Fairy’s Box

After going through the rotation of the stairs, you can vaguely hear the noise from upstairs, which seems to be accompanied by a strange music melody.

The six of them whispered and discussed, and they all regretted that there was no roast goose in their hands. Where can such a good ghost be found.

Afraid of making a noise, the group almost crawled to the end of the stairs, and before they probed, they were dazed by the loud noise.

"The worst bar is a hundred times quieter than here." Amber muttered in a low voice, covering his ears.

Corell turned his head and gave him a vicious look, raised his index finger and made a mute action.

The entrance to the second floor is just ahead. Yale first stretched out his axe, but there was no response, and then he waved it vigorously, but there was still no response. He simply threw the axe in through the entrance, and immediately retracted into the stairs, until the sound of the heavy axe falling back, but nothing happened.

At this moment, Daenqi had an idea, he patted the frame behind Amber lightly, and said in a low voice:

"Perhaps, we can ask about the magical oil painting."

"I think they probably won't tell the truth." Cathy patted her chest with lingering fears.

"Doing this may help them recognize reality..." Corell pulled a candle from the wall.

Yale nodded, walked under the bust of a middle-aged man, stretched out two fingers, and made a fierce expression:

"What's up there?"

The middle-aged man in the painting showed a look of fear, hesitant to speak, until Corell held the candle aside, and then shuddered and screamed:

"Prom! Prom!"

"What dance party, make it clearer." Yale hurriedly asked, while Corell shook the candle in his hand.

The man in the painting jumped up and down in fright, as if out of his intellect, he could only keep screaming the words "prom".

Corell strode forward, set the frame on fire without hesitation, and stared coldly at the man in the painting, howling and turning to ashes.

Then the two went to another painting...

After asking around, they still got the same answer, until Cathy prayed to stop Corell, and the rest of the painting was saved from bad luck.

"Don't you think the melody of this music is somewhat familiar?"

Betty lowered her head to listen for a while, and then her body suddenly trembled. She raised her pale face and bit her lip:

"When my grandfather died, this was the melody that was played by the funeral band."

"It's just a goblin's bad taste!" Yale walked over to Betty and whispered in her ear:

"Don't be afraid, we will definitely go back alive."

"Well..." Betty's eyes were slightly moist, her head lowered, and she slowly calmed down.

"Cough cough." Corell coughed and eased the somewhat embarrassing atmosphere:

"It's not the way to wait like this. Yale and I go to explore the road together. I want to see what's weird."

The two climbed to the exit lightly, and probed left and right to look.

The dome is a huge chandelier filled with colorful candles, turning slowly in a clockwise direction. The floor is covered with petals, and a group of brightly dressed dancers are slowly pacing to the melody of the music, and the air is filled with the smell of alcohol.

Corell almost thought that he had returned to the world and was at the entrance of a large party, and his previous experiences were all illusions.

"Why are these people wearing masks."

Yale found that the group of people did not respond to the appearance of the two, so he spoke boldly.

"Are you sure they're human?"

Corell also acted recklessly and even deliberately broke the seat next to him, but the group of people remained unmoved.

The rest of the people were greeted by Yalei, and Amber couldn't help but ask:

"They can't see us?"

"Just try it..." Yale picked up the axe he threw up earlier, walked to a dancer in a long dress, and cut straight at it, stopping only one centimeter away from the mask.

"It seems that you can't really see it." Dai Enqi stroked his chin and said.

Corell poked under a dancer's nostril, frowning and asserting:

"Not humans, they don't even breathe."

Boom...boom...boom, the clock struck three times, as if they had received some kind of order, and all the dancers stopped.

"I have a bad premonition..." Amber felt a chill surge into his heart, and said with clenched teeth.

The disgusting mourning came to an end, the ballroom fell into eerie silence, a puff of white smoke erupted from the center of the stage, and with a tooth-crushing metal friction, the six coffins slowly rose, the coffin lids popped open, and the inside of the coffins was empty. Nothing.

"Hee hee hee, first of all congratulations on your successful arrival on the second floor, let's play a game."

Calendula's voice came from all directions, and this time, she didn't seem to be planning to show up:

"There are six coffins here, don't let these dolls climb in, or they will be resurrected as you, and the replaced people can only dance and dance until their body and mind rot into mud."

As soon as she finished speaking, from the conductor of the stage band, all the dancers in the hall rushed towards the coffin crying as if they had just woken up from a big dream.

"How can you succeed!"

Yale threw the axe violently and chopped up seven or eight "Dancers". From the gaps in which they broke, you could see the rotten flesh that had almost disappeared, as well as the gray-black bones.

"They are dead! Only skeletons." Corell roared before smashing several corpses.

Yalei swung the big axe to smash the skeleton dancer continuously, panting heavily:

"Corell, you take Betty and Cathy to find wine and candles, and Amber and I to guard the coffin! We have to burn them, or it's endless!"

"Okay! Betty, Cathy, come with me!" Corell rushed towards the wine table with red eyes.

"Amber, Dainqi, let's go!" Yale threw the axe again, smashing a skeleton that was almost crawling into the coffin.

The skeleton dancer's fighting ability is lackluster, it is said to be stronger than the flower demon, but it is also limited. They are better at being agile and ignoring pain, which is actually nothing. The real pressure that Yale and the others are facing is the horrific fact that once they climb into the coffin, someone on their side will die.

A skeleton dancer dragged half of his body into the coffin and was about to close the lid when he was dragged out by a large hand.

"Get out of here!" Yale finally took the lead, arrived next to the coffin, and yanked it violently, tearing it into countless bones.

Deanqi dropped his weapon, rushed forward, slammed away the skeletons with his body, and tried to close the coffins one by one.

"Go to hell!" Bourne roared, smashing a skeleton that was pounced on Dainqi.

The three of them encircled the coffin, stubbornly supporting it so that no skeletons would enter, but the physical strength of human beings is limited, and the turbulent sea of ​​skeletons seems to be endless.