Taoist Quick Wear

Si Qingyan, who had all his limbs intact, was undoubtedly very attractive. He declined many invitations and found a secluded corner to sit.

Si Qingyan deliberately reduced his presence. No one looked at the corner for a second. Even if they wanted to go there, they would subconsciously avoid it.

The waiter was carrying a tray and was about to pass by. He saw a handsome gentleman sitting here from the corner of his eyes. He was instantly puzzled. Why didn't he see this person just now?

"Sir, would you like some red wine?"

Si Qingyan saw that everyone who was not dancing was holding red wine or champagne, waved his hand, and asked for a glass of red wine from the other party.

After shaking, it presents a silky and delicate flow texture. The blood and wine are fused into a strange state, and the aroma is overwhelming. Dangerous and full of vitality.

However, Si Qingyan did not intend to taste it.

This should be taken from the blood of a young girl. Before they were on the verge of death, they saw all the beautiful things in their imaginations and thought they were going to heaven, so even their blood was filled with joyful longings. However, the death in the next moment made this dreamy longing solidify forever in that moment, becoming the sweet food of many ghosts.

Si Qingyan still held the glass of wine, and her pale fingers contrasted with the bright red, which was particularly eye-catching.

"The warm-up for gentlemen and ladies has ended. Let us invite the host of the banquet, the Duke of Blood Rose, Mr. Downs..."

The host of the banquet suddenly amplified his voice, and the originally elegant music gradually disappeared.

In an instant, a beam of light hit the platform on the second floor.

It was a small balcony designed specifically for banquets. Precious metals such as gold and silver were hollowed out and carved into a spiral staircase, with countless flower vines entwined on it.

The man in a black tuxedo had a handsome face. Compared with other ghosts, his body was also very healthy, but he wore a bow tie on his neck, which was not very flexible when turning, and occasionally the black sutures under the bow tie would be exposed.

The Duke of Decapitation?

Si Qingyan didn't know much about the history of this world, but instinctively felt that this person should be a famous person.

"Good evening, everyone. It's an honor to invite you to my banquet."

"Today's theme is emotion."

He pronounced it with an ancient and elegant accent.

It is similar to the common language of the West.

Si Qingyan had no communication barriers after receiving the memory, and knew that he was referring to strong emotions.

"Parents play an irreplaceable and important role in life."

"The first exhibit, appreciate the clay sculpture, the Virgin Mary."

A young woman with soft features hugged her child in panic. A raging fire had already ignited behind her. In the end, she and her child were burned to charcoal. The two were mixed together and made into a clay sculpture to commemorate their postures in life.

Although the whole work looks holy and beautiful, it still has an evil atmosphere.

"What do you think?" Duke Tang Qi smiled a little stiffly, and his posture tried to be humble and polite.

"Oh, that's really an incomparable work of art. I think it's great."

"Yes, I think so too. The person who came up with this idea is a genius!"

"I think it's a masterpiece to shape the noble and selfless love of a mother so well."

Discussions broke out.

"Okay, let our maker introduce his inspiration."

After Duke Downs finished speaking, the light originally focused on him jumped into the crowd, and a space was quickly left around the person who was swept, and a platform about two meters high rose under his feet. It made him higher than other guests, but lower than Duke Downs on the second floor.

It was a middle-aged man with a beard, his eyes were red, his body was charred, and some flesh was exposed. He looked very hideous and terrifying. It can be roughly judged that his death was inseparable from fire. He stood on the platform with the clay sculpture named the Virgin Mary.

"I was originally a sculptor, living happily with my wife and children. Then I fell in love with drinking and gambling, and the money I gave them became less and less."

"That woman actually fell in love with someone else and wanted to take the child and leave me."

"I beat her so hard that she could never speak again or crawl out of our home."

When he said this, his scarlet eyes flashed with pride.

"Oh, well done! That's what men should do!" someone cheered below.

"Smelly men who are like beasts should die." Some people scolded him.

The middle-aged man suddenly became excited and howled loudly:

"She actually set fire to me while I was drunk, this bitch."

"Hahahahahahahahahaha..."

"Oh! So beautiful, die well..."

This moment was filled with cheers. What they celebrate is death itself.

"Hahahahahahahaha I thank her! I thank her for letting me taste the beauty of death. To thank her, I went back and burned them to death in the same way!" The middle-aged man laughed wildly.

Many guests also laughed wildly.

The atmosphere was very lively.

"I finally created the most proud work of my life. I hope you can recognize my talent."

The middle-aged man said, and bowed elegantly to the people around him.

Applause and cheers rang out, and the light on his body became much weaker.

The largest beam of light was concentrated on the second floor and condensed again beside the Duke of Downs. He announced the second exhibit, "phonograph".

The whole audience fell silent, and a hoarse, sad, and gentle female voice sounded. It was an incomparable graceful voice. In her singing, it seemed as if you could touch heaven, open the window, and the child-like young angels flapped their white wings, laughing and playing in the holy heaven. It seemed as if you could see the clear fountain under the moonlight, flowing from the eyes of the mermaid princess.

All elegance, beauty, and purity can be found in her singing.

After the phonograph ended, the second maker began to speak.

His hair was stuck to his head like weeds, his clothes were tattered, he was dirty and thin, and there was a bloody hole between his eyebrows. He looked like he died of a gunshot wound. There are many such people in Dark City. They are one of the most humble people in the entire Dark City, relying on begging and stealing to survive.

"She is as elegant and beautiful as the moon in the sky. Ladies and gentlemen, I believe no one can escape the magic of her singing, not even me. I love her too much. I follow her every day. She is everything to me, my theater angel, my crystal princess, the person I love and desire most in my heart, Miss Cecilia."

"However, she is afraid of me, hates me, and is afraid of me. She said I was a rat in the gutter and a bug in the sewer, and told me to get out of here and not appear next to her again."

"What did I do wrong? I just fell in love with her, wanted to see her every moment, wanted to see her sleep and wake up, and stay in my sight forever."

"Later, I died at the hands of the police station."

"I got her back, and got her forever."

"Praise death!!!" he shouted.

"Praise death! Praise death!"

The guests below followed him in the enthusiastic shouting, and the atmosphere became heated for a while.

The beggar smiled with satisfaction and said affectionately:

"My love for her will last until death. She will always stay in the phonograph, singing my favorite songs."

This story actually moved many female ghosts, and they all shed tears, but the tears were a little strange, some were blood, some were viscous unknown liquids, and some were black thick turbid liquids. The scene was not very beautiful.

Si Qingyan was silent throughout the whole process.

The third exhibit that appeared next was the love letter that caused Lan Sifei's death.

The maker was the girl whose eyes were pierced by roses.

She wore a white skirt and had a pious posture. If you only look at her back, she actually looked very holy under the light.

"I love him."

"I'm just the gardener's daughter."

"I've been watching him since I was a child. He is the most outstanding young master in the manor and the heir of the Feier family."

"He is noble and elegant, and never talks and laughs with those ladies of good family. He is so perfect, and he loves me too."

"He once smiled at me and encouraged me, saying that I could be a free woman instead of staying in the Feier family as a maid."

"He even suggested that I could go to church to study."

"Oh God, why is there such an excellent man like him in the world?"

"He is my god, my prince, and I love him forever."

"But such love is not allowed."

"My love for him was discovered. Later, the maids of the Feier family killed me and buried me in the rose garden."

"They said that my eyes were not worthy of looking at Master Lance, so they nailed through my eyes and pierced them with dry and rotten roses."

"So my ghost can't see him either."

The girl said, so sad that she sobbed.

The whole hall was very quiet. Even the Duke of Downs on the second floor wiped his eyes with a white handkerchief, and seemed to be moved by this miserable girl.

"It was death that gave me strength."

"I wrote a letter to Master Lance and asked him to meet."

"He came on the first day."

"He loved me as much as I loved him."

"He was looking for me frantically in the dark. He wanted to tell others about our sweet love."

"But this is not allowed. We cannot let our existence be discovered by humans."

"I can only stop him."

"I thought our love would be silent forever, but the Duke of Downs gave me this opportunity."

"This is the love letter I wrote for Master Lance. His soul stays here and will always tell his love for me in the love letter."

The girl finished.

The atmosphere in the audience was very warm, and many people thought of their love.

"Oh!!! What a romantic love story. It is no less than Romeo and Juliet."

"I can't stop crying."

"Even an old man like me who has been lonely all his life is deeply moved by the love of young people."

"Next, please choose one of the three exhibits to offer to the gods." Duke Downs said.

It seems that this is already a fixed procedure.

Maybe it's because the love letter was arranged in the best position, and the most people (?) chose it.

As the finale, the love letter deeply touched their hearts.

"Congratulations, Miss Maria, your love letter was chosen as a sacrifice to the gods." Duke Downs saluted the girl.

"Oh, Master Lance, I knew that you are always so excellent." Maria kissed the love letter in her hand affectionately.

But she found that the bloody letter turned into a smelly shoe.

That smelly shoe was the one under the feet of the second maker, the beggar.

The young man's clear and deep voice instantly rang in everyone's ears:

"Why don't you listen to what Master Lance has to say."

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