life copy game

Chapter 508 The show begins

He Ao glanced at the girl's flower basket, under the crowded roses was the clean bottom of the flower basket.

This shows that it was the only leaflet this girl handed to him, and her main business was not handing out leaflets.

He Ao briefly turned on Super Memory and glanced at the flower girl.

The soul is weak, they are ordinary people, and they belong to the kind of ordinary people with low inspiration, so they should not see the weirdness of this leaflet.

He Ao squatted down, took the flyer, took out a skewer he just bought and handed it to the little girl, and asked softly in his not-so-fluent Jordanian, "Who asked you to give me this flyer?" ?”

The skewers are already a little cold, but it can't hide its attractive aroma.

The little girl looked at the skewers and hesitated for a moment, swallowed her saliva, turned her head and pointed to the other side of the square, "That sister over there asked me to give it to you, she bought me three flowers, and then asked me to put this flyer for you."

The little girl spoke very fast, but He Ao still roughly understood what she meant.

But at this moment, the little girl's tone stopped, "Hey, where's that sister?"

The place she pointed to was only the walking crowd, and there was no 'sister' standing there.

Therefore,
He Ao followed the girl's eyes to look at the flowing crowd, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

This is not aimlessly handing out leaflets, but an 'invitation' to him.

Things get interesting.

He Ao stretched out his hand, took the flyer, and handed the skewer to the girl, "Thank you."

He has eaten several of these skewers, and they are not poisonous.

For many ordinary people in Jordan, especially children, eating meat is not a common occurrence.

"Thank you brother!"

The girl took the skewers from He Ao's hand, and ran into the crowd in a hurry.

And He Ao stood up, staring at the flyer in his hand.

Ten o'clock every night, that is to say, tonight.

He Ao glanced at the time, it was six o'clock in the afternoon.

There are still four hours until the show starts.

So he had a meal nearby first, and after eating and drinking enough, he walked slowly towards Oak Street.

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nine thirty
72 Oak Avenue

This is a courtyard deep in Oak Street.

There was no signboard in front of the courtyard, only a young man in a straight suit with a smile on his face and a pale face stood at the door as a welcome.

This young man had an indescribable stiffness all over his body, like a long-dead corpse.

The courtyard door was closed tightly, and there was no one in front of the door.

There was no light on the courtyard gate, and the dim street lamps only shone on the steps in front of the courtyard gate, hiding the gate and the young people in front of the gate in the faint night.

"Sir, you look strange? Is this your first time here?"

When He Ao walked over, the young man smiled and asked in Tiya.

"Is this the Shadow Club?"

He Ao glanced at the ordinary courtyard gate, without any signs or instructions on the gate.

"Please show your ticket," the young man said meticulously, "Leaflets are also fine."

He Ao took out the flyer he had received and handed it to the young man.

The young man took the flyer, turned slightly sideways, and the closed courtyard door automatically opened with a creaking sound.

At this time, the young man made an invitation gesture and pointed to the courtyard,
"Welcome to the Shadow Club, please enjoy tonight's performance."

Behind the opened door is an exquisite small courtyard with some tables, chairs and parasols scattered in the courtyard, which looks like a bar or a specialty restaurant.

And behind these tables and chairs, there is a small door covered by a curtain. The dim light shines on the curtain, and there is faint music coming from behind the door.

He Ao stepped into the yard, at the same time, he briefly turned on his super memory and glanced at the young man guarding the gate of the yard.

What attaches to the young man is not the hazy soul of ordinary people, but a pure shadow.

This shadow clings tightly to the young man's body, manipulating the young man's body like the lines of a marionette.

This young man is no longer alive.

He Ao withdrew his gaze, passed between the tables and chairs in the yard, and opened the door curtain.

Behind him, the open courtyard door was slowly closed, and the young man who made the invitation gesture withdrew his hand, and continued to face the door sideways.

When the courtyard door was completely closed, He Ao also jumped over the curtain and entered behind the small door.

Behind this door is not some kind of theater-like arrangement, but a larger hall, where scattered small tables are placed in an orderly manner.

These small tables are surrounded by some seats or sofas, and these seats and sofas all face the same direction, which is the deepest part of the entire hall, a rectangular stage.

The faint and ambiguous dim light shines in the whole hall, and the melodious music echoes in the space.

It's more like a bar than a theater.

When He Ao walked into the small door, a waiter came over and guided He Ao to sit on the seat.

"Sir, is this your first time here?"

The waiter handed He Ao a menu, "Do you need to order some snacks? For the first time new customer, we have a complimentary glass of cocktail."

He Ao opened the menu, glanced at the empty stage, and asked casually, "Didn't you say there was a performance?"

"The performance started on time at ten o'clock in the evening. It won't be long. You can wait a bit."

The waiter said with a smile.

He Ao flipped through the menu in his hand, ordered a fried onion ring, chose a wine with a low alcohol content from the cocktails, and handed the menu back to the waiter.

Then his gaze swept around.

At this time, there were already many people sitting in the hall, some of them were drinking alone, some were chatting with each other, as if this was an ordinary bar.

After about four or five minutes, Howard's fried onion rings and cocktails were served.

Just then, a series of footsteps came from outside the door.

Three figures pushed open the curtain and walked in.

The aura of the three people is not weak. Two young people and one middle-aged man all have the standard face of the Tia Empire.

They also seemed to be here for the first time. The eyes of the two youths were shining with curiosity, while the leading middle-aged man was a little puzzled and wary, and his eyes swept over the 'guests' who were sitting under the stage.

He Ao just glanced at them, then lowered his head naturally, without being noticed by them.

The waiter at the side greeted them, led the three of them to seats near He Ao, and handed over the menu.

These three people should all be extraordinary, but not strong.

He Ao thought for a moment, picked up his mobile phone, and sent a message to the captain of the gendarmerie, roughly describing the appearance of these three people.

[This should be the person from 'above', that middle-aged man is the one who handed over the dossier to me today. ]
The captain of the gendarmerie quickly responded.

Ho closed the phone,

Sure enough, it was Moonlight Man.

So it's the people from Moonlight who found this place?
It shouldn't be like that, judging from their puzzled expressions, they should have been handed out leaflets and attracted over.

But the leading middle-aged man should have noticed something.

Things are getting more interesting.

He Ao has to say that the Shadow Club is indeed very courageous.

Among them, there may be reasons why this kind of hidden sect has never appeared in the main world, and they have no experience, but they should not be so stupid as to expose themselves directly to the gaze of the moonlight.

Time passed by minute by minute.

Shortly after the Moonlight Man arrives, a beam of light falls from the ceiling and illuminates the stage.

A man who looked like a host stepped onto the stage.

"Thank you all the guests and friends for taking the time to come to our Shading Club. The performance tonight is about to start. There are several new friends tonight. Welcome to come here. Please believe me, this will be the first time you will see in your life. The most important and best performance ever."

After his words fell, there was loud applause from the audience.

Those "regular customers" who were still chatting and drinking normally turned their eyes to the center of the stage at this moment. Their eyes were burning, and their faces were shining with strange excitement.

It seems that they are not spectators having fun in the bar, but believers who are meeting the gods.

Among the three people sitting in the moonlight not far from He Ao at this moment, the middle-aged man seemed to have noticed something. He took out his mobile phone, got up suddenly, and was about to pull his two companions away while making a call.

Ding--

At this moment, crisp music sounded in everyone's ears.

A barefoot woman in a light white dress, with white stockings wrapped around her feet, slowly walked out from behind the stage on tiptoes.

"Please enjoy the dance, 'Shadow Shadow'."

The host's voice came from behind the stage.

Soft, as if immersed in the soul of the music slowly sounded,

The middle-aged man who stood up suddenly seemed to forget what he was going to do for a moment, and stood there blankly.

beep--

The phone call in his hand was also connected at this time, and a puzzled voice came from the other end of the phone, "Zen, what's wrong?"

Hearing this voice, the middle-aged man finally realized something. He lowered his head with difficulty and stiffly, looked at the phone in his hand, and slowly opened his mouth. He seemed to want to say something, but no matter what, he couldn't make a sound. .

"It's okay, I made a mistake."

A voice came from behind him and entered the microphone of the mobile phone.

The voice was so familiar, it was his own.

Then a hand stretched out from behind his back and hung up the phone.

The middle-aged man turned his head back with difficulty, only to see the waiter who had just ushered them in standing beside him and looking at him with a smile.

Then he watched the waiter open his mouth, and continued in his own voice, "Everything is going well, nothing happened, the dance is beautiful, we can enjoy him quietly."

The soft voice of the waiter came to his ears, like a raving in the depths of his heart, he slowly put down his phone, sat back in his seat, and watched the performance on the stage.

Intoxicated eyes.

It's as if what just happened never happened.

And the two young men beside him had long been obsessed with the performance on the stage, their eyes were shining brightly with crazy brilliance, they saw the most beautiful things in this world, and they could give everything for it.

He Ao watched all this quietly.

From the perspective of Chao Yi, a huge shadow is emerging from the shining ceiling, and a series of hazy shadow tentacles extend from it, touching everyone under the stands, and attaching to their bodies , eroding their souls.

There was also a shadowy tentacle trying to extend down, eroding Ho Ao's soul.

Then in the next second, the tentacle was hit by the super memory power gathered by He Ao, and it was retracted like an electric shock.

He Ao picked up the cocktail on the table and took a sip, staring at the woman on the stage
This strength alone is not enough to 'invite' him over with confidence.

At this moment, the eyes of the woman on the stage looked at He Ao briefly, and they exchanged glances with He Ao.

On her mouth was a fiery red rose petal with some water droplets stuck to it, which reflected with her red lips.

She opened her mouth slightly, and the petals fell from her mouth, sliding down the crystal skin like flowing blood.

After this brief eye contact, she raised her head slightly, and her eyes moved away from He Ao, then she raised her slender hands slightly, and the wide white sleeves slid down her smooth skin, revealing her white lotus arms, like a spring breeze blowing wicker.

At this moment, the whole venue fell into an abnormal silence, as if only she and He Ao existed.

Dancers and spectators constitute the whole of this world.

The woman's hands flicked up, and while swaying, she grasped the void little by little, as if she was stripping something away.

Every time a little bit was peeled off, her body became heavier, like a shell that had been cast off.

This dance is indeed beautiful. Watching this dance, He Ao can directly experience the beauty from the senses, as if the word beauty has entered reality from the book.

At the same time, his soul began to tremble slightly, and as the dance progressed, a vast and magnificent gaze seemed to be trying to pass through the barriers of time and space, and cast its gaze here.

And at the same time when the attempt of this vast power descended, He Ao also felt something else.

remains.

Vaguely, he felt the existence of the vast and lonely ruins full of strange beasts.

He put down the cocktail in his hand and smiled.

There is only one thing that can make people feel the existence of the relic in the main world, and that is the 'space-time anchor' that opens the channel of the relic.

As he guessed, Moonlight and World Tree have not found the time-space anchor point for so long, because the time-space anchor point this time is not fixed in a certain fixed area, or a certain secret body, but by the person who tried to find it. The descending god was bound to himself by some means.

Although He Ao didn't know why the god did this, it was obvious that it was much more difficult to get the anchor point when opening the ruins this time than before.

And at the same time when He Ao sensed the breath of the gods and the existence of the ruins, the dance on the stage seemed to be coming to an end.

One after another illusory fragments are spliced ​​together in the air to form a new, illusory dancer.

She took a step, her feet tightly wrapped in white stockings stepped across the void, and walked to He Ao.

At this moment, in this area, it seems that there are two of her at the same time.

One is dancing on the stage, struggling to peel off the illusory fragments on the body, and the other is composed of illusory fragments, an illusory figure.

The flesh and blood body on the stage seems to be just a useless body that has been shed, and this illusory figure floating in the air is the life after the body is shed.

Bright red bloodstains filled the dancing flesh and blood body, the light shone on her body, but her shadow could not be seen under her feet.

"Your strength is somewhat beyond my expectations, your powerful soul is as dazzling as the sun,"

That phantom figure floated in front of He Ao.

The vast gaze from the great being was finally blocked out of time and space, but His dissipated power invaded reality and locked He Ao's body.

At this moment, He Ao felt that his body fell into a kind of rigidity that could not move. It was not that his ability to move was restricted, but that he lost the ability to move like a puppet.

"You had a chance to leave just now," the illusory figure continued to approach He Ao, "but you gave up."

"Your arrogance gave you the opportunity to join us,"

Her voice is hoarse and ethereal at the same time, with a wonderful sense of beauty, "The great mysterious shadow has lowered his gaze, join us, partner."

She stretched out her hand, as if to ask He Ao to reach out and grab her.

The distorted power began to try to invade He Ao's soul, and he felt that his 'body' was gradually becoming lighter, and he seemed to want to break free from that decayed body and transform into another existence.

"The will of the gods cannot be violated. You can either become an eternal slave or our partner. Your powerful strength will be blessed by the gods and become even stronger."

The woman continued to extend her hand to He Ao.

He Ao stared at the woman in front of him.

At this moment, he also fully understood the purpose of the Shadow Club's 'invitation' to him.

They have some kind of ability to observe the soul and find that Ho Ao is a very strong transcendent.

So try to collect him as 'one of my own'.

Of course, judging from the fact that the dissipated power of the god is still trying to erode his soul, it seems that this primitive sect does not want He Ao to retain his complete sanity.

The two choices given by the woman are actually, either die and become a minion who is completely irrational like a shadow, or become a servant who can only obey.

It's a rough and arrogant approach, but it can indeed turn 'He Ao' into their combat power the fastest.

The woman stared at He Ao, as if waiting for He Ao's reply.

But in fact, she didn't need He Ao's reply. The power of the gods would first try to transform this person into a servant, and if the transformation failed, they would directly kill him and turn him into a minion.

From the very beginning, He Ao had no choice, she just liked to let the prey think that they had the right to choose, and used this to distract the prey, making the erosion easier.

In fact, this was the first time for her to capture such a powerful 'prey' as He Ao. As the erosion progressed, besides being nervous, she also felt a sense of accomplishment.

The will of the gods cannot be violated. When the power of the gods comes, everything is over, and the prey in front of them can no longer resist.

And at this time, the biggest 'prey' she had caught so far in front of her eyes slowly raised her head and smiled at her, "I choose the third option."

The roaring train suddenly crashed into the old wall, awakening the people in their dreams.

The real show begins now.

　Too much to write, a little later.

　
(End of this chapter)