My Iyashikei Game Chapter 756: I’m a little stage fright
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Hands hanging down, the old man seemed to be dancing with his life, as if a leaf slowly fell to the root of the tree, and every dance was a lifetime.
Staring blankly at the mirror with hollowed out eye sockets, the special aura of the old man slowly disappeared. His back was still stooped, his white hair was scattered all over his head, and the wrinkles on his skin became more obvious.
"Old man, can I try it on the stage?" Han Fei can't dance, but he has a super memory and absolute control over his body. He has memorized every movement of the old man, and he can complete it" Rubbing" down.
"You can do it anytime, even if you don't join the club in the end, you can still come to dance in the future." The old man seemed to be recovering now, turned around, and replied towards the place where Han Fei made his voice.
"Okay." Han Fei was not polite, he wanted to complete the task as soon as possible, and then explore here after his blood volume recovered.
Put away the Rebirth Knife, Han Fei stood in the center of the stage.
He is an actor, familiar with all kinds of stages. He used to perform silently on the stage without audience, showing his life.
His hands were like ripples on the lake, slowly stretching towards the sides. Han Fei combined the softness and masculinity of the human body. He concentrated on recalling every movement of the old man, and tried his best to achieve the most standard.
At first, Han Fei was only doing it for the task, but when he was jumping, he felt that those movements seemed to be calling him, as if the rushing water flowed naturally on the ground without any intentional modification at all.
"This is the dance of the deep world"
The ghost pattern on Han Fei's body was triggered, as if it were some kind of totem engraved on his body. He no longer tried hard to do every movement well, but began to appreciate the power inherent in these movements.
As Han Fei had guessed before, the old man's dance was not an ordinary dance, it should be some kind of sacrifice dance.
When Han Fei was halfway through the jump, gray shadows appeared on the surrounding mirrors, and the looming faces quietly poked out of the mirror.
The temperature in the room began to drop, and Han Fei, who was fully immersed in the dance, didn't notice it.
As the dance progressed, Han Fei began to hear people's whispers, and the scene in front of him also noticed a change.
Scenes of **** and cruel scenes appeared in those ordinary looking mirrors, death, killing, despair, all horrors revolved around a shrine, and that shrine was also different from all the shrines Han Fei had seen before .
It is completely made up of corpses, the base is the arms of living people, and the gate of God is a cut open chest.
When Han Fei wanted to look into Shenmen, his eyes seemed to be pricked by needles, and he felt a tingling pain.
The movement was a little slow, but in order to complete the task, Han Fei endured the pain and continued to jump.
The whispers in the ear slowly dissipated, and the scene in front of him returned to normal. The mirrors were still those mirrors, and there was no shrine in the mirror, only Han Fei and the old man whose eyes had been gouged out.
Han Fei struggled to finish the last move, and then sat down on the stage. His back was soaked and his cheeks were covered with cold sweat. He seemed to have brushed shoulders with death just now.
"Please pay attention to player number 0000! You have successfully danced, obtained the primary dance ability, and obtained the E-level special dance——Sinner."
"Elementary dance: Dancing with heart can improve this ability, use skill points to improve, and can only be upgraded to advanced specialization."
"Sinner: You are a sinner who dances in shackles. You dance wildly on a stage without an audience, paying homage to the dead souls who were killed by you."
"Attention! This dance has a chance to attract dead souls, and has a chance to temporarily increase physical strength, brain power, and spiritual threshold. It can only be triggered once every 24 hours."
The system prompt sounded, and Han Fei felt that his efforts were worthwhile.
"You're a good dancer, you're very talented." The old man stared at Han Fei with dark eyes, with a hint of satisfaction on his face.
"You can't see, how do you know I dance well"
"Your dance has touched many souls, and I can hear their voices. A good dance is not just gorgeous movements and difficult skills." The old man stretched out a few fingers silently: "Spiritual feeling, fusion, Using the body to communicate with the world is my understanding of dance.”
"Teacher, can I learn to dance with you?" Han Fei was curious about the identity of the old man, but he would not be so stupid as to ask directly.
"You want to learn from me." The old man hesitated: "My dance will bring bad luck, are you sure?"
"Sure." Han Fei replied with certainty.
"Then I can't teach you either." The old man, who has always been taciturn, seemed to be in a better mood after meeting Han Fei: "You can try to discover other hobbies, I can feel your real interests Not dancing."
The old and the young walked out of the dance studio, and Han Fei returned to the "Calligraphy Practice Center". He entered the room full of dead characters.
"This is the place where several other members like to stay. Unfortunately, they haven't come back for a long time, and they don't know where they went." The old man stood outside holding a black umbrella, and he didn't enter the house.
Han Fei, who was only thinking about completing the task, looked at the dead characters in the room, and he needed to find the most special one among them.
There was no time limit anyway, so Han Fei simply sat in the room and read each word.
At first, Han Fei didn't think there was anything wrong, but the more he looked at him, the more uneasy he became.
If you keep staring at a word for a long time, that word will feel strange.
Han Fei stayed in the room full of dead characters for half an hour, and he didn't know the characters anymore.
In his eyes, the dead characters seemed to be slowly changing shape, as if they were moving by themselves.
"Calligraphy is an art that reflects life. The author's emotions will be soaked in the words. Every dead word is like a **** knife. Every word feels like a life to me."
Han Fei didn't know how to appreciate calligraphy, but he had a wealth of experience in dealing with ghosts. When the characters gradually deformed, he immediately took out the Butcher's Knife.
The blade of human nature lit up, and Han Fei took the butcher knife and began to copy those dead characters.
It directly spreads a blank sheet of paper on the original words, and rewrites them with the rebirth knife.
This blade made of human nature can clearly perceive killing, and most of the death words contain hatred and killing intent, after all, the word itself has the meaning of death and destruction.
A full hour passed, and when Han Fei was about to use the Butcher's Knife to write a dead letter in the corner behind the door, the light on the Butcher's Knife suddenly disappeared.
"I don't want to destroy that word in my next life."
There is also a dead character written in the most inconspicuous place in the house, but this dead character seems to be different from other characters, and there is no hostility in it.
Just when Han Fei discovered the difference in this word, all the other dead characters in the house turned into faces of dead people. They kept their dying appearance, staring at Han Fei coldly, as if He was going to tear off Han Fei's face and leave it here.
Without any hesitation, Han Fei wanted to use the death knife to cut out the special dead character, but the dead character slowly turned into a child's soul.
"He's called Puppy. He's a child picked up by a member here. He's timid and a bit stupid. Don't hurt him." The old man seemed to have remembered something, and shouted towards Han Fei inside the room.
Han Fei also stopped what he was doing, and the faces of dead people stared at him. As long as he didn't hurt the puppy, those dead people didn't seem to hurt him either.
"Player number 0000, please pay attention, you have successfully found the most special character, obtained the elementary calligraphy ability, and obtained the writing method of dead characters."
"Calligraphy: one of the basic hobbies, and you don't have a high degree of fit."
"Writing in dead characters: Writing divine characters with special fonts will trigger unexpected effects."
Han Fei listened to the prompts from the system, and it seemed that the interests and hobbies of the deep world could change a lot of things. If they were used well, their effects should not be much worse than those of hidden professions.
"It seems that I have to be a person with a wide range of interests."
Han Fei had already completed the two requirements of this ordinary E-level mission. He walked under the old man's black umbrella, and the two came to the "garden" together.
Compared with the other two scenes, this one is more cruel and intuitive. Every flower is a person.
"The task requires me to pick the next flower, but also to ensure that it will not wither immediately."
Walking into the "garden", the weird feeling is hard to describe. The ground is full of corpses, and the torn heads are neatly arranged like this.
"Which one of you wants to leave with me?" Han Fei used the ability of speech, and he was talking to plants.
The blossoming soul flowers trembled. They woke up in their bodies and looked at Han Fei quietly.
How flowers made of living people bloom Han Fei doesn't know, and he doesn't want to know. If possible, he wants to take all these "flowers" away.
Black raindrops fell in the middle of the flower field, and drops of pitch-black rain poured into their souls. They struggled to crawl out of their shattered skulls, but those black rains were like black threads, sewing them and the corpse together together.
The only way to regain freedom seems to be to "bloom", the soul explodes, and only then can it be released from bondage.
Picking up the shovel next to him, Han Fei was about to dig out the corpse, but the souls showed terrified expressions.
Hearing the noise in the yard, the old man also spoke to dissuade: "After you pull out the root of the flower, it will never be able to bloom again."
"I just want to try the popular soilless cultivation." Han Fei dug up the ground, and he saw the dense blood vessels underground.
The blood vessels of all the corpses grow together, and if one corpse is dragged out, the surrounding corpses will be implicated.
"You must not destroy this place. If the gardener sees it, she will be very angry." The old man touched the iron gate and urged Han Fei to leave.
"Is the gardener a member here too?"
"Yes, just by the sound, she is a very petite and kind old lady, but all the people in the club who made her angry seem to have never made a sound." The old man reminded kindly.
"There is no more sound..." Han Fei looked at the flower field. Those who provoked the gardener were probably in the soil~IndoMTL.com~ Reason told him to be careful, but the task was not enough The last step.
Han Fei put the shovel back in place and combed the blood vessels on the corpse with his hands. He wanted to try to dig out a corpse and take it away.
But before he could dig too deep, the old man who had been persuading Han Fei suddenly stopped talking, and Han Fei also felt the chill behind him.
He turned around and glanced, and at some point a huge figure appeared at the entrance of the back alley. More than three meters tall, with a stout and burly body, she dragged the corpse of a monster with her left hand, holding the monster's head with five fingers, as if holding a toy; her right hand was deformed and swollen, and it was covered with the curse of the dead.
"What are you doing?" The voice that didn't match the figure came from the gardener's mouth. It sounded like an old lady with a bad temper next door.
Han Fei stroked his blood vessels and dared not move, while the old man whose eyes had been gouged out quietly walked aside with an umbrella, as if he was also looking for someone.
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