Mysterious as the wind, always with me.

Chapter 3 Soul Dance
can i say no

Mark swallowed his saliva subconsciously.

The fate of refusing to dance with puppets lies ahead.

Can dance, can he?
Once the dance fails, he will surely die.

Before crossing, if he went to the disco, even if he turned into a maggot, everyone would call 666 out of face when they knew who he was.

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

How to do?
Promised to die!Do not agree or die!
Cold sweat the size of soybeans oozed from the forehead.

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

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

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

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

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

He didn't know what this mysterious and powerful dice would bring him.

Suddenly, a strong impulse surged up from the bottom of my heart, temporarily dominating 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 with his right leg, bowing his body, swinging his left hand back, stroking his left chest with his right hand, blurting out a sentence after a standard curtsey And out:

"Responding to the invitation of a beautiful lady with a mortal body is undoubtedly a kind of blasphemy! Please allow me to dance with you with my soul—"

The dancing puppet seemed startled.

Her subtle pause made Mark wonder: Is it a coincidence?Or is this puppet doing it on purpose?Does it have intelligence too?
"can."

Dozens of blue spiritual threads, which are gentler than love threads, popped out from the fingertips of the doll girl and wrapped around Mark.

Before Mark could react, he found that his body fell limply, and his soul was forcibly pulled out of his body. He never thought that one day he could see his translucent soul.

Stimulation, tension, excitement, worry, all kinds of thoughts filled his mind.

He had to figure out a way to dance this dance well, otherwise, even if the dice reached this point, he still wouldn't be able to perform this big show.

The slightly monotonous but crisp music of the music box was still echoing in his ears. He noticed that this was not any song he knew on Earth. No, it would be useless even if he knew it. It would be enough to reward the Governor and the Rockets to the host lady. , When it comes to music, he is a complete layman.

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

An elf jumping on the skating rink, a dancing prince.

Accompanied by the clear music box music echoing in the silent night sky and in the ballroom of death, Mark's soul began to dance in response to the movements of the dancing dolls.

So what if he could wipe his dismembered spirit silk by his side at any time?
So what if the soul is annihilated in place in the next second?

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

In the field of vision, there has long been no scary underground dance hall, no weird sealed items.

In a trance, there is only the pure white ice dance floor in front of my eyes.

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

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

He shines with the hottest heat on the coldest ice rink, and shines with brilliance on the scariest stage.

The sun, the moon, the stars, the strange aura, the threat of death... At this moment, every minute, every second, everything is reduced to a foil.

Hearing this music for the first time, with his understanding of music theory and dance, Mark still looks like the male protagonist in a shoujo manga, reflecting his elegant dancing posture in the doll's water-blue eyes.

The clothes on his body swayed while gliding, as if seagulls were flying on the blue sea.

Time passed quickly, and with the last music of the music box falling, in line with the movements of the puppet, Mark's soul body spun in the air and landed steadily, with a cool and amazing graceful dance.

At that moment, as if time stopped...

Lingsi was withdrawn at some point, and Mark's soul also returned to his body.

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

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

He didn't know if he had passed the test. After the short and intense dance of the soul, his ears were full of noisy noises: the distant wind that he couldn't hear just now, and the noise caused by the shaking of decaying doors and windows, all poured into his ears.

Countless messy images flashed through his mind.

Without the grace and leeway of dancing, he felt like a prisoner waiting to be judged again.

As everyone knows, the puppet stepped back with its left foot and stood on tiptoe. Judging from her stiff mechanical body, this movement was very strange. If it were put on a human body, it would be a standard lady's gift.

What is she... going to do?

Unlike the previous mechanical monotonous and inorganic voice, this voice gave Mark a sense of emotion for the first time.

Even though it was kind of lame, more like a baby's babble, she said it after all.

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

After all, she stretched out her hand gently, which was an action waiting for Mark to kiss her hand.

Mark's heart stopped beating suddenly.

Dancing is okay.

Life is free.

God knows what the hell you are, I just came here through time travel, and I'm at a loss.Mixing with a mysterious existence like you, do I think my life is too long?

but……

If he refuses directly, who can guarantee that the female idol will not let him split up in a fit of anger?

promise?

Mark absolutely does not want to.

Who knows if there is some extremely difficult curse hidden in this?

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

The corner of his mouth raised, and he showed a charming smile.

"Tonight, I am very happy to dance with you."

No promise, no rejection.

Then, his brain fell into a strange state, the picture of the ice fairy was played back frame by frame in his mind.

Memory and reality overlap.

Right in front of the weird puppet, he jumped back slightly, using his bent left foot as a fulcrum, straightening his right foot horizontally, fully spreading his hands, and pressing his upper body almost to the ground.

That's right, this is the signature move of a great ice dancer [God Kissing Ice]!
The only difference is that what Mark kissed was not the ice surface, but the dance floor covered with sharp knife scars.

The puppet froze.

I don't know if it is 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 the handsome man in front of her broke the limit of her thinking - he kissed the ground of the dance hall devoutly, as if he was using this action to express the love of his life.

The most affectionate kisses are not dedicated to her, but to the dance hall she consecrates.

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

This time, it was her turn to get stuck in her mind.

Miss Puppet didn't move, just stared blankly at Mark facing her, holding the kerosene lamp respectfully, and exited the ballroom one step at a time.

Finally stepping out of the gate, Mark stopped panting.

Warm tears would overflow from the corners of his eyes at any time, and his back was covered with frozen sweat, but he didn't bother to wipe it off. He showed a signature gentle smile to the dazed doll, and turned his head slightly:

"There is no eternal dance in this world, there is only a moment of brilliance. Beautiful lady, see you again!"

Missed, that is farewell!
cough!
Whether you can get out of this ghost place alive depends on whether the puppet makes up the knife.

Fortunately, until Mark slowly walked to the door of the ballroom, the puppet still did not move.

He maintained his demeanor and walked away slowly. After guessing that the puppet would not come out after him, he ran quickly.

I really want to spit out all the swear words I know, but I am afraid that there will be some other ghosts chasing and killing them.

What I finally hummed was the classic Chinese song handed down by my grandfather:
"The big knife cut off the devil's head..."

After time travelling, he didn't dare to shout out any words with the language knowledge left to him by the original owner, so he could only bully the ghosts here for not being able to understand, so as to embolden himself by the way.

Running out of that damn underground dance hall, it was a bit of a detour, but he found his way to the surface anyway.

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

He ran towards the way he came from with vague and fragmented memories, the scene in front of him was blurred, and even the sound of the wind was like a devil crying.

Even if he saw another ex-companion who had become 18 yuan by the side of the road, he couldn't care less about touching the corpse, and ran out like crazy.

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

(End of this chapter)