In the splendid hall, a rather small orchestra was playing passionately.
Soothing music flows in the room.
Everyone is wearing clothes from hundreds of years ago, and the girls’ complicated and gorgeous skirts spin in beautiful circles.[
The two of them watched all this calmly.
"What do you think it is?" Ling Xiaotu asked. She had a headache and threw away the card she had originally put in her pocket.
"A trick done by a ghost who is hundreds of years old." Xuanyuan Xuantian looked very interested. He kept looking around, "I have to say, after you have been with me for a long time, you have encountered these things.
The probability has also increased.”
Oh, that's really interesting.
They walked into the hall, and the door slowly closed behind them without making a sound.
People in the hall were still dancing, and no one around them noticed these two "weird" people, as if they didn't exist at all.
"Someone would actually invite you here." Xuanyuan Xuantian said.
He slowly turned his eyes and looked at everyone carefully. If this was a scene created by a ghost, then it must be able to sense them.
After dozens of seconds, his eyes suddenly met someone's.
The man stood quietly in the corner, dressed like a butler, without the feathered mask.
He just looked at the two intruders quietly with a kind of joking smile.
Xuanyuan Xuantian raised his left hand fiercely, pointed the gun in his hand at him, and pulled the trigger.
The bullet entered the man's forehead.
But in just a moment, the mark on his forehead disappeared.
People were still partying, and no one noticed this scene at all, as if nothing had happened.
But the faint smell of gunpowder smoke in the air did not dissipate.
Ling Xiaotu shouted:
"What are you shooting for? This is the space he created. He is just an illusion! It won't work if you shoot at it."
"I know." Xuanyuan Xuantian shrugged and put away the gun, "I just think he deserves a beating for his smile." [