Chapter 184

The gloomy and low tone echoed in people's ears, whirling and knocking out the same syllables. The players all looked pale and were forced to dance to the music, their movements were stiff and awkward. Even if they stepped on the toes of their dancers in panic and nervousness, they would not realize it.

No one expected the appearance of this song, like an ominous alarm ringing in the ears of the players, ruthlessly and cruelly piercing their thin and innocent delusions, as if the dark and malicious intentions were falling into the abyss.

Everyone's attention is focused on the man dancing alone in the middle of the dance floor

The pale man in front of him was wearing a bright red rose like blood in front of his suit, his stiff arms were half bent, and he embraced the air in his arms in a slow rhythm and danced in the spacious dance floor. The black soles hit the ground with clear and monotonous sounds. The feet, ankles, knees, wrists, arms, and tense muscles smoothly pulling the body to cause continuous movements, moving forward, backward, rotate, and feet, dancing intoxicatedly in the center of the dance floor—

It seemed as if immersed in my own world, moving with the music as if no one else was around, making my heart tense.

The players around them fell into a dead silence. They mechanically followed the gloomy tune in silence, as if some invisible hand had strangled their thoughts and throats, making their muscles tense and their faces stiff.

The music in my ears seemed to have become soothing, and the originally gloomy and sad tune seemed to be injected with some warm shadows, softening the cold edges and rainy coldness between notes.

Mo Yi noticed the change of the tune and looked over Wen Chen's shoulders and quietly at the person dancing alone.

The man's half-bent arms slightly closed inward, his pale face slightly lowered, as if he was staring at the invisible dance companion in his arms, his empty and dark eyes seemed to be filled with tenderness, as if he was staring at his life's love or the most precious treasure in the world. His footsteps slowed down with the music, and the music was as if he was flowing under his feet, and the deep emotions seemed to be about to come from his own.

The music in my ears seemed to gradually become more intense, the repetitive tune seemed to be adjusted in an instant, the dull bass was compressed into a suffocating moan, the high-pitched high notes tightened into a monotonous scream, as if the cruel truth of the warm face was lifted, and the pain and moan of witnessing its true face were compressed and condensed into every note, the dark and deep despair seemed to be deep bone wounds, and thick and foul blood flowed outward.

The man's pace became quicker, and the roses on his chest were shaking as if driven by the sudden change of movement of his master, as if burning flames were swaying in the wind, bright red and dazzling petals floated down from the fragile stems in overwhelmingly-

Swaying in the air, slowly falling onto the scarlet ground.

Mo Yi's eyes followed the rose petals, staring at it slowly falling to the ground in a daze, as if a drop of solidified blood had finally merged into the boundless pool of blood.

Suddenly, there seemed to be a scream in his ear, penetrated the vast thick white fog and entered his mind, as if he was slowing down, which motivated his slow nerves and senses. It took Mo Yichi several seconds to react. It turned out that the scream in his ear was real.

The harsh, painful, shrill scream was as if a sharp blade had instantly cut through the air, and it was immediately mixed into the instantly rapid music. As the gloomy tone gradually rose, it seemed that the danger of approaching gradually made the desperate retreat to the edge of the cliff.

Mo Yi turned around in the voice and found that the dance floor behind him had become a mess.

The viscous and rich blood spread on the ground, slowly flowing and spreading, and the strong smell of rust spread in the air. The pale and stiff face was stained with dazzling blood. The fingers that were as pale as the face were deeply trapped in the slippery wound without any obstacles. They gradually went deeper and deeper. Large swells of blood flowed out along the fingers that torn the texture. The screams of fear and pain were mixed with prayer and struggle murmurs, and gradually became crazy under the dubbing of the music.

The marble statues mixed into the player clenched their dance partner expressionlessly, completely ignoring the other party's use of their stone fingers to tear the other party's soft human body indifferently, and the broken internal organs fell to the ground along the cracked belly, and were pulled out with force as the body struggled desperately in great pain.

The bright red bloodstains splattered on the faces of the frightened players nearby, and the salty and warm liquid slid down on the delicate and cold faces of the marble and the warm and terrifying faces of humans at the same time. The heavy smell of disgusting blood spread in the scarlet hall, and the entire hall seemed to be soaked in a rich blood color.

Mo Yi's face froze slightly, and he suddenly sternly said: "Don't stop."

His voice was not loud, but it seemed particularly clear in a chaotic enclosed space, awakening the players around him who were stunned by the unexpected scene in front of him. They woke up like a dream and came back to their senses. Then they sweated in cold sweat and found that their pace had slowed down unconsciously, and they were about to stop.

And once you stop, it means death.

They continued dancing with their teeth, and the shock and fear on their faces subsided. The sticky blood and internal organs under their feet were stomped and kicked apart by the players' messy steps, but no one dared to stop.

The players who were attacked by the marble statues gradually weakened their breaths, their dispersed eyes stared at the distance in pain and ferociousness. The crying and screaming gradually became quiet, and they were finally covered by the gloomy and low music.

Blood seemed to gush out of the limbs endlessly. The pale marble was kneeling beside the broken corpse, inserting its hard fingers into the player's still warm body over and over again. It seemed as if every trace of water in the wet towel was wrung out, squeezing the blood out of the broken body, leaving only the corpse that looked like a stone statue pale due to excessive blood loss, cold and lifelessly hanging in the pool of blood.

The stiff player stepped on the pool of blood and broken limbs, dancing intermittently around the pale limbs piled in the dance floor, with music sounds that seemed to never stop.

The person who was traumatized by the cruel scenes and terrifying pressure in front of him could not help but start crying in a low voice. The crying as thin as a gossip mixed into the music, as if it was being carried by a river flowing in the dark, ruthlessly crushing the nerves and reason of normal humans over and over again.

Everyone's face was covered with pale masks made of despair, fear and thriller, but they could not stop their pace as if they were manipulated puppets, and they were dancing stiffly with bloody dance steps.

Mo Yi turned his head and looked at the man dancing alone.

I saw his half-bent arms slowly surrounding him, embracing the invisible dance companion in his arms as cherishedly, and his other hand slowly climbing up along the curve of the air in his arms, and then pausing in the air.

There was a strong smell of blood in the air, and the ground was filled with internal organs and limb fragments crushed by the steps of everyone.

His fingers tightened, and his knuckles were terrifyingly blue and white due to the force, as if he wanted to apply a fatal force to the imagined figure in his hand. His face seemed to be torn apart by two extreme emotions, but the dance steps under his feet showed no sign of stopping, and he was still moving on the gloomy notes-

One, two, three, four.

It seemed like a grand performance.

He is performing a silent murder.
Chapter completed!