This Game is Not Easy

Rough dance steps, clumsy movements, renaissance twists.

Along with the sadness and music that can only be found at funerals, a strange picture is formed.

Yet people enjoyed it.

Because, this is a whole new way of entertainment.

It's trendy! High society! It's national entertainment!

"Get up! Get up! Get up! Get up!"

The leader of the sad music team in charge of hosting began to shout again.

Li Hengben is a villager of Free Village.

Only with the help of the family, I was able to enter the city.

Become an honorable blacksmith apprentice in Guangyoucheng.

In the past few years in Guangyoucheng, he worked hard day and night and studied hard.

Finally, under the master of the blacksmith, I got a name and gradually learned the real skills.

Now when you go out, others will respectfully call him: Brother Heng.

Brother Heng heard that there was a new thing in the city recently.

Very fashionable, very trendy, very news.

All in all, it's classy.

He, as a man who will become a blacksmith in Guangyou City sooner or later.

As a young man who is always pursuing art.

How can you not go to this kind of place and watch one or two?

At first, he refused to let Brother Heng come to such a place.

Because no one can say that this place is trendy, he is trendy.

He needs to verify, inquire, and confirm before he can be sure that others are not lying.

In order to personally verify, what step he has finally taken to enter this brand new field!

As soon as you enter this strange building facade of the ballroom.

Brother Heng was stunned!

This, this, isn't this just a circle of wooden fences outside the cowshed!

I don't know, I thought a group of animals were grazing in it!

Take a closer look.

Incredible, Turtle x2!

The people inside are all high society!

Aunt Wang who buys tofu, Sister Xishi who sells scallion pancakes, Uncle Wang next door who sells steamed buns…

Oh my God!

And the guy at the inn who feeds the horses in the legend!

High, so high!

As I usually come into contact with, it is not a beggar with a broken leg who transports coal mines, or an old farmer in patched clothes, making farm tools day and night...

As a result, I saw so many high-class people gathered together at once today!

Ballroom, it's amazing!

"Get up! Get up! Get up!"

On the stage, I heard the broken gong voice that presided over the overall situation.

Brother Heng is excited again!

No, it won't!

impossible!

Home, it's actually him!

There is only the legendary heavyweight A Bing who sells coffins!

Known as [Death Praiser] Bing Ge!

And the brother behind him is not the death singing team that is popular all over the city!

Commonly known as: Funeral!

Excited.

too excited!

As soon as I entered the ballroom, I saw so many celebrities.

This, this is the meeting place of high society.

It's so~ cool!

Immediately, Brother Heng followed the music, the dance steps of the scholar and the strong, and twisted together.

I'm just so overwhelmed!

Under the leadership of the top Undertaker, Brother Heng immediately became addicted to it.

In the blink of an eye, it will be dawn.

The early morning glow fell on Brother Heng's haggard face full of happiness.

At this moment, he felt that he had reached life!

However, when the peak is reached, it means that the ebb is coming.

Brother Heng, who woke up, quickly discovered several problems.

If these problems are not found, Brother Heng will always be addicted to it.

But once discovered, it is like seeing a dot of ink on a piece of white paper, which cannot be ignored no matter what, even the black dot of ink becomes invisible and grows bigger and bigger until it occupies the entire white paper.

Finally, Brother Heng, who couldn't bear it, rushed in front of the [Death Praiser].

"Brother Bing, this dance hall is really amazing! But there are three things I don't understand. Can you explain a thing or two for me?"

"Say... say..."

The [Death Praiser] who had been shouting for a night, his face was haggard like a skeleton, his throat was about to smoke, but he was still in high spirits and kept pouring alcohol into his mouth.

"Then I'll be blunt..."

In order to make his question clearer, Brother Heng leaned closer to the ear of the Death Praiser and asked clearly.

"Why do you keep shouting the three words 'Hey up', repeating it back and forth?"

"You know... what do you know! You... do you know how I got the idea for this ballroom?"

"do not know…"

"It's imitated according to the structure of someone else's ballroom!"

...is it really okay for you to be so honest!

Brother Heng suddenly became more awake, with cold sweat dripping from his forehead.

"Then, does that have anything to do with you yelling [Hey up] all the time??"

"Nonsense, of course there is a connection! Because when I stole a teacher, I only learned this sentence!"

The [Death Praiser] who drank too high suddenly raised his voice by a level, but no one cared at all.

"…"

Are you serious? !

Brother Heng wiped the cold sweat that kept overflowing from his forehead.

"Then, then why does the entire dance hall sing only one tune back and forth from late night to early morning..."

"Because when I stole my teacher, there was only such a song over there, we know it!"

Na, Nani? !

"Then, then ask again, why, why are the dance moves that everyone gets excited about, all the same?"

"Because I'm stealing a teacher, I only learned such a move!"

I kneel to you!

Brother Heng feels that his worldview has been strongly impacted!

Dreamy high society, how can it be like this!

The truth, how can it be so cruel.

It turns out that everything... is a counterfeit!

"So, then where can one find a real, authentic ballroom?"

"Go! Go to the faraway city of Bensi, I learned all my dance hall skills from the dance hall there! I can still drink! I can still drink! Come on! Come on! Come on!"

Wake up!

Bensi City is right next door to us!

It only takes half a day to walk!

Brother Heng couldn't help holding his forehead and closed his eyes, feeling that he needed to be quiet.

And he didn't notice when he closed his eyes.

A line of blood and tears fell silently from the corner of his eyes.

I don't know if it's an illusion.

Brother Heng felt that the surroundings seemed to be quiet.

This puzzled him.

when he opened his eyes.

Nothing has changed in the surroundings.

The person who should be hi, is still hi.

It's just him, but he can't hear the sound.

It turned out that it wasn't that everyone was quiet, but that I couldn't hear the sound.

Then it will be fine~www.readwn.com~ It's fine!

"Brother Bing! Brother Bing! I can't seem to hear the sound! I can't seem to hear..."

Brother Heng grabbed the shoulder of Brother Bing next to him and shook it desperately.

However, the moment Bingge turned around.

Brother Heng suddenly widened his eyes, a chill struck, and the whole person froze from head to toe.

I saw Brother Bing's eyes, bright red.

Thick blood overflowed from Brother Bing's eyes, like a fountain, continuously!

"Bing, Brother Bing?! Eye, eye, your eye..."

"Eyes? What's wrong with the eyes, the eyes are fine! I can still be hi, hi, hi! Hi! Hi! Hi!"

No, it's not about getting high, it's your eyes bleeding...