Nightmare Apostle

What's even more frightening is that Dao Na's figure silently appeared beside Tong Han, raised her swan neck, and then spun gracefully.

This is a strange woman wearing a purple dance costume. She is as proud as a swan. Because she always holds her head high, Tong Han cannot see her face clearly.

She didn't even notice how the woman appeared. There was obviously no place to hide someone in this small room.

Suddenly, Tong Han felt a sharp pain in her wrist. She endured it to keep from humming, and Mr. Hou, who was spinning at high speed, finally stopped.

Mr. Hou bent his knees slightly and gave Tong Han a gentle salute, "Miss Tong, you are really excellent, better than the female dancers I have seen. I have always believed that men can also be competent female dance partners, and they can be the best." The one that differentiates beauty based on gender is a blasphemy against art."

After saying that, Mr. Hou took Tong Han's arm, exerted a slight force, and took back Tong Han's white wrist. At this moment, the lights above his head turned on, the shining light ball went out, and the tape recorder playing music also stopped. The room was empty, and the purple-clothed dancer disappeared, as if everything before was an illusion.

Tong Han moved his sore wrist and asked carefully: "Mr. Hou, I think your attainments in the field of dance are not as simple as a simple hobby. You should have received systematic training in a formal dance company, and The experience of performing on stage at the Grand Theatre.”

After finishing the dance, Mr. Hou was in a good mood. He looked at Tong Han with admiration in his eyes, "Miss Tong, thank you. I'm just an abandoned child that no one wants. I'm not worth mentioning. But Miss Tong, if you can If you continue on this path, your future is limitless. As a girl, your innate conditions are much better than mine..."

Anyone can hear the regret in Mr. Hou's tone. Tong Han is a sensitive person, and she is keenly aware of Mr. Hou's jealousy hidden under his regretful appearance.

If we don't understand why Mr. Hou became like this, we won't be able to find a way to break the situation. This first dance caused his wrists to turn white, and we don't know what terrible things will happen next.

Under Tong Han's words, Mr. Hou slowly revealed his sad past. He was originally an orphan and lived in an orphanage. Later, because of his good figure, he was lucky enough to be selected by the dance troupe director who came to select people. Join the dance troupe and stay in the dance troupe from then on.

He exists as a training partner for key training targets. During his childhood and adolescence, because his body was not fully developed, he could do better than ordinary female dance partners. He also got the opportunity to be on stage and the applause of the audience. He enjoyed this life very much. .

But as he grew older, his frame became bigger, and his body shape became a lock that restricted him. A new generation replaced the old one. From this moment on, he was ruthlessly abandoned by the dance troupe. No matter how hard he tried, it was useless and he lost his ability. The most precious opportunity to be on stage.

"I do better than those female dancers, work harder than them, and endure hardships better than them. As long as I'm on stage, as long as I'm dancing, no matter what kind of injuries or accidents I suffer, I will never cry out for pain. The stage is everything to me, and dance is my life!”

The more Mr. Hou talked, the more excited he became, and the makeup on his face became more and more eerie. "Later, I captured all the female dancers into my apartment and asked them to have a fair competition, so that they could also feel my strength." Pain, the result...I won, there was no doubt about it, they couldn't bear the extreme pain, I was more focused than any of them!"

Tong Han suddenly thought of the purple-clothed dancers who appeared not long ago. Now the situation was obvious. Those dancers who failed in the competition were all killed by the men in front of them.

This man is a lunatic!

Suddenly Mr. Hou smiled, his smile was chilling, "Miss Tong, don't you want to know what happened to those female dancers?"

"I just want to dance, Mr. Hou." Tong Han also smiled and stretched out his hand, palm up, as a gentlemen's invitation.

Mr. Hou's eyes lit up, and he immediately stretched out his hand and put it in Tong Han's palm. The lights were turned off, the light ball above his head burst into brilliant colors, and the tape recorder played a new track again.

This time, more girls appeared in the room. There were 4 people in total, wearing dance costumes in four colors: purple, white, pink, and green. The four girls danced around them, with elegant and beautiful dancing postures. As Tong Han watched, Come on, these four people are not inferior to Mr. Hou.

But the strange thing is that these four people all have their heads held high, no matter what action they make, they are the same, and Tong Han can't see their faces at all.

But as the four girls spun around, there was blood on their white necks. Tong Han realized that the four girls had injuries on their faces.

The blood was running down his face.

There would be no strange behaviors for no reason during the mission, so she judged that the four girls kept their heads high to cover up the injuries on their faces.

After thinking about this, Tong Han found the right opportunity and took advantage of the moment when the girl in purple approached her. He suddenly jumped up on his toes and in the air,

She finally saw the face of the girl in purple,

The girl's originally beautiful face now looked horrifying, as if she had seen an extremely terrifying scene before she died. Her mouth was enlarged, her tongue was cut off, and blood was constantly spilling from the corners of her mouth.

But before his feet landed, Tong Han was hit in the abdomen with a huge force. His whole body flew out like a cannonball and hit the wall hard.

Originally, such an impact was enough to kill Tong Han half of his life, but Tong Han struggled to get up from the ground and looked at the wall behind him that was blocked by dark red curtains.

In the previous collision, Tong Han was buffered by a strange softness, so she was not seriously injured. At this moment, she took a deep breath. Under the slightly deformed curtain, the toe of a pair of purple dance shoes tightly wrapped with wide transparent tape was exposed, facing her.

The right foot of the purple dance shoe was covered with blood and collapsed unnaturally, as if it had been crushed by a heavy object.

Tong Han did not dare to move. Now she knew that the bodies of the four female dancers were in this room. In order to cover up the stench of the corpses, they were carefully wrapped with transparent tape and hidden behind the curtains on these walls.

"Asshole!" Mr. Hou was furious. "What are you doing? You disrupted the rhythm of the dance, do you know that?"

"A precious performance was ruined because of a small mistake of yours! You are just like those four guys who can only shout and make mistakes. You don't know how to respect the stage at all!"

"You have such a good physical condition but you don't know how to cherish it. You are a waste of God's gift. Damn it! People like you deserve to die!"

Mr. Hou was venting his dissatisfaction in his heart. When he was angry, he actually took out a pair of large scissors from his back. There was minced meat hanging on the sharp edge of the scissors. "Miss Tong, I respect you as a guest. This It's okay for the first time, but if there is a next time, don't blame me for being ruthless! "

Tong Han wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, stood up shakily, bowed deeply to Mr. Hou, and apologized frankly, "Sorry, Mr. Hou, I interrupted your dance experience, I won't do it next time."

The first time she broke her wrist because of distraction, if it wasn't for the body buffering this time, I'm afraid she would lose half her life. The third time, Tong Han had no doubt that she would lose her life, die tragically under the big scissors, and then be left here forever as Mr. Hou's collection, standing behind the curtains every night with the other four female dancers, quietly appreciating his dance.

After a rest of less than a minute, the third dance began. Tong Han and Mr. Hou danced tacitly, but at this moment, the smile on Mr. Hou's face disappeared, replaced by full resentment. He hated why Tong Han had such superior conditions but was unwilling to work hard, and he hated himself,

Why was she not a girl.

Under the broken colorful light, the other four female dancers appeared one after another, but their true faces had been seen, and now they no longer disguised themselves.

Four corpses with different causes of death danced strangely beside Tong Han. Some had their tongues cut off, some had their chests pierced by sharp weapons, and even the girl in the green dance costume had a leg broken. She was dragging her broken leg and dancing wildly, twisting her body.

A group of demons dancing wildly, this was Tong Han's feeling at the moment.

But Tong Han's heart slowly calmed down. She noticed that the four corpses had something in common. The front half of their right feet had been crushed by heavy objects, and their dance shoes were bloody.

Thinking of what Mr. Hou had said before, no matter what kind of injuries and accidents I suffered, I would not cry out in pain, and asked for a fair competition with them, so that they could also feel my pain. Tong Han guessed that the dance troupe dismissed Mr. Hou, and the inside story might not be that simple.

It was not because of gender or age issues, but because of him himself. There was something wrong with his body, his feet!

Thinking back, Tong Han instantly recalled that when they first met, Mr. Hou had stared at her feet with envy and praised that these feet were born for dancing.

With a general direction, Tong Han began to pay attention to Mr. Hou's dancing posture, and soon found that his main force points were on his left foot, and his right foot was only for cooperation.

After several confirmations, Tong Han concluded that Mr. Hou's right foot was injured, and the injury was very serious, almost ruining his dancing career.

The specific injury should be on the forefoot or toes.

At this moment, the third piece was about to reach its climax. In the background, there were several women's heartbreaking screams, mixed with the sound of sharp weapons piercing the flesh, as if the past tragedy was replayed in front of him, and Mr. Hou no longer pretended, and slowly took out the big scissors from behind.

There was not much time left for Tong Han, she made a prompt decision, raised her foot, and stepped hard on Mr. Hou's right foot. The next second, accompanied by a heartbreaking scream, Mr. Hou fell down.

Sure enough, this was the ghost's weakness. Tong Han turned and ran. She rushed towards the door. Seeing this, the other four female dancers also took strange steps and followed Tong Han. After the door was opened, the four female dancers rushed out first and their figures disappeared in an instant.