The Daily Life Of A Cyberpunk Magician
Chapter 267 - 182: Magic Can Be Down-to-Earth but Not to the Extent of Dealing with the Underworld_4

Chapter 267: Chapter 182: Magic Can Be Down-to-Earth but Not to the Extent of Dealing with the Underworld_4

"Old-fashioned," that’s what you always called him, but now he’s telling me that he never blamed you for it," Jiang Shu continued, "Just as you said, he really was an ’old-fashioned’ man."

"I understand," Tang Mengyao blinked incessantly, her tears were already unstoppable by the time Jiang Shu reached this point.

If possible...

No, right now she truly wished her father was standing inside this hall, watching her.

With a stern expression.

"This is a very old camera that can produce images instantly," Jiang Shu said, while the faceless man on stage also took out a small camera.

It was a model from many years ago, and most people present wouldn’t recognize it.

Jiang Shu, however, was quite familiar with it, in the past it was called Polaroid.

"Now, let him take a photo of you as a keepsake. Mr. Tang has instructed me to tell you, don’t cry, smile for him." Jiang Shu continued, without revealing the specific reason for the photograph.

Tang Mengyao nodded, wiping away her tears, she showed a smile.

"Click—" After the camera’s flash, a photo emerged from the camera.

A moment later, the faceless man handed the photo to Tang Mengyao.

The instant she saw the photo, her tears once again broke through, falling "plop plop" onto it.

In the photo, standing beside her was a middle-aged man with a stern and rigid face, unmistakably her father.

Next to her father were a few words written in his handwriting.

"Keep up the good work."

"I’m sorry, father, I’m sorry," Tang Mengyao’s emotions suddenly overwhelmed her, she hugged the photo, crying profusely.

All those present, whether the faceless man or the audience, were silent, watching the woman at the center of the stage, feeling a surge of shared emotions.

Perhaps...

It’s time to go back and take a look?

A few minutes passed before Tang Mengyao calmed down, her eyes somewhat red and her face flushed, she appeared rather embarrassed.

It seemed the magic act was interrupted by her crying.

"Thank you, thank you, Mr. Jiang Shu," she bowed to the faceless man, then to the audience, for from Jiang Shu’s previous words, it seemed the man on stage wasn’t him.

"Don’t worry, in your future life, carry your father Mr. Yang’s wishes with you and keep up the good work," Jiang Shu said kindly.

Tang Mengyao stepped down from the stage, her mood settling as she walked back to her seat.

She looked at the photo, a warmth flooding her heart.

That recent moment, she hoped, was real.

No, it was real.

Tang Mengyao told herself in her heart.

——

"Next, who else would like to try?" Jiang Shu’s voice rose.

This time, there was a fair amount of approval from below, many hands raised.

"I’ll go!"

"I can."

"Pick me, I want to see my mom."

"I understand your feelings, but unfortunately, this door has closed," Jiang Shu spoke with a hint of helplessness, "They should leave now, even Papermen need their rest."

At this moment, the faceless man gestured to the four robed Papermen standing in the corner.

The robed Papermen began to move their limbs, approaching the faceless man’s direction, and as they moved, their bodies grew back to about 1.7 meters tall.

The four robed Papermen approached the coffin, and with an outstretched hand, the coffin slowly rose into their grasp; then came a strange cadence of calls, "One two three, lift! One two three, lift!"

This sequence of calls sounded odd; although forceful, the tone was either masculine nor feminine, sending an unexplainable shiver through one’s heart.

It wasn’t a sound a human could produce.

And now, the audience also recalled the fear controlled by the Papermen at the start of the magic performance.

The previous warmth had vanished, only the dread and trembling brought by the Papermen lingered on.

Afterward, the faceless man walked to the back of the lifted coffin, standing beneath the "Chengde Hall" signboard.

Suddenly, the candles within the hall flickered relentlessly, and the background music turned into a haunting and eerie tune.

The Tang suit on the faceless man caught fire amidst the flickering candles; after a flash of light, a large Paperman appeared in that spot.

It wore heavy makeup on its face, white base with red lips, carrying a terrifying smile.

"What?"

"The person performing on stage wasn’t Jiang Shu?"

"It was this Paperman performing???"

"How could that be...?"

"But... the voice of Jiang Shu from the speakers never once said he was the one on stage..."

The appearance of this Paperman chilled everyone to the bone; they could hardly believe that the one on stage the whole time was this eerily faced Paperman.

It was as if...

The only person who gave them a sense of security on this stage also disappeared.

Or perhaps, he never existed at all.

The Paperman leaped high into the air and hopped into the coffin, which closed shut.

The four robed Papermen, stepping joyfully, carried the coffin disappeared behind the curtain.

"..."

The performance had ended, but the audience’s minds remained fixed on the eerie coffin lifting.

Magic can be grounded but shouldn’t summon the underworld...