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Relying on his wild thoughts, Henry finally temporarily ignored the uncomfortable feeling in his body.

At this time, he almost bumped into the people in front of him, only to realize that everyone was already staying in an empty round hall, with a slightly hazy vision and smoky wind.

People around were equally blind to the smoke.

The four walls of the hall, likewise occupied by curtains of scarlet velvet, hung from ceiling to floor.

The whole room is still a strange dark red, but... where is the light source?

Henry was a little curious.He didn't see chandeliers, sconces, spotlights, so what made this place light up?

Illuminated by the light source from nowhere, the surrounding velvet curtains trembled slightly, as if something was about to move behind.

--more than.

Henry thought, although the feeling of being spied on has been reduced, but this hall seems to be slightly "unstable"?

Is it because their position is too high?Because of too much wind?Not so.

There was a faint smog in the hall, where did the smog come from?Is it coming in from behind the curtain, or is it emanating from the curtain itself?

Unlike the feelings brought to him by those bad smells, Henry subconsciously held his breath.

At any rate, he is a leader, so no one will notice this little trick for a while... right?

Zhang Xian was elbowed suddenly, it was a reminder from Mattikainon.

He quickly calmed down and looked at Jian Liang.

Jian Liang was standing in front of everyone.

He looked very solemn and made several gestures.

The dancers immediately lined up according to the formation rehearsed in advance.

Jian Liang was waving to Henry, Henry walked over, and Jian Liang asked him to stand in a certain position.

Only then did Henry lower his head, and found that there were big circles enclosing small circles on the floor, with red and black interlaced and circled.

The floor is also patterned in black and red, like some kind of mysterious symbol.

The positions of the dancers are all within a small circle with a diameter of half a meter.Although there should be only half of the people dancing the official sacrificial dance, the positioning circle here is actually a radish and a hole, which is just right.

These positioning circles are bordered by black patterns and centered by red patterns. The edges are smooth on the outside and jagged on the inside, and the bright red in the center is particularly eye-catching.

In Henry's position, the circle is larger, with a diameter of about one meter.The pattern is also more complicated and exquisite, with a total of seven circles inside and outside. The pattern has zigzags, waves, and little people holding hands, cranes and fish.

Henry secretly rubbed it with his toes. The floor was smooth and didn't look like a mechanism, so he stood up boldly.

For some reason, he felt the trembling of the surrounding curtains, which seemed to be a little more intense than before.

Jian Liang's eyes swept across every dancer again, staying on each of them for a few seconds, making sure there was no problem, and finally set her eyes on Henry.

"Relax," he said softly, "That's your honor."

The next moment, he left the small hall without looking back.

—the velvet curtain, together with the ceiling, swished into the sky.

When the curtain disappeared, Henry realized that his judgment was wrong.

It was not a hall with curtains on all sides.

It has no walls and is the center of the stage in itself.

The stage is surrounded by water, at least within his field of vision, and the road behind him may be the only way.

They are in a circular bottle-shaped hall, the stage and the water surface are the bottom of the bottle.

The bottle has a big belly and a small mouth, and black and red murals are painted on the belly of the bottle and the bottleneck that gradually converges.

It was a very enthusiastic dance, very grand, people dressed up to attend, the men were handsome, the women were beautiful, they knelt down and offered gifts to the master in the middle of the mural.

And the tall human figure in the middle of the mural, wearing a robe with complicated patterns and the same style as the emperor, with open arms, looks vigorous.

Henry's eyesight was good enough to see the person's facial features come to life, but he didn't know who the other person was.

If Jian Liang were to look at it, he might...not be able to recognize who the other party was right away.

After all, it is not surprising that the appearance of a 20-year-old is very different from that of a 70-year-old due to factors such as nutrition, stress, and accidents.

No one knew that that handsome man was old Du when he was young.

Even comparing with old man Du's photo, he couldn't recognize him at once - after all, in old man Du's memory, his appearance was perfect.As for photos?That's because photographers don't take pictures.

If the boys and girls had better eyesight, they could still clearly see the fascinated expressions of the men and women on the murals.Some of the faces were friends they knew, and some were simply themselves.

Only one or two faces were slightly blurred, for some reason.

Also... If you look closely, there are faint cracks on the murals. I don't know if the wall skin has peeled off over time, or it is a deliberate old effect.

The closer to the "bottle mouth", the more abstract the murals are, gradually turning into lines and patterns. The "bottle mouth" is open-air, and you can see the sky and countless stars when you look up.At this time, the rising "rotunda ceiling" was rising towards the open-air window.

However, no matter how flickering these countless stars were, they could not weaken the reddish light and hazy red mist in the hall.

"By the way, there is no audience here, who are we going to dance for?"

Henry was still thinking wildly, when suddenly a low horn sounded through the hall.

"Shh!"

He subconsciously raised his hand.

All the dancers also raised their hands in unison.

The festival music sounded, and the festival dance began.

Raise your hands and legs, spin and jump, run and shuttle...

Gradually, the dancers' postures are uniform, and the smiles on their faces have exactly the same curvature.

They heard the call of the gods.

They are willing to sacrifice their soul and flesh for the gods.

They seemed to be dancing in a royal theater, with a magnificent atmosphere.

They seem to be dancing in Qionglou Yuyu, feeling like they are in heaven.

Wisps of red mist moved with the dancers' gestures, and gradually wrapped around them, like a thin coat made of red yarn.

The coats are getting redder, while their faces are getting whiter.

Their movements became more and more wild, and their expressions became more and more numb. Only their eyes were burning with intense enthusiasm, like two clusters of small flames that would never be extinguished!

They dance faster and faster...

Henry could barely keep up.

Because the filaments formed by those red mist are many, thin, and very sticky.

He felt like the little stick in the hand of the cotton candy peddler, entwined with countless thin strands of cotton candy, once it got on it, it was very difficult to get off.

They surrounded him persistently, more than anywhere else, almost binding him into a cocoon.

However, the dance clothes he was wearing had a large area of ​​bare|exposed skin, as long as it got a little bit on, the stuff would ooze into his body, just like a needle, drawing his blood out.

In an instant, articles such as "If adults touch these parts, call the police, and parents are not allowed to touch them" appeared in his mind again.

Henry couldn't take it anymore.

Anyway, it's all here, at worst, he will jump off the dome.

Thinking of this, Henry suddenly deviated from the original track.

He stepped forward, already thinking about the next escape route.

Suddenly, there was a sound of "boom", as if hitting the heart directly.

"Boom, boom, boom"——

Henry suddenly felt something was wrong.

Festival music is normal, but in this paragraph, there are no drums!

Henry felt a great sense of stagnation, and the invisible force pressed him, controlled his limbs, and wanted to press him back to his original position.

This sudden sense of oppression caught Henry a little off guard.

He was a little slower for a second, and the red mist took the opportunity to "swipe" around him.

Energy is released from the body.

A voice kept brainwashing him: "Purify, purify, purify..."

Purify a ghost!

Henry felt that the thing was pushing him out while pushing himself in.

But that thing is like a gangrene, and it can't be shaken off.

Gradually, Henry seemed to understand the meaning of that voice: "Dedicate your body to me, and I will give you eternal glory..."

What the hell is this?

"I am the owner of Yongle Palace, dedicate your body to me, you will be the new owner of Yongle Palace..."

"The new owner of Yongle Palace? It sounds very good, but what's the use of me coming?"

"Power, fame, wealth, everything." The voice became clearer and clearer, making a solemn promise.

"These are useless." Henry is a system, what does he want them for?

The voice changed the subject and said seductively: "After you have power, you can keep your lover by your side forever."

Henry: "...?"

What?What lover?What's the meaning?

The voice continued to seduce: "As long as you move your mouth, the best doctor is on call to heal your lover's leg."

Henry: "..." Oh, you are talking about Zhang Xian.

——Wait, when did Zhang Xian become my lover?

——Wait, what is a lover?

——Wait, what is the relationship between me and Zhang Xian?

Just in such a daze, the red mist took advantage of the emptiness and entered, enveloping Henry.

It frantically snatched Henry's right to use his body, and it frantically drilled into Henry's mind.

The festival music is more powerful, and the impatience in it is more and more obvious.

The dancers have been wrapped in the red mist and are visibly thinned by the naked eye, but their dancing postures are still not deformed at all.

They are like marionettes, unconscious, with the little flames burning dimly in their eyes, the fire of life.

But—the sound of "Boom, Boom, Boom" came intermittently, and the faces of the dancers showed flashes of pain from time to time.

The red mist seemed to have life, stretching and shrinking, and continued to bewitch the sober dancer.

No one noticed that the surrounding walls vibrated from time to time, and the cracks on the murals gradually widened.

……

After Jian Liang sent the boys and girls to the altar, she immediately withdrew quickly—these red mist did not distinguish between enemies and friends, if he didn't leave quickly, his name would definitely be among the dead.

He didn't dare to disturb Elder Du to enjoy the sacrifice - of course, Elder Du didn't allow anyone to disturb him at this time - he just felt strange.It was originally scheduled to be a month later, and the offerings would be more "tasty" if they were "grown to maturity", but why did Mr. Du suddenly change his mind?

Could it be that the real world has changed and Mr. Du has to change his plan?

Jian Liang returned to her room which was also located in the high tower, ready to return to the real world for a look.

Like Du Lao, he is one of the few people who have switched between the two worlds except Teshisi.The conversion method is of course inseparable from the assistance of the equipment.

Jian Liang entered the 27th floor, which was his only floor, lay down in the luxurious bedroom, and put on his helmet.

Close your eyes, switch, open your eyes—

What Jian Liang saw was still the ceiling of the luxurious bedroom.

——He can't return to the real world!

Jian Liang was shocked, as expected, something happened outside!

Jian Liang anxiously dialed Du Lao's number, but no one answered.

At this moment, he felt the whole room tremble slightly.

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