I am creating a esoteric religion in London

Chapter 63
This dancer is the female dancer Watson saw in the Shedding Club, which contained the meaning of a moth in her performance.

At this moment, this petite female dancer is taking powerful dance steps, her milky white skin is moist with sweat and glows with oil, and the blood vessels under her carcass are clearly visible, like the cracked texture of enamel.

Her dance is far more passionate and enthusiastic than what she has seen before, her vigorous and slender limbs waving seems to reproduce the original hunting, revealing a frenzied and wild beauty.

The cup phase couldn't help making a frivolous whistle, and wanted to howl like a hungry wolf, but was slapped by the moth in the skull and shivered in the corner.

Perhaps it was the reason why Watson's literary cells rarely exploded, or maybe it was because the moths in his skull were also fluttering and dancing. This time, he was able to feel the strange charm contained in this dance—naturally it is not gaudy. Lust, but a savage, ancient rhythm.

His thoughts seem to travel through time and space with the dance, back to the prehistoric era tens of thousands of years ago, he seems to have seen the first continent where human beings originated, the warm and humid rainforest, and the hunters in naked clothes. I saw the ritual of offering the head of the prey to nature by the primitive tribe, and saw that same passionate dance.

The illusion was fleeting, Watson's eyes cleared, and his sanity returned.

It was only at this time that he noticed that the blue eyes of the female dancer, which were once lively and seemed to be able to speak, had now turned into weird compound eyes like insects, and the small polygonal facets shone as dark as coal crystals!
And under the moonlight, the female dancer turned around, the skin of the shoulder blades on her back was peeled upwards from the bottom like a fruit shell, revealing the dark flesh and blood inside, but there was no trace of blood flowing out!

The pair of skins that bloom like petals are still rooted on the shoulders, and are floating in the air at this moment, vibrating slightly like thick cicada wings, and the veins like leaves are clearly visible under the moonlight, and they seem to be two veils dancing with the wind.

The female dancer stepped on the dance steps so hard, but it fell on the dark green moss group almost silently, and the flat leaves seemed to dance with her rhythm, and seemed to be licking her smooth soles.

Watson didn't move forward rashly, he thought about retreating, and his body disappeared into the huge thick shadow of the ancient trees in the woodland again.

However, the striped moths wrapped around her body are actively exposed, flapping their scales and moving forward to meet another group of moths around the female dancer. They stay in the air and seem to be whispering, discussing things that ordinary people cannot know , and then gathered in groups and flew towards Watson together, dancing excitedly around him, crowding and pushing him out of the shadow of the hiding place, and went to the moonlight to meet the pretty female dancer frankly.

Although Watson also threw away her clothes, she still kept the bottom line, only showing her chest, but the female dancer...she has already thrown away her clothes, and the slender and soft body can be seen at a glance, every inch of fat, every muscle, Every bone reveals the beauty of just the right symmetry.

The blackness in the female dancer's eyes faded away and returned to a pure blue color, still so agile and clear, it seemed that the dancer with a wild posture just now was someone else.

The female dancer was not flustered by the abrupt interruption at all, she tiptoed and bowed in a ballet-like graceful posture.

"Good evening, sir."

Watson didn't change his face, he didn't feel the shame of being recognized and peeping at all, and he also bowed with his right arm to his chest in cooperation, "Good evening, lady."

The female dancer stood on tiptoe and stretched her arms to ask the ancient tree for a vine with emerald green leaves. Her actions made the stretching of the ketone body even more beautiful.

Thin vines hung down from her fingertips like snakes, swirling around her body like gauze, and the sporadic green leaves just covered the graceful parts.

While the female dancer was wearing her clothes, she wondered why the moths in charge of guarding the outside didn't issue a warning for outsiders to approach tonight?

She secretly looked at the gentleman in front of him with scars all over his body like a blade man, but he seemed to have thrown away most of his clothes. He should be on the same path as herself on the road of transformation, and he had just embarked on the road not long ago. Be completely open.

Her cherry lips parted slightly, and her throat squirmed, but what came out of her mouth was a strange sound that was difficult to imitate by human vocal cords——click, click, click!Just like the distorted language of patrolman Lance.

But Watson no longer lost his mind as before. At this moment, the noise-like sound fell in his ears like a beautiful rhythm. He could already understand the true meaning of it under the translation of the moth in the skull. Chanted softly:
"In gi rum imus noc te et con sumi."

"We whirled through the night until we were in flames."

Only now did the female dancer smile, her beautiful eyebrows stretched out, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, and dimples appeared on her cheeks, and she generously stretched out her small white hands like new buds.

Watson held the other party's slender and boneless hands, and felt that there seemed to be a close connection between the two of them, as if they were connected by blood.

His heart seems to be following her heartbeat, and the combined pulse rate of the two hearts is very rhythmic, as if a lyrical music is playing.

For a moment, the woodland seemed to become silent, and even the surrounding moths stopped fluttering their wings and suspended in the air. Watson's mind was only filled with the sound of his heartbeat, which was getting faster and faster like dense raindrops falling on the drum. .

"Why is my heart beating so hard right now?"

"It's like the phenomenon of sinus tachycardia... But my state of mind is clearly as stable as a quiet lake, and walking slowly out of the shadows has never reached the limit of vigorous exercise."

"Heartbeat is an important feature that reflects the operation of the human body. If the heartbeat continues to be too fast, it may cause me chest pain, shortness of breath, and fainting." Watson secretly looked at the seemingly friendly female dancer in front of him, thinking in his heart Said: "Could it be that the other party is secretly exerting an influence on me? But this slight over-speeding heartbeat can neither cause harm nor interfere with thinking... What is the meaning?"

Although his left arm was temporarily unable to exert strength due to William's finger strike, his right arm was still as strong as iron.

Watson quickly went through the deduction in his mind-if the female dancer was really harboring hostility, then I should first hold the opponent's palm tightly, twist it outward with sudden force, and then pull down heavily to dislocate her right arm!

Then he bent the tip of his fist like a shovel and hit the opponent's throat hard, crushing the cartilage of the throat. While the opponent was in pain, he scooped him up like a hook and tripped him to the ground. Stepping on the throat, let the opponent's throat completely shatter... If it is an ordinary mortal, he will pass out after being hit by these heavy blows, but for these abnormal humans who have practiced secret transmission, it is very likely that it will be harmless For minor injuries, even in the middle of the process, the opponent may ignore it and counterattack with a burst.

At that time, I will have to use the unique skill of pressing the bottom of the box...that is, the strategy of combining the art of war, the best strategy is to go!

But the female dancer doesn't take it any further, as if it's all just the figments of Watson's persecution paranoia.

She just looked at him with a smile, her ocean-blue round almond eyes narrowed slightly with shallow crescent moons, and a pair of cute little canine teeth were exposed between her lips.

Watson suddenly lost consciousness, and the buried memory returned to capture him again.

He couldn't help thinking back to the future on another timeline, the past of his true self - at that time, the tragedy that affected his life hadn't happened, his nature hadn't been stimulated, and he was just a naughty school urchin. Girls would often poke him in the back with a sharp pencil, and whenever he turned his head angrily, he would see the girl with braids smiling like the one in front of him.

"Sir? Sir! Are you all right?"

The female dancer saw that the man opposite him had lost his focus, stretched out her other hand and waved in front of him, wondering why this gentleman lost his mind again for no reason?Could it be that the consciousness has not been completely separated from the humming in the brain, but that is just a momentary influence simulated by the most basic mana.

Watson replied: "Sorry, I just suddenly remembered something interesting."

Seeing that the eyes of this fellow man regained clarity, the female dancer was relieved, and thought that the other party was really stuck in the buzzing in his head and couldn't extricate himself.

"That's good. I thought you were still under the influence of the moth, sir."

Influence... Following Watson's experiments on Qizhi's influence in recent days, his understanding of the word 'influence', which has a different mystical meaning, has become more and more in-depth. He already knows that there are nine secret transmissions in this world, except Except for the secret history that seems to have no power at all, the other eight secret stories all have "influences" with different effects, either depriving the mind (lamp), freezing the mind (winter), or shocking the mind (moth)...but in reality The above corresponds to the influence of various secret transmissions, and can be divided into two types according to the origin.

First, it comes from aberrants or esoteric apprentices. Through their instincts of mutation or some kind of mysterious method, they urge the esoteric phase in the soul body to resonate with the waking world, so that the power of the corresponding principle can be presented in the material The world... It's just that Watson currently has no successful first-order moth secret transmission, but no corresponding secret method, and he can't exert that strange and shocking 'influence' at all. Maybe he can try to dance with this seemingly friendly female dancer. How can readers communicate about this aspect?
Second, it comes from Mansu, or the real "influence" leaked inadvertently by the ministers, like some kind of law, authority and power, possessing a powerful power with greater depth and breadth, and it is easy to deal with it. The waking world has an obvious impact, and it does not consume any consumption of the user. The only disadvantage is that when stealing that trace of 'influence' in the Mansu, you are also affected by it. If your willpower is not strong enough or you are secret If the traditional cultivation base is not enough to control, I am afraid that he will lose control and die like the figure on the top of the jagged boulder seen earlier!
Watson's thoughts were over in an instant, and he immediately showed an expression of enlightenment after hearing the female dancer's words.

"It turns out that this is 'influence'!" He humbly asked for advice: "Actually, I stumbled into the esoteric world by mistake, and I don't know much about this knowledge. Could you please give me some pointers?"

The female dancer covered her mouth with a light smile when she heard the words: "It's not about advice. Since my husband and I have chosen the path of transformation, we can be called like-minded friends. Besides, since that night in the shedding club, we have still It is quite a fate to meet again in this vast forest, maybe... this is the guidance of the moth."

Watson didn't expect that the female dancer would still remember the night at the Shedding Club, and he only made eye contact with her for a brief moment.

He nodded in agreement, "There is indeed some kind of extremely ingenious fate."

"By the way, ma'am, I don't know your name yet?"

The female dancer smiled sweetly, revealing a pair of intoxicating shallow dimples.

"Morstan, Mary Morstan."

　You have invested a sufficient amount of money, the greedy teacher smiled with satisfaction, the lamp in his skull has been brightened, the door of his pupils has been opened wide, you can push open the door of his pupils, and step into The room in the back of his brain.

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