I have a Tantric panel

Turning around, a man wearing a bowler hat walked out of the crowd.

He was in his thirties, dressed entirely in black from head to toe, like a shadow standing there.

With Xia En's current level of insight, it's not hard to see.

The black coat looked simple, but the fine stitching and meticulous workmanship gave it a sense of understated luxury.

At the same time, a panel popped up.

[You have come into contact with a superhuman who adheres to the "Secret History" principle (for the first time)!]

[Soul Point +1!]

【Secret History】 symbolizes hidden knowledge, multiple histories, and cracks in the world.

There is more than one version of the world.

Secret history is a set of records that tells you which histories have been erased and which truths have been buried.

really……

Both his clothing and his status as a superhuman matched Xia En's previous guesses.

However, it's hard to say that the "Secret History" guidelines have any stance.

Or rather, any stance is possible.

However, considering the kinship, this uncle was probably mostly kind to me.

Suppressing his distracting thoughts, Xia En bowed slightly:

"Good evening, Uncle Yu Ge."

Yu Ge's gaze swept over his nephew's face, habitually taking on a scrutinizing look.

He wasn't paying attention to appearances, but rather observing something deeper.

Yu Ge still remembers the first time he met Xia En three months ago.

The young man, fresh out of college and from the countryside, was shy and timid, unable to even ask for help, and spoke haltingly.

The occasional coughing sounded almost throughout the entire conversation.

It left a really bad impression.

But now?

Clear and bright eyes, looking directly at oneself with neither arrogance nor servility.

That timidity and weakness seemed to have been wiped away by an invisible hand.

The remaining one is a vibrant young man, full of energy and drive.

After thinking about the photos in the newspaper, Yuge made a decision.

He should know more.

—As a Knox.

Hugh glanced down at his watch and smiled gently.

"It's about time. The show is about to begin. Let's go in."

"Um."

Xia En nodded and followed Yu Ge into the Elm Street Theater.

As he passed through the theater entrance, a poster caught his eye, causing him to pause slightly.

The woman in the poster was as proud as a swan, her emerald green eyes more dazzling than gemstones.

Freya Adler

[Performance Title: Phantom in the Mist]

How come I ran into her here?

Xia En muttered to himself, then felt something was off.

As can be seen from the name of the Elm Street Theater, it is a more populist theater, with its audience mainly consisting of the middle class and ordinary citizens.

Freya had previously performed at the Royal Grand Theatre, so her level of performance seemed somewhat mismatched with that theatre.

"Don't rush."

Yu Ge's tone was meaningful: "You'll understand when the show starts."

Upon hearing this, Xia En stopped making wild guesses.

As soon as I handed the ticket to the theater waiter, his expression visibly warmed up.

"Please follow me, gentlemen."

Xia En then realized that his uncle had given him the best box seat.

After climbing the stairs covered with a deep red carpet, the two entered the private room, led by a waiter.

The view from here is perfect, offering a panoramic view of the stage below.

While waiting for the performance to start, Yu Ge casually asked.

"How have you been lately?"

"fine."

This uncle clearly wasn't very caring; he only asked one question before getting stuck.

Out of politeness, Shane asked a probing question.

"By the way, I didn't know, Uncle, were you married?"

"I'm married. I also have a five-year-old son."

When his family was mentioned, Yu Ge's expression softened and he became less tense.

"If there's a chance, I can introduce you to them."

"it is good."

They chatted casually for a bit, and the atmosphere finally eased a little.

Clang... clang...

Two chimes signaled that the performance was about to begin.

The lights below the VIP box began to dim, and the audience gradually quieted down.

Then, the curtain rose.

A deep blue-gray color surged forth.

That's fog, man-made fog.

It slowly emerged from the dark channels in the stage floor, tumbling along the edges of the footlights, like some kind of living thing that was breathing.

In this era, this form of performance is undoubtedly extremely bold and avant-garde.

The spotlight came on.

But it only illuminated a corner of the fog, revealing a shadowy figure.

Freya's voice rang out.

"Every night, when the shadow of the clock tower climbs past the third window, I hear you."

"It wasn't footsteps, it wasn't breathing, but I heard you."

"Like the wind passing through old harp strings, like ice cracking its first line on the side of a glass..."

In fact, this was the first time Xia En had ever seen a stage play like this.

But he could also hear that Freya's voice was rich and full of emotion, with each note having a hook, making people subconsciously immerse themselves in the drama.

To become a big star in the capital, one must truly have real talent!

Sudden.

Passion: 0 (35% → 36%)

The "passion" that had been stagnant for so long actually increased a little at this moment.

Xia En was taken aback at first, and then suddenly realized what was happening.

If creating works consumes passion...

So, can't appreciating works of art draw some kind of passion from them?

This principle is essentially the same as wanting to write your own novel after reading it!

That's why we're only discovering this now.

It's because when faced with "mystical paintings," Shane's first reaction is always to "interpret" them.

If one has too strong a utilitarian mindset, one will naturally be unable to appreciate things from the heart.

History books contain only dry, uninformed knowledge and are not literary works at all.

until today.

He watched the play without thinking about anything, and surprisingly, he had a unique experience.

Suppressing his pounding heart, Xia En steadied himself and prepared to continue watching "Phantom in the Mist".

However, very soon.

He then discovered something unusual.

As the performance progressed, something seemed to seep out from the artificial fog.

Like the moisture in a rainy night.

It also resembles wet mud wrapped in gauze.

Those things gradually gathered together, piecing together incomplete human figures, hidden deep in the mist.

"You saw it?"

Yu Ge's voice rang in my ears, with a confident tone.

He then asked, "Have you heard of the 'White Night Miasma'?"

Shaun thought for a moment: "I've seen it in history books."

"For fifty years after the Black Death, mysterious fog would often linger in parts of the Empire for days on end."

"People who are in the fog seem to disappear mysteriously, or appear tens of kilometers away from the fog."

He saw this passage in a historical book that was more of an unofficial history.

At the time, I just thought it was a mysterious rumor.

But now it seems it's not that simple?

"The Miasma of the White Night is real."

Yu Ge pointed to the ground: "This Elm Street Theater was one of the sites affected by the disaster."

"That incident caused dozens of local residents to disappear into the fog, and their bodies were never found."

"And some people went mad after they came out of the fog; no one knows what they saw in the fog."

Shaen took a slight breath and then turned to look at Freya on the stage.

"So she is...?"

"Ritual (Ritus)".

Hughes used the Latin phrase: "This is a ceremony."