Watching Mary Shaw's Ventriloquist Performance

The theater began to change.

The damp, rotten, abandoned stage and the desolate lake began to recede, as if time were rewinding. No—it was time rewinding.

The sight was immensely shocking.

Li Dan watched as everything gradually rewound to the 1940s. In the blink of an eye, he was surrounded by a packed crowd.

There were aristocrats, ladies who had brought children to the show, and poor people who had snuck in just to witness Mary Shaw's ventriloquist performance.

Most of them were dressed like gentlemen, smiling as they discussed how wonderful the most famous ventriloquist's act would be.

They also discussed her personal eccentricities. Famous people seemed to have odd tempers and hobbies, and Mary Shaw was no exception.

Legend had it that she had no children, and the only companions she had every day were the wooden puppets she made herself.

Mary Shaw loved them as dearly as if they were her own children.

Everyone jokingly called Billy the Puppet Mary Shaw's eldest son.

The chatting did not last long.

The performance was about to begin, and the audience took their seats one by one.

Li Dan was swept along with them and sat among the audience.

A man in a red suit, apparently the theater's steward, stepped forward.

"Ladies and gentlemen, prepare to be frightened. You are in for a great surprise. Let us witness..."

As his voice fell silent.

Thunderous applause erupted below the stage.

Mary Shaw soon appeared. Her long white hair was elegantly pinned up, and her tall figure was wrapped in a black coat, making her look like an elegant old woman. She held Billy the Puppet in her arms.

"My name is Mary Shaw. I was once Ravens Fair's most famous ventriloquist. I am obsessed with puppets..."

This was the first time