It was February, and the winter evening glow stretched from the west, painting the world with a serene red like oil paint, changing the hue of every passerby.

Everyone was smiling.

Today was the third day of the Lunar New Year, a perfect day for the temple fair. In Luocheng, a small city, there were half a dozen places hosting such fairs.

"Wang Yang, I want candied hawthorns, the kind stuffed with walnuts," a little girl tugged at the sleeve of the teenager in front of her, pointing at the candied hawthorn cart on the side of the road. Through the glass window, one could see the glistening candied fruits.

The girl was young, around ten years old, dressed in a spotless white down jacket.

The teenager named Wang Yang looked at the cart with a pained expression, then swallowed and said to the girl, "Wang Xiaoguan! When we bought you this down jacket, we agreed that we would have to be frugal, or I won't have enough for my tuition next semester!"

"Wang Yang, you've changed! You told me yesterday that there was plenty for your tuition!" Wang Xiaoguan said calmly.

Wang Yang's face darkened immediately: "Where did you learn that? Watch less of those romance soap operas, okay?"

Then he calculated for a moment and sighed, walking towards the candied hawthorn vendor: "Boss, how much for the kind with walnuts?"

"Five yuan, buy a string for your sister," the boss said with a smile, having long seen who the big and small really wanted the candied hawthorns.

Five yuan... really expensive, Wang Yang took out a crumpled ten-yuan note from his pocket and handed it to the boss, who gave him five yuan in change.

The candied hawthorns were now in hand, a string with seven fruits stuffed with walnuts. When Wang Yang handed it to Wang Xiaoguan, she said, "I'll eat five, and leave two for you!"

Wang Yang smiled and patted Wang Xiaoguan on the head: "Keep one for me."

The little girl at this age was only up to Wang Yang's waist in height. With a stretch, Wang Yang could just touch the top of her head.

"Okay," Wang Xiaoguan did not refuse, her fair face and red lips making her look like a porcelain doll in the winter.

At this moment, a few young people walked by, discussing something new with great enthusiasm: "Did you guys see the news on the internet yesterday? It said that an old man's soul could be seen before he died, and then the news was deleted in seconds."

Wang Yang watched Wang Xiaoguan noisily eating the candied hawthorns, thinking to himself that recently there have been more and more news about such supernatural events. A while ago, there were also news about children with blue light in their hands, strong men lifting 2000 jin weights with their bare hands, and so on.

He didn't know whether these were fake news or what, and these people, along with the news, all disappeared after being deleted.

There were also some videos, such as someone walking, and the streetlights would flicker on and off wherever they went, which looked quite frightening.

There was also a video of an aunt suddenly disappearing out of thin air.

There was also a video shot from a bystander's perspective, saying that someone was seen swallowing clouds on the mountaintop.

The most consistent thing is that these videos eventually disappeared.

Wang Yang looked at the sky, and he always felt that something was about to happen, but he didn't know what.

Do there really exist such magical things in the world? It's not that he has lived for 17 years, and these things have only slowly appeared, right? What's the situation?

It feels like life is about to go off track!

"Let's go, watch the acrobatics," Wang Yang took out the ticket from his pocket and glanced at it: "There are still 20 minutes left, it is said that this year's temple fair specially invited an acrobatic troupe, there is a fire performance."

At this time, Wang Xiaoguan had already eaten six candied hawthorns, and she handed the stick with the last candied hawthorn on it to Wang Yang with a satisfied look: "Delicious!"

"Foodie," Wang Yang muttered.

...

This year's acrobatics were really unique, and they seemed to have a bit of magic. The organizers of the temple fair set up a huge stage, and there were many people under the stage, Wang Yang finally felt a bit of the New Year's flavor.

This acrobatics at the beginning was not very interesting, it was just some tricks like carrying a big jar on the head and playing with flying knives.

However, the last performance was a bit different. A young man came on stage, and as soon as he started, flames suddenly ignited all over his body.

Wang Yang was shocked at the time, my God, is this performance really okay? Won't you die?

"Wang Yang, Wang Yang, let me ride on your shoulders to watch," Wang Xiaoguan shouted.

Wang Yang helplessly said: "I can't lift you."

Wang Yang looked a bit thin, his face was a bit unnaturally pale, which was not just sick, but he had been weak since he was young. He had also secretly bought Liuwei Di Huang Wan and took it for a while, but the Di Huang Wan that he had finally decided to buy after enduring the pain, it was not very effective after eating.

Still very weak...

At least it also proves that he is not weak because of the kidney. This is also a kind of comfort. Wang Yang comforted himself like this.

Wang Yang took Wang Xiaoguan and squeezed forward, and he could see clearly when he stood closer.

At this moment, the performer on stage suddenly extinguished the flames, as if he could control it at will.

So Wang Yang felt that the ticket price of 20 yuan for this year's temple fair was definitely worth it, watching both acrobatics and magic!

The performer on stage sometimes had flames on his body, sometimes not, and the flames were red with a touch of blue, very dazzling.

At the end, the flames in the man's hand suddenly flew out like a comet tail towards the audience, but they disappeared before they reached the audience.

All the audience applauded and the performer bowed and left the stage.

Only one person was silent, and that was Wang Yang. The dazzling flames were the closest to him just now, and when the fireball approached, Wang Yang suddenly felt a throbbing in his heart, a feeling... It was like a long-lost reunion...

What's going on, Wang Yang was a bit confused, this feeling was so real that he could not deny it.

"Wang Yang, Wang Yang, I want to learn this, you take me to find him to learn acrobatics!" Wang Xiaoguan pulled Wang Yang and ran to the backstage.

"You, a little girl, learn what acrobatics, this is a unique skill of others, it would be strange if they could teach you, and we also have no money to pay for the tuition!" Wang Yang said helplessly, but he also wanted to go backstage to see that performer, if possible, he wanted the other party to show it again, Wang Yang wanted to see what happened to himself just now.

However, as soon as he followed Wang Xiaoguan to the backstage, he saw four or five people in black overcoats raised their hands and shot a small syringe-like thing into the neck of the flame performer, and the performer fell to the ground motionless in less than two seconds.

No one in the acrobatic troupe dared to speak, it was really because the temperament of these people was too fierce, and the bodies hidden under the black overcoats seemed to have a huge deterrent force.

Wang Yang was confused, what was the situation? The style was a bit wrong!

But Wang Xiaoguan didn't care about so much: "Why did you knock him out!"

For Wang Yang and him, it's okay for normal people to be scared and urinate when they encounter such a weird situation, but Wang Xiaoguan has always been stubborn, and seeing the person she wanted to learn from lying on the ground, she immediately became unhappy.

Wang Yang's face turned green on the spot, and he immediately wanted to pull Wang Xiaoguan and run away, but someone in the black overcoat said calmly: "This temple fair did not apply for the fire performance fire approval, he violated the fire safety routine regulations, so he has to be taken back for investigation."

I believe your evil spirit! Wang Yang didn't believe their explanation at all, even if it violated the fire safety, it should be the temple fair organizer who should be found, right?

And which fire department directly uses such a thing like an anesthetic needle to knock people out?

There's a problem! There's a big problem!