Mysterious as the Wind, Always With Me

I really want to scold the same words as thousands of people in the country.

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

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

"boom!"

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

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

Without even looking, Mark smashed the revolver without bullets in the direction of the face, and then climbed out of the chaise longue from the other direction with his hands and feet.

Just as he was desperately trying to escape to the gate, there was a flash in front of him, 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!

Just like a person leaning up against the sky and leaning on the ground, the curvature of one pair of legs is still normal, but the pair of arms are bent with anti-joint elbows, and the whole person is like a large spider crawling on the ground.

What made Mark's scalp numb the most was that his neck was twisted 180 degrees, and his chin was almost on the vest.

This honor really makes people wonder if the brain of its creator was hit by a carriage.

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

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

The golden slug radiated a wondrous glow and seemed to burn its mouth.

It doesn't care.

It grinned and loosened its jaw.

The metal slug fell on the stone brick, making a crisp "tinkling" sound.

The worst part is that he 'recognized' this face with fragmentary memory - the other party is obviously a partner who came with him on the adventure, a gangster named Parker.

Even the best Parker was sent, 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 damn monster would tear his body to pieces and devour its flesh.

"Damn!"

have what?

Is there any other way?

In the nick of time, the twenty-sided dice in his pocket glowed a soft and mysterious blue.

A voice penetrated Mark's mind and asked:

[You...want to be 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 reality can't be what you want, but, you can try...]

The dice suddenly popped out of Mark's pocket.

As if an invisible hand threw this dice, which symbolizes fate, out.

The monster in front of him does not seem to see the existence of the 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, unexpectedly and unsurprisingly presented the largest number [20] on it after being repeatedly rolled and spun.

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

After regaining consciousness again, the scene in front of him gradually became clear, making Mark fall into a dream.

It was extremely strange. If he had to use what to describe it, the left half of his vision was undoubtedly a nightmare. The elbow-turned humanoid monster was crawling on the ground, and the savage mouth let out a low, menacing roar. Between the elongated fangs, corrosive saliva dripped on the floor, burning the floor tiles, making a disgusting "sizzling" sound.

The right side of the horizon is a completely different style of painting——

Although looking forward to something appearing to kill the monster, when the knob of the music box on the altar turned by itself, the clockwork drove the mechanical gear, and made a crisp "tinkling" note, Mark still felt that his sanity Values ​​are plummeting uncontrollably...

The female puppet on the music box grew rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in the blink of an eye, it became a delicate puppet with a height of 1.5 meters.

This seemingly out of date loli doll took a graceful ballet step, and she tiptoed lightly towards the elbow-turned monster.

She seemed to be performing to Mark, the two wooden manipulators spread out, gently lifted the corners of the fluffy skirt, stepped back half a step with her right foot, bent her knee, and gave a standard ladylike salute.

Immediately, the left arm of the female puppet dancer that was close to Mark stretched forward slightly, raised the index finger, the middle finger and the ring finger were close together, the thumb pressed against the middle finger, and the little finger was gently lifted.

It is obviously a stiff and lifeless puppet finger, but after posing this graceful flower hand, it is stunned to show a feminine and slender feeling, pulling people into a strange aesthetic of fingertips flowing poetry.

This very elegant shape is like a peacock opening its screen in the wind.

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

Facing the horrible and disgusting monster, this mutilated puppet seems to be about to perform a much-anticipated ballet.

"Elegant! It's so elegant!" Mark exclaimed, it had nothing to do with who the dancer was, it was purely a tribute to [beauty]. He didn't notice that a streamer flashed in the sapphire pupils of the female dancer's puppet...

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

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

"Get out! Don't get in the way!" the elbow-turned monster growled.

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

Not a word of speculation!

She is attacking!

He raised his arms like a pair of lobster pincers, bent his left knee, and pressed his left toe against his right knee. His entire body turned at a high speed like a spinning top. His right toe on tiptoe ignored the potholes and quickly turned to the back-elbow monster.

"Humph!"

The monster's eyes were instantly covered with blood, and its body was thrown up:

Yes, shake it up!

That is coordination that is not human.

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

The monster did it.

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

It fluttered.

The dancing puppet jumped high, with legs open, arms stretched, and the whole body showed a standard [earth] shape. At this moment, gravity seemed to not exist at all.

In this way, she was parallel to the ground, flying a graceful semicircular curve in mid-air.

Only Mark, who observed carefully, just caught a glimpse of the doll's shoulders, and there were two blue lights connecting the shoulders and the ceiling.

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

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

Before waiting for the anti-elbow monster to react, the filaments of light were already wrapped around like countless octopus tentacles.

Mark originally thought that the doll had caught the monster.

He was wrong.

Wrongly wrong.

The light filament is like a water jet formed by a high-speed jet of water on the earth, and it can easily chop the monster into eighteen pieces in an instant.

When the scattered pieces of finely minced meat and the stench of blood formed a small area of ​​blood rain, and the crackling fell, Mark finally understood how the completely cut bones in the ballroom came from.

Like a puppet, her body drew an S-shape in mid-air, and then fell to the ground.

Her arms were spread out like wings, her legs were staggered and her knees were bent, and she performed a graceful finishing ceremony, as if she was dancing an elegant ballet instead of chopping a monster into meat sauce a second ago.

The ding-dong on the music box continued.

The dancing puppet turned around, and his inorganic pupils stared at Mark, who didn't dare to move.

Again, she walked on tiptoe.

The toe of the shoe tapped the ground to make a crisp sound, and the echoes of the da da were superimposed.

Originally, this was a fairly normal footstep, but under the background of the bloody corpse and the crisp music of the music box, it became more lonely and terrifying.

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

Mark had a sense of trance: it wasn't a mechanical structure at all, it was like a really broken skull.

Another [Arabesque] pose.

Another sentence that was equally cold and inorganic.

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

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

——

ps: The young writers in their early twenties are rolling all over the floor asking for recommendation tickets, rewards, investments, everything.