I really want to say the same words as millions of Chinese people.
But compared to cursing and complaining, what was faster was his actions.
Without hesitation, he raised the revolver and pulled the trigger.
"Bang!"
Accompanied by the dazzling golden firelight, a shocking loud noise echoed under the chairs and even throughout the ballroom.
At such a close distance, this shot must have hit.
Without even looking, Mark slammed the revolver without bullets in the direction of the face, and then climbed out of the chaise longue from the other direction on his hands and knees.
Just as he was trying to escape towards the gate in a panic, a flash appeared before his eyes, and it was in front of him again.
Under the dim moonlight and lights, he saw clearly for the first time what this thing was -
So disgusting!
It's like a person leaning up and leaning on the ground with his body arched up. The curvature of one leg is normal, but the elbows of a pair of arms are bent in reverse. The whole person looks like a big spider crawling on the ground.
What made Mark's scalp numb the most was that his neck was twisted 180 degrees, and his chin was almost touching the vest.
Such honor makes one wonder whether its creator's brain was hit by a carriage.
It slowly raised its head, its face full of amusement.
The bloodshot upper and lower jaws, what the teeth bite are the bullets he just shot!
The golden warhead exuded a strange glow, seeming to burn its mouth.
It doesn't care.
It grinned ferociously and opened its jaw.
The metal slug fell on the stone bricks, making a crisp "ding-dong-dang" sound.
The most damning thing was that he 'recognized' this face based on his fragmentary memory - the other person was actually his adventure partner, a gangster named Parker.
Even the most skilled Parker was sent, so one can imagine the fate of the others.
The aura of despair filled Mark's heart in an instant.
Can't breathe!
Cardiopulmonary arrest!
He could completely imagine that in the next second, this damn monster would tear his body apart and eat his flesh and blood.
"Damn it!"
What's there?
Is there any other way?
At the critical moment, the twenty-sided die in his pocket emitted a soft and mysterious blue light.
A voice penetrated Mark's mind and asked:
【Do you...want to be a part of destiny?】
As a staunch materialist, Mark gritted his teeth and screamed in his heart: "No! I just want to be the master of my own destiny!"
[Perhaps reality cannot be what you want, but you can try...]
The dice suddenly popped out of Mark's pocket.
It was as if an invisible hand had thrown the dice that symbolized fate.
The monster in front of me seems to be unable to see the existence of the dice.
It's more like time has stopped.
"Tick tock!"
This dice, which is only the size of a dollar coin in diameter and shaped a bit like a small pineapple, unexpectedly, but not surprisingly, displayed the largest number [20] on it after repeatedly rolling and rotating.
Before Mark could react, not far from him, the light projected on the altar suddenly rose, depriving Mark of his vision and briefly depriving him of his consciousness.
When he regained consciousness again, the scene in front of him gradually became clearer, making Mark feel like he was in a dream.
It was extremely weird. If he had to use anything to describe it, the left half of his vision was undoubtedly a nightmare. The humanoid monster with its elbows was lying on the ground, and its ferocious mouth let out a low roar full of threats. From its mouth
Between the elongated fangs, corrosive saliva dripped on the floor, burning the floor tiles and making a disgusting "sizzling" sound.
On the right side of the horizon is a completely different style of painting——
Although he was looking forward to something appearing to kill this monster, when the knob of the music box on the altar rotated by itself, and the clockwork drove the mechanical gears, making a crisp note of "ding, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong, dong_dang_dang_dang_dang_dang_dang_dang_dang_dang_dang_dang_dang_dang_dang_dang_dang_dang_dang_dang_dang_dang_dang_dang_dang_
The value is falling straight down uncontrollably...
The female puppet on the music box quickly grew in size at a speed visible to the naked eye. In the blink of an eye, it became a delicate puppet with a height of 1.5 meters.
This Loli doll, which looks like it has just expired, is walking gracefully in ballet steps. She is walking lightly on tiptoes towards the monster with reversed elbows.
As if she was performing to Mark, she opened her two wooden mechanical hands and gently lifted the fluffy skirt. She took a half step back with her right foot, bent her knees, and performed a standard ladylike gesture.
Immediately, the female puppet dancer's left arm close to Mark gently stretched forward, lifted her index finger, her middle finger and ring finger together, her thumb was close to the middle finger, and her little finger was gently lifted
The puppet fingers are obviously stiff and lifeless, but after posing this graceful flower hand, they suddenly show a soft and delicate feeling unique to women, drawing people into a strange aesthetic of fingertip poetry.
This very elegant shape looks like a peacock opening its tail in the wind.
If Mark had enough knowledge about ballet movements, he would know that this classic ballet stance is called [Arabesque].
Facing the terrifying and disgusting monster, this mutilated puppet seems to be about to perform a much-anticipated ballet.
"Elegant! So elegant!" Mark exclaimed in admiration. It had nothing to do with who the dancer was, it was purely a praise of [beauty]. He did not notice that there was a flash of light in the sapphire eyes of the female dancer puppet...
…
"Are you... willing to dance with me?"
The voice of the female doll was stiff and cold, and sounded extremely weird. However, in front of this anti-legged monster, it presented a strange beauty like a clear stream of steampunk style.
"Get out! Stay out of the way!" the monster with the back elbow roared.
For the first time, there is an expression on the female doll's face. It should be an emotion called "angry".
Not enough words to speculate!
She attacked!
He raised his arms high like a pair of lobster claws, bent his left knee, and placed his left toe on his right knee. His whole body rotated at high speed like a top. His right toe stood on tiptoe, ignoring the pitted floor tiles, and quickly turned towards the monster with reverse elbows.
"snort!"
The monster's eyes were instantly covered in blood, and its body was violently thrown up:
Yes, throw it up!
That is coordination that is not human.
It is impossible for the muscles of the human arm to eject the body like a spring that is pressed to the extreme when the elbow is in reverse joint.
The monster did it.
It is like a leaping spider, a dancing doll that jumps towards a high-speed autobiography.
It came up empty.
The dancing doll leaped high, its legs opened, its arms stretched, and its entire body showed a standard "earth" shape. At this moment, gravity seemed to not exist at all.
She just flew parallel to the ground in a beautiful semicircular curve in mid-air.
Only Mark, who was observing carefully, caught a glimpse of the doll's shoulders. There were two blue lights connecting the shoulders and the ceiling.
The back-elbow monster was unwilling to give in. After jumping into the air, it jumped up again and pounced on the puppet in mid-air.
Suddenly, dozens of blue light filaments popped up from the fingertips of the puppet's hands.
Before the counter-elbow monster could react, the light threads were already entangled around it like countless octopus tentacles.
Mark thought that the puppet would catch the monster.
He was wrong.
Very wrong.
The light threads are like water jets formed by high-speed jets of water on the earth, easily chopping the monster into eighteen pieces in an instant.
When the scattered pieces of meat together with the smelly blood droplets formed a small rain of blood and fell with crackling sounds, Mark finally understood where the intact bones in the ballroom came from.
Like a puppet on strings, her body drew an S-shape in mid-air and then floated to the ground.
She spread her arms like wings, crossed her legs and bent her knees, performing a graceful finishing ceremony, as if she was not chopping a monster into mincemeat a second ago, but dancing an elegant ballet.
The tinkling music on the music box continues.
The dancing doll turned around, its inorganic eyes staring at Mark who didn't dare to move.
Once again, she stepped forward on tiptoes.
The toes of the shoes hit the ground, making a crisp sound, and the echoes of clicking are superimposed.
Originally, this was a normal sound of footsteps, but against the backdrop of the bloody corpses and the crisp music from the music box, it became even more lonely and terrifying.
Walking from the edge of the dim ballroom to the altar, the cold moonlight hit her body and shone on her sunken left forehead structure.
Mark had a trance feeling: it was not a mechanical structure at all, it seemed to be a real broken skull.
Another [Arabesque] pose.
Another equally cold and inorganic statement.
The voice was soft, just like the verdict of a death judge.
"Are you... willing to dance with me?"
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ps: A new writer in his early twenties is asking for recommendations, rewards, investment, anything.