Mysterious as the wind, always with me.

Chapter 2 Elegant, so elegant!
I really want to swear the same words as thousands of people.

But compared to cursing and complaining, his actions are one step faster.

Without hesitation, he raised the revolver and pulled the trigger.

"boom!"

Accompanied by the dazzling golden fire, the shocking loud noise echoed under the chairs and even in the entire ballroom.

At such a short distance, the shot should have hit.

Mark didn't even look at it. He slammed the revolver with no bullets in the direction of the face, and then climbed out of the chaise longue from the other direction with hands and feet.

Just when he was desperately trying to escape towards the gate, a flash appeared in front of his eyes, and it came to him again.

Under the dim moonlight and lights, he saw clearly for the first time what this thing was——

too disgusting!

It is like a person leaning against the sky and leaning on the ground. The arc of the legs is normal, but the elbows of the arms are bent against the joints. The whole person looks like a big spider crawling on the ground.

What makes Mark's scalp tingle the most is that his neck is twisted 180 degrees, and his chin is almost on the vest.

This honor really makes one wonder if its creator's brain has been hit by a carriage.

It raised its head slowly, with a playful look on its face.

In the bloodshot upper and lower jaws, the teeth clenched were the bullets he had just shot!

The golden slug exudes a strange glow, which seems to burn its mouth.

It doesn't care.

It grinned grimly and released its jaw.

The metal slug fell on the stone bricks, making a crisp "clinking" sound.

The most damning thing was that he 'recognized' this face based on fragmentary memory - the other party was obviously the partner who came with him on the adventure, a gangster named Parker.

Even the most skilled Parker also sent it, and the fate of others can be imagined.

The aura of despair filled Mark's heart in an instant.

can not breath!

Cardio stop!

He could completely imagine that in the next second, this damned monster would tear his body apart and eat his flesh and blood.

"Damn!"

have what?
Is there any other way?

At the critical moment, the twenty-sided dice in his pocket emitted a soft and mysterious blue light.

A voice penetrated into Mark's mind and asked:
【Do you... want to be a part of destiny? 】

As a staunch materialist, Mark gritted his teeth and screamed in his heart: "No! I just want to be the master of my own destiny!"

【Perhaps the reality cannot be as you wish, but you can try...】

The dice suddenly popped out of Mark's pocket.

It was as if an invisible hand had thrown the dice that symbolized fate.

The monster in front of him seemed unable to see the existence of dice.

It's more like time has stopped.

"L!"

This dice, which is only the size of a dollar coin in diameter and shaped a bit like a small pineapple, after repeated tumbling and spinning, unexpectedly, without any surprise, the largest number [20] appeared on it.

Before Mark could react, not far from him, the light projected on the altar suddenly rose, depriving Mark of his vision and briefly depriving him of consciousness.

Regaining consciousness again, the scene in front of him gradually became clear, making Mark feel like falling into a dream.

It was extremely weird. If he had to use any words to describe it, the left half of his field of vision was undoubtedly a nightmare. The humanoid monster with its elbow bent was crawling on the ground, and its big ferocious mouth let out a low-pitched roar full of threats. Among the elongated fangs, corrosive saliva dripped on the floor, burning the floor tiles, making a disgusting "sizzling" sound.

On the right side of the field of vision is a completely different painting style——

Although looking forward to something appearing to kill the monster, when the knob of the music box on the altar turned by itself, and the spring drove the mechanical gear, and the crisp notes of "jingle dong dong" were issued, Mark still felt his own sanity. The value is falling straight down uncontrollably...

The female puppet on the music box quickly grew in size visible to the naked eye, and in the blink of an eye, it became an exquisite puppet with a height of 1.5 meters.

This seemingly out-of-date loli doll moves gracefully in ballet steps as she steps lightly on tiptoe towards the bent-elbowed monster.

As if she was performing to Mark, she opened her two wooden mechanical arms, gently lifted the fluffy skirt, took a half step back with her right foot, bent her knees, and performed a standard lady's salute.

Immediately, the female puppet dancer's left arm close to Mark slightly stretched forward, raised her index finger, put her middle finger and ring finger together, put her thumb against her middle finger, and gently lifted her little finger
The obviously stiff and lifeless puppet fingers, after posing this graceful flower hand, suddenly present a feminine softness and slenderness, pulling people into a strange aesthetic of fingertips.

This very elegant shape is like a peacock spreading its tail in the wind.

If Mark has enough knowledge of ballet movements, he will know that this classic ballet stance is called [Arabesque].

Facing the terrifying and disgusting monster, this mutilated puppet seemed about to perform a much-anticipated ballet.

"Elegant! So elegant!" Mark exclaimed. It has nothing to do with who the dancer is, it is purely a tribute to [beauty].He didn't notice that there was a flash of light in the sapphire pupils of the female dancer puppet...

"Would you...will you dance with me?"

The female puppet's voice was blunt and cold, which sounded extremely weird, but in front of this anti-legged monster, it presented a steampunk-style strange beauty like a clear stream.

"Get out! Get out of the way!" growled the back-elbowed monster.

For the first time, there was an expression on the face of the female doll, which should be an emotion called [anger].

Not a word of speculation!
She attacked!
Raise your arms high like a pair of lobster pincers, bend your left knee, put your left toe on your right knee, and turn your whole body at high speed like a spinning top. Standing on tiptoe, your right toe ignores the potholed floor tiles, and quickly turns to the reverse elbow monster.

"Humph!"

The monster's eyes were instantly covered in blood, and its body was thrown up violently:
Yes, shake it up!
That is a coordination that does not belong to humans.

It is impossible for the muscles of the human arm to eject the body like a spring pressed to the extreme when the elbow is anti-joint.

The monster did it.

It is like a jumping spider, a small leap towards a high-speed autobiographical dancing puppet.

It was empty.

The dancing puppet jumps up high, with legs open, arms stretched, and the whole body presents a standard [earth] shape. At this moment, it seems that gravity does not exist at all.

In this way, she flew parallel to the ground, flying a graceful semicircular curve in midair.

Only Mark, who was observing carefully, caught a glimpse of the puppet's shoulders, and there were two blue lights connecting the shoulders and the ceiling.

The anti-elbow monster was not reconciled, and jumped up again after flying into the air, and rushed towards the puppet in mid-air.

Suddenly, dozens of blue filaments of light popped out from the puppet's fingertips.

Before the back-elbow monster could react, the light threads were already entangled like countless octopus tentacles.

Mark thought that the puppet would have caught the monster.

He was wrong.

Wrongly wrong.

The light thread is like a water knife formed by a high-speed jet of water on the earth, easily chopping up monsters by 18 yuan in an instant.

When scattered fine pieces of meat and stinky blood droplets formed a small-scale rain of blood and fell, Mark finally understood how those bones with complete cuts in the dance hall came from.

Like a puppet on a string, her body drew an S shape in midair, and then floated to the ground.

She spread her arms like wings, her legs crossed and her knees bent, and performed a graceful dance ceremony, as if she was not chopping a monster into meat sauce a second ago, but dancing an elegant ballet.

The ding-dong music on the music box continued.

The dancing puppet turned its head, and Wuwu's pupils stared at Mark who dared not move.

Again, she walked on tiptoe.

The toe of the shoe hit the ground to make a crisp sound, and the echo of da da was superimposed.

Originally, this was a fairly normal sound of footsteps, but against the background of the bloody corpses and crisp music box music, it was even more lonely and terrifying.

Walking from the edge of the dim ballroom to the side of the altar, the cold moonlight hit her body and shone on her collapsed left forehead structure.

Mark felt a sense of trance: it was not a mechanical structure at all, it seemed to be a real broken skull.

Another [Arabesque] pose.

Another sentence that was equally cold and inorganic.

The voice was soft, just like the verdict of a death judge.

"Would you...will you dance with me?"
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