Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Reincarnation of the Strongest Sword God - Side Stories
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 246: What are you Waiting For?
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 324: Flying Seeds
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1173- Crystal Pillar rankings
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1172- Sky Monument Path
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 945: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (3)
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 17
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 620: The Young Man in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3828: Investigation
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 323: How Many Things Live Inside His Heart?
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 245: Present
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1171- Three abilties
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 944: Resisting the Mandate of Heaven (2)
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1170- King pearls
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 16
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 32: The First Trade
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 619: Old Monk in the Monastery
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3827: Discarded
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 244: Fear
The old man’s dance ended in the dark, and lost souls returned to the mirror. The elder lowered his hands. He seemed to dance with his life. Every dance detailed his life. The hollows stared blankly at the mirror. The special presence of the elder slowly disappeared. His back bent further, his white hair fell, and he had more wrinkles.
“Sir, can I try using the stage?” Han Fei didn’t know how to dance, but he had a photographic memory and absolute control of his body. He had memorized the elder’s every move.
“Of course, you can. Even if you don’t join us in the end, you can come to dance any time.” The elder slowly snapped back to reality. He turned and spoke in the direction where Han Fei’s voice came from.
“Okay.” Han Fei didn’t stand on ceremony. He wanted to complete the mission as soon as possible. Then, he’d explore this place further when his Life Points recovered. Han Fei put away Rest in Peace and stood in the middle of the stage. He was an actor, so he was familiar with all kinds of stages. He had once performed in an audience-less venue.
His arms were like ripples on a lake as they slowly expanded. Han Fei perfectly combined the suppleness and strength of the human body. He focused on the elder’s every move. At first, Han Fei was only doing this for the mission, but as he continued to dance, the actions appeared to be calling him. It was like a wave sweeping him along. ‘This is the dance of the cryptic world.’ The Ghost Tattoo was triggered. He stopped trying to copy the elder but started to express the innate power in the dance moves. As Han Fei expected, the elder’s dance wasn’t a normal dance but some kind of ritual. When Han Fei was halfway through, grey shadows appeared on the mirrors around him. The blurry faces showed up. The temperature in the room dropped. Han Fei was too focused on the dance to notice these.
As the dance continued, Han Fei started to hear whispers, and the scene before him changed. The normal mirrors started to reflect gory scenes. There were deaths, despair, and massacres
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