The old man's dance ended in the darkness, and the souls in the room returned to the mirror again.
With his hands hanging down, the old man seemed to be dancing with his life, as if a leaf slowly fell on the root of the tree. Each dance was a life.
He stared at the mirror with his hollowed-out eyes. The special aura of the old man slowly disappeared. His back was still stooped, his white hair was scattered, and the wrinkles on his skin became more obvious.
"Old man, can I try it on the stage?" Han Fei can't dance, but he has super memory and absolute control over his body. He has memorized every move of the old man and can completely "imprint" it.
"Come down."
"You can do it at any time. Even if you don't join the club in the end, you can still come to dance in the future." The old man seemed to have calmed down now, turned around and replied towards the place where Han Fei made the sound.
"Okay." Han Fei was not polite. He wanted to complete the mission as soon as possible and then wait for his health to recover before exploring the place.
Putting away the death knife, Han Fei stood in the center of the stage.
He is an actor and is familiar with all kinds of stages. He used to perform silently on stages without an audience to show his life.
His hands were like ripples on the lake, slowly stretching to both sides. Han Fei combined the softness and masculinity of the human body. He concentrated on recalling every movement of the old man and tried his best to achieve the best standards.
At first, Han Fei was just doing it for the task, but as he jumped, he felt that the movements seemed to be calling him, as if the rushing water did not need to be deliberately modified at all, and it flowed naturally on the earth.
"Is this the dance of the deep world?"
The ghost pattern on Han Fei's body was triggered, as if it were some kind of totem engraved on his body. He no longer tried hard to do every action well, but began to appreciate the power inherent in these actions.
As Han Fei had guessed before, the old man's dance was not an ordinary dance, but some kind of sacrificial dance.
When Han Fei was halfway through the jump, faint gray shadows appeared on the surrounding mirrors, and looming faces quietly poked out of the mirror.
The temperature in the room began to drop continuously, and Han Fei, who was completely absorbed in dancing, did not pay attention to this.
As the dance progressed, Han Fei began to hear people's whispers, and the scene in front of him also noticed changes.
Scenes of bloody and cruel scenes appeared in those ordinary-looking mirrors. Death, killing, despair, and all the horrors revolved around a shrine. That shrine was different from all the shrines Han Fei had seen before.
It is completely pieced together from corpses. The base is a living arm, and the divine door is a cut open chest.
When Han Fei wanted to look into the divine gate, his eyes felt like they were pricked by needles, and he felt a stinging sensation.
The movement was a little slow, but in order to complete the task, Han Fei endured the pain and continued to jump.
The whispers in his ears slowly dissipated, and the scene in front of him returned to normal. The mirror was still the same mirror, and there was no shrine in the mirror. There were only Han Fei and the old man with his eyes gouged out.
Han Fei forced himself to finish the last dance and then sat down directly on the stage. His back was soaked and his cheeks were covered with cold sweat. He seemed to have had a brush with death just now.
"Attention, player No. 0000! You have successfully completed the dance, acquired the primary dance ability, and obtained the E-level special dance - Sinner."
"Basic Dance: Dancing with heart can improve this ability. Use skill points to improve it, and it can only be upgraded to advanced specialization."
"Sinner (E-level rare dance): You are a sinner who dances in shackles. You dance wildly on a stage without an audience to pay homage to the souls of those who were killed by your own hands."
"Attention! This dance has a chance of attracting the souls of the dead, and has a chance of temporarily increasing the physical, mental and spiritual thresholds. It can only be triggered once every 24 hours."
The system prompt sounded, and Han Fei felt that his efforts were worth it.
"You dance well, you are very talented." The old man stared at Han Fei with his dark eyes, a look of satisfaction on his face.
"You can't see me, how do you know I dance well?"
"Your dance touched many souls. I can hear their voices. Good dance is not just gorgeous movements and difficult skills." The old man silently stretched out a few fingers: "Feel with the soul, integrate with the body and
World communication, this is my understanding of dance."
"Teacher, can I learn to dance from you?" Han Fei was very curious about the old man's identity, but he would not be stupid enough to ask directly. Everything would be easier to talk about when we got closer.
"You want to learn from me?" The old man hesitated: "My dance will bring bad luck, are you sure?"
"Sure." Han Fei replied firmly.
"Then I can't teach you." The old man who had always been taciturn seemed to be in a better mood after meeting Han Fei: "You can try to find other hobbies. I can feel that your real interest is not dancing.
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An old man and a young man walked out of the dance studio. Han Fei returned to the "Calligraphy Practice Center" and entered the room filled with the word "death".
"This is a place where several other members like to stay. Unfortunately, they haven't been back for a long time, and I don't know where they went." The old man stood outside holding a black umbrella. He did not enter the house.
Han Fei, who only wanted to complete the task, looked at the word "death" in the room. He needed to find the most special word among them.
There was no time limit anyway, so Han Fei simply sat in the room and read word by word.
Han Fei didn't think anything was wrong at first, but the more he looked at him, the more uneasy he became.
If you keep staring at a word for a long time, that word will feel unfamiliar.
Han Fei spent half an hour in a room filled with the word "death", and he already didn't recognize the word.
In his eyes, the words "death" seemed to be slowly changing shape, as if they were moving on their own.
"Calligraphy is an art that reflects life. The author's joy, anger, sorrow, and joy will be immersed in the words. Every dead word is like a bloody knife. Every word feels like a human life to me."
Han Fei didn't know how to appreciate calligraphy, but he had rich experience in dealing with ghosts. When the words gradually deformed, he immediately took out the butcher knife of death.
The blade of humanity lit up, and Han Fei took the butcher's knife and began to copy the words "death".
It directly lays a piece of white paper on top of the original words and rewrites them with a Purana knife.
This blade made of humanity can clearly sense killing. Most of the words "death" contain hatred and murderous intent. After all, the word itself means death and destruction.
A full hour passed. When Han Fei was about to use the butcher knife to write the word "death" in the corner behind the door, the light on the butcher knife suddenly disappeared.
"I don't want to destroy that word in the next life."
There is also the word "death" written on the most inconspicuous place in the house, but this word "death" seems to be different from the other words, and it does not reveal any hostility.
Just when Han Fei discovered the difference in this word, all the other words for death in the room turned into the faces of dead people. They kept the same appearance as when they were dying, staring at Han Fei coldly, as if they were preparing to kill Han Fei.
Fei's face was also torn off and left here.
Not daring to hesitate, Han Fei wanted to use a death knife to carve out the special word "death", but the word "death" slowly turned into the soul of a child.
"His name is Puppy. He is a child picked up by a member here. He is very timid and a bit stupid. Don't hurt him." The old man seemed to have remembered something and shouted to Han Fei in the room.
Han Fei also stopped what he was doing, and the dead faces were staring at him. As long as he didn't hurt the puppy, the dead people seemed not to hurt him.
"Player No. 0000, please note that you have successfully found the most special character, acquired the ability of primary calligraphy, and obtained the writing method of dead characters."
"Calligraphy: one of the basic hobbies, it is not very suitable for you."
"Dead word writing (E-class special font): Writing divine words with special fonts will trigger unexpected effects."
Han Fei listened to the system's prompts and found that interests and hobbies in the deep world seemed to be able to change a lot of things. If used well, their role should not be much worse than that of hidden professions.
"It seems that I have to be a person with a wide range of interests and hobbies."
Han Fei had completed the two requirements of this ordinary E-level mission. He walked under the old man's black umbrella, and the two of them came to the "garden" together.
Compared with the other two scenes, this one is more cruel and intuitive. Every flower is a person.
"The task requires me to pick the next flower and make sure it doesn't wither immediately."
Walking into the "garden", the weird feeling is hard to describe. The land is covered with corpses, and the torn heads are arranged neatly.
"Which of you is willing to leave with me?" Han Fei used the ability of speech spirit to talk to plants.
The soul flowers trembled. They woke up in their own bodies and looked at Han Fei quietly.
Han Fei didn't know how flowers made by living people bloomed, and he didn't want to know. If possible, he wanted to take all these "flowers" away.
Black raindrops fell on the flower field, and drops of pitch-black rain poured into their souls. They struggled to crawl out of their shattered skulls, but the black rain was like black threads, sewing them together with the corpses.
It seems that the only way to regain freedom is to "bloom", to explode the soul, and only in this way can we break away from the bondage.
Picking up the shovel next to him, Han Fei prepared to dig out the corpse, but the souls showed a very frightened expression.
Hearing the noise in the yard, the old man also tried to dissuade her: "After you pull out the roots of a flower, it will never bloom again."
"I just want to try soilless cultivation, which is very popular now." Han Fei dug up the ground and saw the dense blood vessels underground.
The blood vessels of all the corpses grow together. When one corpse is dragged out, several surrounding corpses will be implicated.
"You must not damage this place. If the gardener sees it, she will be very angry." The old man touched the iron door and urged Han Fei to leave.
"Gardener? Is she also a member here?"
"Yes, just by listening to her voice, she is a very petite and kind-hearted old lady, but all the people in the club who made her angry seem to have never made a sound again." The old man kindly reminded her.
"No more noise was made." Han Fei looked at the flower field. Those who provoked the gardener were probably buried in the ground.
Reason told him that he should be more careful, but the mission was just short of the last step.
Han Fei put the shovel back in place and combed the blood vessels on the corpse with his hands. He wanted to try to dig out a corpse and take it away, saving every one he could.
But before he could dig deeper, the old man who had been advising Han Fei suddenly stopped talking, and Han Fei felt a chill on his back.
He turned around and took a glance, and at some point a huge figure appeared at the entrance of the back alley. It was more than three meters tall, with a strong and burly build. She was dragging a monster's body with her left hand, holding the monster's head with her five fingers, and pinching a
It looks like a toy; the right hand is deformed and swollen, and it is covered with the curse of the deceased.
"What are you doing?" A voice that was very inconsistent with his size came from the gardener's mouth. She sounded like an old lady from the neighbor's house who had a bad temper.
Han Fei stroked his blood vessels and did not dare to move. The old man with his eyes gouged out silently walked to the side holding an umbrella, acting as if he was also looking for someone.
