Mysterious as the Wind, Always With Me

Can I say no?

Mark swallowed his saliva subconsciously.

The fate of refusing to dance with the dolls is in front of you.

Can dance, can he?

If the dance fails, he must die.

Before crossing, even if he went to the disco and turned into a maggot, everyone knew who he was and would call 666 for face.

When it's time to test his skills, isn't he a layman who can only be killed in seconds?

How to do?

Promise is to die! Do not agree or die!

Cold sweat the size of a soybean oozes out of his forehead.

At this critical moment, perhaps driven by his thoughts, the twenty-sided dice was thrown out again.

"Do...do...do..."

This is not the sound of dice landing. This is the voice of fate!

Unexpectedly, but not unexpectedly, the final number displayed on the dice is [16].

There is no outrageous luck against the sky, and as a result of the throw, this is definitely an excellent level.

I don't know what this mysterious and powerful dice will bring him.

Suddenly, a strong impulse surged up from the bottom of my heart and briefly dominated Mark's thinking.

His hands and feet seemed to be pulled by the puppet strings, and he made a series of elegant movements - bowing, half-stepping his right leg behind his back, bowing his body, swinging his left hand back, stroking his left chest with his right hand, a standard curtsy and then uttering a sentence And out:

"It would be blasphemy to respond to the invitation of a beautiful lady with a mortal body! Allow me to dance with you with my soul—"

The dancing puppet seemed to be stunned.

Her subtle pause made Mark wonder: is it a coincidence? Or was this puppet intentional? Does it also have wisdom?

"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 limply, 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, all kinds of thoughts flooded his mind.

He had to figure out a way to dance this dance well, otherwise even if the dice prompted him to this point, he would still not be able to play this big scene.

The slightly monotonous but crisp music of the music box still reverberated in his ears. He noticed that this was not any song on the earth that he knew. No, even if he knew it, it was useless. It would be more to reward the anchor and the governor and the rocket. , when it comes to music he is a complete layman.

At this moment, his emotions were settled, his mind was spinning, he kept recalling every fragment in his memory, exploring every possibility, and what finally appeared in his mind was...

A elf jumping on the skating rink, dancing prince.

With the clear music of the music box echoing in the silent night sky and in the dance hall of death, Mark's soul began to dance in accordance with the movements of the dancing puppets.

What if he could wipe his broken pieces of spirit silk by his side at any time?

What if the soul is annihilated in place in the next second?

At this moment, Mark completely forgot his fear, and integrated his mind into the dance of souls.

In the field of vision, there has long been no terrifying underground dance hall, no strange sealed artifact.

In a trance, there was only the pure white ice dance field in front of him.

The people on ice are like jade, and the son is unparalleled in the world.

He is not fighting alone, he is possessed by all the ice ballet soul dancers, ancient and modern, all over the world.

On the coldest ice rink, he radiates the hottest heat, and on the most terrifying stage, he radiates tremendous light.

The sun, moon, stars, strange breath, death threats... At this moment, every minute and every second, they all become a foil.

It was the first time I heard this piece of music. With his understanding of music theory and dance, Mark was still like the hero of a shoujo manga, reflecting his elegant dancing in the aqua blue eyes of the doll.

The clothes on his body shuffled while sliding, like seagulls flying on the blue sea.

Time passed quickly, with the last music of the music box falling, and with the action of the puppet, Mark's soul body swirled in the air and landed steadily, and the graceful dance was cool and stunning.

At that moment, as if time stopped...

Lingsi retracted at an unknown time, and Mark's soul also returned to his body.

The puppet lady opened her eyes wide, her sapphire pupils reflected the moonlight, and firmly contained Mark's figure in her pupils.

In contrast, Mark's body kept the last movement after synchronizing with his soul. His heart was beating wildly, and he felt like he was about to jump out of his chest in a second.

He didn't know if he had passed the test or not. After the short but intense soul dance, there was a lot of noise in his ears: the distant sound of wind that he couldn't hear just now, the noise from the shaking of decaying doors and windows, all poured into his ears.

There are countless chaotic images flashing in my mind.

Without the grace and leeway he had just danced, he felt like a prisoner awaiting trial again.

As everyone knows, the doll stepped back with her left foot and stood on tiptoe. Judging from her rigid mechanical body, this action is very strange. If it is placed on a human, it is a standard lady's ceremony.

She... what is she going to do?

Different from the mechanical monotonous and inorganic sound before, this sound gave Mark a feeling of emotion for the first time.

Although a bit lame, more like baby babble, she said it after all.

"Can I... dance with you for the rest of my life?"

After saying that, she gently stretched out her hand, which was a gesture of waiting for Mark to kiss her.

Mark's heart stopped beating suddenly.

Dancing is okay.

Free for life.

God knows what the hell you are, I just crossed over and was confused. Mixing with a mysterious existence like you, am I too long-lived?

But……

If you refuse directly, who can guarantee that the woman will not be angry and let him split up?

promise?

Mark absolutely didn't want to.

Who knows if there is some nasty curse hidden in this?

Fortunately, Mark has a wealth of experience in rejecting women's pursuit.

The corners of his mouth twitched, and he revealed a charming smile.

"I'm very happy to dance with you tonight."

No promise, no rejection.

Then, his brain fell into a wonderful state, and the image of the god on ice played back frame by frame in his mind.

Memory and reality overlap.

Right in front of the weird puppet, he gently jumped back, using his knee-bent left foot as a fulcrum, his right foot was straightened horizontally, his hands were completely spread out, and his upper body was almost pressed against the ground.

That's right, this is the signature move of a certain ice dance god [the fairy kisses the ice]!

The only difference is that instead of the ice, Mark kissed the dance floor with the scars of the sharp blades.

The doll was stunned.

I don't know if it was driven by the mysterious power behind her, or because of her temperament.

She was clearly not used to being rejected. She should be angry.

But the action of this handsome man in front of her broke the limit 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 her hallowed dance floor.

If she were to blame him for that, wouldn't it be her blasphemy against art and dance?

This time, it was her turn to think stuck.

The puppet lady didn't move, she just stared blankly at Mark facing her, respectfully, holding the kerosene lamp, and exiting the dance hall one step at a time.

Finally out the door, Mark stopped panting.

Warm tears would overflow from the corners of his eyes at any time, and his back was covered in frozen sweat, but he didn't bother to wipe it.

"There is no eternal dance in this world, there are only moments of brilliance. Beautiful lady, goodbye!"

No fate, that's a goodbye!

cough!

Whether or not he can get out of this ghost place alive depends on whether the puppet makes up for the knife.

Luckily, the puppet didn't move until Mark slowly closed the door to the ballroom.

He maintained his demeanor and walked away slowly, assuming that the dolls would not be chasing after him, and then he ran quickly.

I really want to spit out all the swear words I know, and I'm afraid that there will be some ghosts chasing them out.

In the end, the humming was a classic Chinese song handed down by my grandfather:

"The big knife slashed the devil's head..."

After crossing the road, he didn't dare to use the language knowledge left by the original owner to shout out any words, he could only bully the ghosts here who couldn't understand it, and by the way, he gave himself courage.

Running out of that damn underground ballroom, it was a bit of a detour, but at least he found his way to the ground.

Unfortunately, the kerosene lamp burned out the last drop of kerosene. Mark dropped the lantern and ran in the dim moonlight.

With vague and fragmented memories, he ran towards the way he came, and the scene in front of him became blurred, and even the wind sounded like Devil May Cry.

Even if he saw a former comrade who had turned into eighteen dollars on the side of the road, he couldn't care less about touching the corpse, and ran out like crazy.

When he was embarrassed and ran to the gate on the edge of the castle, feeling that the dawn of survival was in front of him, suddenly an exaggerated gust of wind rolled up in front of him...