Life Copy Game

He Ao glanced at the girl's flower basket. Under the crowded roses, there was a smooth bottom.

This means that the girl handed him the only leaflet, and her main job was not to hand out leaflets.

He Ao briefly turned on his super memory and glanced at the flower girl.

The souls are very weak, they are ordinary people, and they belong to the kind of ordinary people with relatively low inspiration. They should not be able to see the weirdness of this flyer.

He Ao squatted down, took the flyer, took out a skewer he just bought and handed it to the little girl. He asked softly in Ruodan, which was not very fluent, "Who asked you to give this flyer to me?" ?”

The skewers are already a little cold, but they can't hide their attractive aroma.

The little girl looked at the kebabs and hesitated for a moment, swallowed her saliva, turned her head and pointed to the other side of the square, "The sister over there asked me to give it to you. She bought me Sanzhihua, and then asked me to give this flyer for you."

The little girl spoke very quickly, but He Ao still roughly understood what she meant.

At this time, the little girl stopped talking, "Hey, where is that sister?"

There were only walking crowds where she pointed, and there was no 'sister' standing there.

so,

He Ao followed the girl's gaze and looked at the moving crowd, his eyes narrowed slightly.

This was not a random leaflet, but an 'invitation' to him.

Things get interesting.

He Ao stretched out his hand, took the flyer, and then handed the skewers to the girl, "Thank you."

He has eaten a few of these kebabs and they are not poisonous.

For many ordinary people in Ruodan, especially children, eating meat is not a common thing.

"Thank you brother!"

The girl took the skewers from He Ao's hand and ran into the crowd.

He Ao stood up and stared at the flyer in his hand.

At ten o'clock every night, that is to say, there is also tonight.

He Ao glanced at the time, it was six o'clock in the afternoon.

There are still four hours until the show starts.

So he had a meal nearby first. After eating and drinking, he walked slowly towards Oak Street.

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nine thirty

72 Oak Street

This is a courtyard deep in Oak Street.

There was no signboard in front of the courtyard, only a young man wearing a neat formal suit with a smile and a pale face stood at the door to greet the guests.

This young man had an indescribable stiffness all over his body, like a long-dead corpse.

The courtyard door was closed, and there was no one in front of it.

There were no lights on the courtyard gate, and the dim street lights only illuminated the steps in front of the courtyard gate, hiding both the courtyard gate and the young man in front of it in the faint darkness.

"Sir, you look strange? Is this your first time here?"

When Heao walked over, the young man smiled and asked in Tia language.

"Is this the Shadow Club?"

He Ao glanced at the ordinary courtyard door. There were no signs or instructions on the door.

"Please show me your ticket," the young man said meticulously, "Flyers are also acceptable."

He Ao took out the flyer he had received and handed it to the young man.

The young man took the flyer and turned slightly sideways. The closed courtyard door opened automatically with a creaking sound.

At this time, the young man made an inviting gesture and pointed into the courtyard.

"Welcome to the Shadow Club, please enjoy tonight's performance."

Behind the open door is an exquisite courtyard with some tables, chairs and parasols scattered here and there. It looks like a bar or specialty restaurant.

Behind these tables and chairs, there is a small door covered by a curtain. Dim lights shine on the curtain, and there is faint and gentle music coming from behind the door.

He Ao walked into the courtyard. At the same time, he briefly turned on his super memory and glanced at the young man guarding the door of the courtyard.

What is attached to the young man is not the hazy soul of ordinary people, but a pure shadow.

This shadow clings tightly to the young man's body, manipulating his body like the lines of a puppet.

This young man is no longer alive.

He Ao withdrew his gaze, passed between the tables and chairs in the yard, and opened the door curtain.

Behind him, the open courtyard door slowly closed. The young man who made the invitation gesture retracted his hand and continued to face the door sideways.

When the courtyard door was completely closed, He Ao also crossed the curtain and entered behind the small door.

Behind this door is not a theater-like arrangement, but a larger hall, with scattered small tables placed in an orderly manner.

These small tables surround some seats or sofas, and these seats and sofas all face the same direction, which is the deepest part of the entire hall, a rectangular stage.

A faint and ambiguous dim light shines in the entire hall, and the melodious music echoes in the space.

This is more like a bar than a theater.

When He Ao walked into the small door, a waiter came over and led He Ao to his seat.

"Sir, is this your first time here?"

The waiter handed a menu to He Ao, "Would you like to order some snacks? If you are a new guest for the first time, we will give you a free cocktail."

He Ao opened the menu, glanced at the empty stage, and asked casually, "Didn't you say there was a performance?"

"The performance starts on time at ten o'clock in the evening. It won't be long. You can wait a moment."

The waiter said with a smile.

He Ao flipped through the menu in his hand, ordered a fried onion ring, chose a wine with a low alcohol content from the cocktail, and handed the menu back to the waiter.

Then his eyes swept around.

At this time, there were already many people sitting in the hall. Some of them were drinking alone, and some were chatting together, as if this was an ordinary bar.

After about four or five minutes, He Ao's fried onion rings and cocktails were served.

At this moment, a series of footsteps came from outside the door.

Three figures pushed open the door curtain and walked in.

The three people's auras are not weak, two young people, one middle-aged, all have standard Theia Empire faces.

It seemed that they were here for the first time. The eyes of the two young people were shining with curiosity, while the middle-aged man in the lead was a little confused and wary, and his eyes swept over the 'guests' sitting under the stage.

He Ao just glanced at them, and then lowered his head naturally without being noticed by them.

The waiter on the side greeted them, led the three of them to the seats near He Ao, and handed them the menus.

These three people should all be extraordinary, but they are not strong.

He Ao thought for a moment, picked up his phone, and sent a message to the gendarmerie captain, roughly describing the appearance of these three people.

[This should be the person from 'above', that middle-aged man is the person who handed over the dossier materials to me today. ]

The gendarmerie captain responded quickly.

He Ao closed the phone,

Sure enough, it was Moonlight's man.

So someone from Moonlight found this place?

It shouldn't be like that. Judging from their puzzled expressions, they must have been attracted by the leaflets they were handed out.

But the leading middle-aged man should have noticed something.

Things are getting interesting.

He Ao had to say that this Shattering Shadow Club was indeed very courageous.

This may be due to the fact that such a secret sect has never appeared in the main world and they have no experience, but they should not be stupid enough to expose themselves directly to the gaze of the moonlight.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Shortly after the Moonlighters arrived, a beam of light came down from the ceiling and illuminated the stage.

A person who looked like a host walked onto the stage.

"Thank you all guests and friends for taking the time to come to our Shadow Club. Tonight's performance is about to begin. There are several new friends tonight. Welcome you here. Please believe me, this will be the best you have ever seen in your life. The most important and most wonderful performance.”

When he finished speaking, there was violent applause from the entire audience.

Those 'regular customers' who were still chatting and drinking normally were now looking towards the center of the stage, their eyes were burning, and their faces were flashing with strange excitement.

It seems that they are not just spectators having fun in a bar, but believers meeting the gods.

At this moment, among the three people sitting in Yueguang's seat not far from He Ao, the middle-aged man seemed to notice something. He took out his mobile phone, stood up suddenly, and while making a call, he was about to pull his two companions away.

Ding--

At this moment, the crisp music sounded in everyone's ears.

A barefoot woman wearing a light white dress and white stockings slowly walked out from behind the stage and danced on tiptoes.

"Please enjoy the dance, 'Shadow'."

The host's voice came from behind the stage.

Soft music, as if immersed in the soul, slowly sounded,

The middle-aged man who stood up suddenly seemed to have forgotten what he was going to do for a moment and stood there blankly.

beep--

The call in his hand was also answered at this moment, and a confused voice came from the other end of the phone, "Zaen, what's wrong?"

Hearing this voice, the middle-aged man finally realized something. He lowered his head with difficulty and stiffness, looked at the phone in his hand, and slowly opened his mouth. He seemed to want to say something, but no sound came out no matter what. .

"It's okay, I made the wrong call."

A voice came from behind him and entered the phone's receiver.

This voice was so familiar, it was his own voice.

Then a hand reached out from behind his back and hung up the phone.

The middle-aged man turned around with difficulty, only to see the waiter who had just led them in, standing beside him and looking at him with a smile.

Then he watched the waiter open his mouth and continued in his own voice, "Everything went smoothly, nothing happened, the dance was beautiful, and we can admire him quietly."

The waiter's soft voice reached his ears, like a whisper deep in his heart. He slowly put down the phone, sat back down, and watched the performance on the stage.

Eyes intoxicated.

It was as if what had just happened never happened.

The two young people beside him were already watching the performance on the stage with fascination. Their eyes were shining brightly and with crazy brilliance. They saw the most beautiful things in the world and could give everything for it.

He Ao watched all this quietly.

From the perspective of Super Memory, a huge shadow is emerging from the shining ceiling, and hazy shadow tentacles extend from it, touching everyone under the stands and attaching to their bodies. , eroding their souls.

There is also a tentacle of shadow trying to extend down and erode He Ao's soul.

Then the next second, the tentacle was hit by the power of super memory gathered by He Ao, and was retracted like an electric shock.

He Ao picked up the cocktail on the table and took a sip, looking at the woman on the stage.

This strength alone is not enough to 'invite' him with confidence.

At this moment, the woman on the stage also looked at He Ao briefly and looked at each other.

In her mouth was a fiery red rose petal with a few drops of water attached to it, which reflected her red lips.

She opened her mouth slightly, and the petals fell from her mouth, sliding down her crystal skin like flowing blood.

After this brief eye contact, she raised her head slightly and looked away from He Ao. Then she slightly raised her delicate hands, and her wide white sleeves slid down her smooth skin, revealing her white lotus arms, like the breeze blowing in the spring breeze. Rich wicker.

At this moment, the entire place fell into an unusual silence, as if only she and He Ao existed.

Dancers and spectators make up the entire world.

The woman's hands flew up, and while swaying, they grasped the void bit by bit, as if peeling off something.

With every bit of it peeled off, her body became heavier, as if it were a shed shell.

This dance is indeed beautiful. Watching this dance, He Ao can directly experience the beauty through his senses, as if the word beauty has entered reality from the book.

At the same time, his soul began to tremble slightly. As the dance progressed, a vast and majestic gaze seemed to be trying to pass through the barriers of time and space and cast its gaze here.

At the same time that this vast power was coming, He Ao also felt something else.

remains.

Vaguely, he felt the presence of the vast, lonely ruins filled with strange beasts.

He put down his cocktail and smiled.

There is only one thing that can allow people to sense the existence of ruins in the main world, and that is the 'space-time anchor' that opens the passage to the ruins.

As he had guessed, it took Moonlight and World Tree so long to fail to find the time and space anchor point because this time the time and space anchor point was not fixed in a fixed area or a mysterious body, but was moved by the person trying to find it. The descending gods are bound to themselves through some means.

Although He Ao didn't know why the god did this, it was obvious that the difficulty of obtaining the anchor point when the ruins were opened this time was much greater than before.

At the same time that He Ao felt the aura of the god and the existence of the ruins, the dance on the stage seemed to be coming to an end.

The illusory fragments are spliced ​​together in the air to form a new, illusory dancer.

She stepped forward, her feet wrapped tightly in white stockings across the void, and walked to He Ao.

At this moment, there seemed to be two of her in this area at the same time.

One dances on the stage, peeling off the illusory fragments from his body with difficulty, while the other is an illusory figure composed of illusory fragments.

The flesh and blood body on the stage seems to be just a useless body that has been shed, and this illusory figure floating in the air is the life after the body is shed.

A trail of bright red blood stains spread over the still dancing flesh and blood body. The light shone on her body, but her shadow could not be seen under her feet.

"Your strength is beyond my expectations. Your powerful soul is as dazzling as the sun."

The illusory figure floated in front of He Ao.

The vast gaze from the great existence was finally blocked from time and space, but his dissipated power invaded reality and locked onto He Ao's body.

At this moment, He Ao felt that his body fell into a kind of immobility. It was not that his ability to move was restricted, but that he had lost the ability to move like a puppet.

"You just had the chance to leave," the illusory figure continued to approach He Ao, "but you gave up."

"Your arrogance gave you the chance to join us,"

Her voice was hoarse and ethereal at the same time, with a wonderful sense of beauty, "The great mysterious shadow has lowered His gaze, join us, partner."

She stretched out her hand, as if asking He Ao to reach out and grab her.

The twisted power began to try to invade He Ao's soul. He felt that his 'body' was gradually becoming lighter. He seemed to be breaking away from the decayed body and transforming into another existence.

"The will of the gods cannot be disobeyed. You can either become an eternal slave or our partner. Your powerful power will become more powerful with the blessings of the gods."

The woman continued to reach out to He Ao.

He Ao stared at the woman in front of him.

At this moment, he also fully understood the purpose of the Shadow Club’s ‘invitation’ to him.

They have some kind of ability to observe souls and find that He Ao is a very powerful transcendent.

So I tried to accept him as one of my own.

Of course, judging from the fact that the escaping power of the god is still trying to erode his soul at this moment, this primitive sect does not seem to want He Ao to retain his complete sanity.

The two choices given by the woman are actually, either die and become a completely irrational minion like the shadow, or become a servant who can only obey.

It's a rough and arrogant approach, but it can indeed transform 'He Ao' into their combat power as quickly as possible.

The woman stared at He Ao, as if waiting for He Ao's reply.

But in fact, she doesn't need He Ao's reply. The power of the gods will first try to transform this person into a servant. If the transformation fails, it will kill him directly and turn him into a minion.

From the beginning, He Ao had no choice. She just liked to make her prey think that they had the right to choose. This distracted the prey's mind and made erosion easier.

In fact, this was the first time she had captured such a powerful 'prey' as He Ao. As the erosion progressed, in addition to being nervous, she also felt a sense of accomplishment.

The will of the gods cannot be disobeyed. When the power of the gods comes, everything is over, and the prey in front of you can no longer resist.

At this time, the biggest 'prey' she had caught so far in front of her slowly raised her head and smiled at her, "I choose the third option."

The roaring train suddenly smashed into the old wall, waking up the people in their dreams.

The real show begins now.