The consequences of refusing to dance with the doll are right in front of you.
But can he dance?
Once the dance fails, he will definitely die.
Before time travel, when he went to a disco, even if he twisted into a maggot, everyone would shout 666 in honor of him if they knew who he was.
When it comes time to put his skills to the test, wouldn't a layman like him just be killed instantly?
what to do?
If you agree, you will die! If you don’t agree, you will die!
A large amount of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.
At this critical moment, perhaps driven by his thoughts, the twenty-sided dice was thrown out again.
"Duo... Duo... Duo..."
This is not the sound of the dice hitting the ground. This is the sound of fate!
Unexpectedly, but not unexpectedly, the number finally displayed by the dice was [16].
There is no outrageous luck. As a throwing result, this is definitely an excellent level.
He doesn't know what this mysterious and powerful dice will bring to him.
Suddenly, a strong impulse surged up from the bottom of his heart and briefly dominated Mark's thinking.
His hands and feet seemed to be pulled by the puppet strings, making a series of elegant movements - bowing, taking a half step back with his right leg, leaning back, swinging his left hand back, touching his left chest with his right hand, and saying a sentence after a standard curtsy
And out:
"It is undoubtedly a kind of blasphemy to respond to the beautiful lady's invitation with a mortal body! Please allow me to dance with you with my soul——"
The dancing doll seemed startled for a moment.
Her subtle pause made Mark wonder: Is it a coincidence? Or is it intentional? Does it also have intelligence?
"Can."
Dozens of blue spiritual threads, which are gentler than love threads, popped out from Miss Doll's fingertips and wrapped around Mark's body.
Before Mark could react, he found that his body fell softly and his soul was forcibly pulled out of the body. He never thought that one day he would be able to see his translucent soul.
Stimulation, tension, excitement, worry, and all kinds of thoughts filled his mind.
He must find a way to perform this dance well, otherwise even if the dice prompts this point, he will still not be able to perform this big drama.
The slightly monotonous but clear music of the music box was still echoing in his ears. He noticed that this was not any song on earth that he knew. No, it would be useless even if he knew it. It would be more to reward the anchor lady with Governor and Rocket.
, he is a complete layman when it comes to music.
At this moment, his emotions were settling, his mind was racing, he kept recalling every fragment in his memory, exploring every possibility, and what finally appeared in his mind was...
An elf jumping on the skating rink, a dancing prince.
As the clear music box music echoed in the silent night sky and in the dance hall of death, Mark's soul began to dance in response to the movements of the dancing doll.
So what if the spiritual thread that can tear him into pieces at any time passes by?
So what if the soul in place is annihilated in the next second?
At this moment, Mark completely forgot his fear and integrated his mind into the dance of his soul.
In the field of vision, there are no longer scary underground dance halls or weird sealed objects.
In a daze, all I could see was the pure white ice dance floor.
The man on the ice is like jade, and the young master is unparalleled in the world.
He is not fighting alone, he is possessed by all the soul dancers of ice ballet at all times and in all over the world.
He shines with the hottest heat in the coldest ice rink, and also shines with brilliance on the scariest stage.
The sun, the moon, the stars, the strange aura, the threat of death...at this moment and every second, they are all reduced to foil.
Hearing this piece of music for the first time, with his understanding of music theory and dance, Mark still looked like the male protagonist in a girl's comic, reflecting his elegant dancing posture in the aqua blue eyes of the doll.
The clothes on my body were swaying while gliding, like seagulls flying on the blue sea.
Time passed quickly. As the last sound of the music box fell, and in conjunction with the movements of the puppet, Mark's soul body spun in the air and landed steadily, with a graceful dance that was cool and stunning.
At that moment, it seemed like time stopped...
The spiritual thread was retracted at some point, and Mark's soul returned to his body.
The doll lady opened her eyes wide, her sapphire pupils reflected the moonlight, and held Mark's figure firmly in her pupils.
In contrast, Mark's body and soul synchronized and maintained the last movement. His heart was beating wildly, and it felt like it would jump out of his chest in one second.
He didn't know whether he had passed the test or not. After the brief and intense dance of the soul, his ears were filled with noisy noises: the distant wind that he couldn't hear just now, and the noise caused by the shaking of rotten doors and windows, all flooded into his ears.
Countless messy images flashed through my mind.
He no longer had the grace and ease he had when he danced just now, and he felt like he was a prisoner waiting for trial again.
As everyone knows, the doll stepped back with its left foot and stood on tiptoes. Judging from her stiff mechanical body, this action was very strange. If put on a human body, it would be a standard ladylike manner.
What...is she going to do?
Different from the previous mechanical, monotonous and inorganic sound, this sound gave Mark a feeling of emotion for the first time.
Although it was a bit lame, more like a baby's babbling, she said it after all.
"Can I...can dance with you for the rest of my life?"
After saying that, she gently stretched out her hand, an action waiting for Mark to kiss her hand.
Mark's heart stopped beating in fear.
It's okay to dance together.
It's free for life.
God knows who you are. I have just traveled through time and am totally confused. Do you think I will live too long if you hang out with a mysterious being like you?
But……
If he refuses directly, who can guarantee that the woman will not get angry and let him go separate ways?
promise?
Mark absolutely doesn't want to.
Who knows if this contains some extremely difficult curse?
Fortunately, Mark has extensive experience in rejecting female pursuits.
He raised the corners of his mouth and showed a charming smile.
"I am very happy to dance with you tonight."
No promises, no rejections.
Then, his brain fell into a strange state, and the scene of the ice fairy replayed in his mind frame by frame.
Memory and reality overlap.
Right in front of the weird doll, he jumped back slightly, using his bent left foot as a fulcrum, straightening his right foot, completely spreading his hands, and pressing his upper body until it was almost touching the ground.
Yes, this is exactly the signature move of a certain ice dance master [Fairy Kisses the Ice]!
The only difference is that what Mark kissed was not the ice, but the dance floor covered with sharp scars.
The puppet was stunned.
I don't know if it is driven by the mysterious power behind her or because of her temperament.
She's obviously not used to being rejected. She should be angry.
But the actions of the handsome man in front of her broke the limits of her thinking - he kissed the floor of the dance hall reverently, as if he was using this action to tell the love of his life.
The most affectionate kiss is not dedicated to her, but to the dance hall that she regards as sacred.
If she wanted to blame him for this, wouldn't it be a blasphemy against art and dance?
This time, it was her turn to get stuck.
Miss Doll made no move, just stared blankly at Mark facing her, respectfully, holding the kerosene lamp, and exited the ballroom step by step.
Finally stepping out of the door, Mark stopped panting.
Warm tears would overflow from the corners of his eyes at any time, and his back was covered with frozen sweat, but he didn't bother to wipe it off. He showed a signature gentle smile to the dazed puppet and tilted his head slightly:
"There is no eternal dance in this world, there is only the brilliance of a moment. Beautiful lady, we are destined to meet again!"
If there is no fate, then it means goodbye forever!
cough!
Whether you can get out of this ghost place alive depends on whether the puppet can last up the damage.
Fortunately, the puppet still didn't move until Mark slowly closed the door of the ballroom.
He maintained his demeanor and walked away slowly. After guessing that the puppet would not come after him, he started running quickly.
I really want to spew out all the dirty words I know, but I'm afraid that some ghost will come after me.
What I finally hummed was a classic Chinese song passed down by my grandfather:
"Cut the devil's head with the big knife..."
After traveling through time, he did not dare to shout out any words using the language knowledge left to him by the original owner. He could only bully the ghosts here who did not understand, and at the same time embolden himself.
After running out of that damn underground dance hall, it was a bit detoured, but at least he found his way to the ground.
Unfortunately, the kerosene lamp burned out the last drop of kerosene. Mark threw away the lantern and ran away in the dim moonlight.
He ran towards the direction he came from based on his vague and fragmented memories. The scene in front of him became blurred, and even the sound of the wind sounded like a ghost crying.
Even if he saw a former companion who had become eighteen yuan worth of money on the side of the road, he wouldn't care about touching the body and would run out like crazy.
When he ran to the gate at the edge of the castle in embarrassment, feeling that the dawn of survival was in front of him, suddenly an exaggerated wind blew up in front of him...