroidered screen, as if it was just an ordinary exhibit.

But when he walked around the screen and was about to go deeper into the museum, a black shadow broke out from behind the screen!

Like a long shuttle tearing through the air, a sharp explosion broke out in an instant. The speed of the black shadow was even faster than the bullet of a sniper rifle, and it flashed to the back of Nie Yu's head in the blink of an eye!

A sense of life and death crisis rose from Nie Yu's heart. His hair stood up and he dodged to the side without thinking. Even so, the black shadow still brushed past his flesh and blood, smashing his left ear directly!

Song!!

Nie Yu narrowly avoided the attack, but before he could stand firm, the second black shadow shot out again!

He didn't have time to feel the pain of his ear being blown to pieces. He pulled out the hunting knife from his waist with his backhand, and a thin silk thread that was almost widthless was cut from the blade and thrown towards the black shadow!

A sound of metal cutting sounded, and the blade split the black shadow in half from the center. The fine embroidery silk fell from the air. It was not until this time that Nie Yu could see clearly what the black shadow was.

"Sparrow??"

Nie Yu was stunned. The next moment, more than a dozen birds made of embroidered silk flew out from behind the screen at the same time, shooting towards Nie Yu from all directions. If Chen Ling were here, he would recognize at a glance that these were the birds that originally perched on the screen, but these birds no longer had the original beauty and leisure, but were full of murderous intent!

"What kind of ability is this?!"

Half of Nie Yu's face was stained with blood, but the extreme pain did not affect his fighting thoughts. He tightly grasped the hunting knife in his hand, and the slender wire danced wildly with the blade. He fought with the many birds that came flying in black clothes!

Just as the main hall of the museum fell into chaos and fighting, the embroidered characters hanging on the surrounding walls whispered to each other.

"Huo, this is a real killer!"

"He is a ruthless guy. He didn't change his face even when his ears were pecked off. And judging from his breath, he should be at the fifth level, right?"

"Don't worry, the master is at the sixth level, and it shouldn't be a problem to deal with him."

"How come I haven't seen other Shinto owners for so many years, and so many of them suddenly appeared in the past two days? Are they all flocking to our museum?"

"But the master is old and his health is not as good as before. What if something happens?"

"Can you shut up your crow mouth?! This is the master's home court, so many of us brothers are just doing it for free?!"

"Speaking of which, it's been a long time since I've been out to stretch my muscles."

"The master said that we can do whatever we want this time."

"What are you waiting for?"

"Fuck him!!"

Nie Yu slashed ten times in a row, splitting all the flying birds in half. Only then did he stop, panting heavily. There was only a hollow left in his left ear, with a steady stream of blood flowing from it. If it weren't for the iron Yi, I'm afraid half of his head was blown off just now.

However, before Nie Yu could calm down his breathing, the lights in the main hall above his head suddenly flickered violently, and eventually the bulb burst and plunged into darkness.

The green emergency exit signboard disperses the surrounding darkness a little.

Nie Yu seemed to have noticed something. He turned around suddenly and saw that the embroidered pictures on the wall came to life. Strange figures crawled out of the frame and surrounded him.