Three (?) Walk towards the dancing demons. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

In the solemn and wild singing, there are two contradictory emotions of jubilation and sadness, and the air is filled with the smell of wine and the smell of burning firewood.

"There's a guest coming!" A low roar interrupted the banquet, causing the group of ghosts who were immersed in the dance to turn their heads to look at the entrance of the village, where two people and an unknown creature were floating slowly.

Standing beside the campfire was the tallest of the ghosts, with a rugged face and a muscular physique, at least twice as tall as a normal person, and his whole body was bronzed in the firelight. The upper body wears a brown leather jacket, and the lower body is surrounded by a short skirt made of fur. He was clutching a huge black jar of wine, drinking wine, and it was he who was the first to spot the three (?) and let out that roar.

He seems to be the patriarch of the Oni Clan...... Or the leader, after all, all the ghosts are dancing around the bonfire, but he is the only ghost standing alone beside the bonfire, drinking the liquor in the feast. This unusual performance shows that he must have an extraordinary status in the ghost clan.

The group of ghosts separated a passage and let the ghost come out, and when he walked in front of Mu Qing, Zhibei could clearly see his face, and on the face that was indistinguishable from a human was painted black lines like insects and knife wounds, and two long black horns grew out of his bald head hideously.

And that's too high, isn't it? Zhibei's face was a little ugly, because he was almost covered by the shadow of this ghost, and this inhuman height gave him a lot of pressure.

The ghost smiled and said to the three of them (?) "The sun has set and the night is coming, and the living are always afraid of ghosts." What a rare daring guest! Hahahaha...... "Although the last laugh was loud, it had a strange meaning, which made Zhibei and Meng shudder.

Master Mu Qing smiled: "The forest is dark and the crows are chaotic, and the crazy people are happy to carnival at night. In Xia Muqing, he came to the banquet with his little friends Zhibei and Meng. ”

"Good!" The ghost raised his head and drank, and handed the wine jar to Mu Qing's eyes, "Drink one jar first!" ”

Mu Qing's smile was even better, in Zhibei and Meng's stunned eyes, he easily grabbed the wine jar that was about the same height as him, poured it with his head up, and the clear wine flowed straight down, but Mu Qing drank it without changing his face.

Suddenly, a long wind blew, in the night, before the trolls. The wine reflects the fire, the green shirt moves, and the person who looks up is suddenly extremely proud, so that Zhibei can't help but be stunned, is this the temperament of the fairy family? Even if it was a whole jar of wine, it was still drunk without hesitation.

Such an open-minded and heroic mind made Zhibei admire and yearn for it, and it was really the right one! This world, these wonderful people, these simple things.

Thinking of this, Zhibei's heart no longer had the slightest restraint, he touched his cute head and smiled happily like a child.

At this time, Mu Qing finally drank a jar of wine, he laughed three times, put the jar down, and said, "Good wine!" ”

"Hahaha! Of course, this is a ghost's wine!! I am the head of this village, and I welcome you to the banquet! The giant ghost opened his arms and said, and the group of ghosts behind him suddenly screamed and cheered.

So, led by Dark Death, the three (?) Joined the oni feast.

Surrounded by all kinds of ghosts, in the toast, although Zhibei has no habit of drinking, he was also poured half a large jar of wine, and the strong wine poured in from the throat with a mighty aroma, all the way hot into the stomach, a hot breath suddenly surged into the brain, Zhibei suddenly felt confused, and it was difficult to maintain sobriety.

He also let loose his bones, sang the strange songs of the ghost clan in a joy, and danced an unrestrained weird dance, except that there were no double horns, and Zhibei was completely integrated into the ghost feast

Although Meng on the side couldn't speak well, he was also poured a lot of wine, and now he has long lost the elegance of the eldest lady, and he followed behind Zhibei crookedly with [telekinesis], dancing his arms wildly.

Mu Qing followed the dark death to the side of the fire, drinking and chatting.

"Brother Mu Qing is really a good amount of wine!! Hahaha! Dark Death picked up a jar of spirits from the side again, patted Mu Qing's shoulder and said.

Although the ghost clan came quickly, Mu Qing did not react to the hammer-like slap, he also learned to snatch a jar of wine from the dark death, and said with a smile: "It's old now!" I can't drink that much! ”

"Then I'll fill you with such an altar again, and I'll let you go!" Dark Death watched Zhibei and Meng mingling happily in the ghost clan, and said with satisfaction, "But the young man you brought still has that ......"

"Moe is an elf." Mu Qing answered.

"Oh! They really like our banquet! It's better to be a ghost clan! ”

"Haha! You can ask him when the time comes! See if he wants to. Mu Qing smiled, but suddenly he became serious again and asked, "However, before I do that, I have to ask you about your purpose." ”

"The purpose? I think this is the reason why Brother Mu Qing came to us! Darkness grinned.

"That's right, I wonder why you became ghosts to protect your peace? Or is it to expand the territory? Mu Qing said bluntly, "Although I guess you are here to protect your own peace!" Because these days, few ghosts are willing to give an uninvited guest a jar of good wine! ”

"Haha!" The dark smile was full of slyness, "Then I won't know until you win!" Although it is forbidden to fight in the banquet of the ghost clan, if there is no competition, the banquet will not be very boring, come on, Brother Mu Qing, you are not so old in my eyes, let's compare! ”

"I took it, than what?" Mu Qing stared at him and asked.

"Than dancing, how?" Darkpass asked.

"Good!" Mu Qing responded.

Darkfade turned his head and shouted at the ghosts, "Everyone! The highlight of the banquet is here, so let me compete with this guest in this year's wine dance! ”

"Good!" "Dancing is the only way to make wine taste!" "Jump, jump!" "Hahaha!" The demons scattered the field with cheers, and the bonfire in the center seemed to be more violent.

Mu Qing and Dark Death walked to the open space next to the fire, and Mu Qing asked, "What is the comparison?" ”

"Sprinkle wine and light a fire, and we dance in this broken fire, and the more fire that draws on that side, the victory that side wins." Darkness said.

"Ignition?" Mu Qing looked at the ghosts who had already gathered on the side, ready to sprinkle wine and light the fire, and said, "This is interesting. Okay, come on! ”

Zhibei, who was mixed with the group of ghosts, looked at Dark Death and Mu Qing who were standing by the campfire, although his mind was a little unconscious, he still understood, these two (?) It was wonderful to try dancing, and he couldn't help but cheer with the others.

Cheering and cheering, he sang the rough and heroic song from before. Zhibei was in a trance, and in a hazy vision, he saw countless orange-red flames being thrown, fluttering like butterflies in the air, and Dark Death and Mu Qing danced together.

The huge ghost danced his limbs rapidly, and his powerful body did not stick to one place, but danced roughly, like a wild beast roaring in the ups and downs, full of the rude style peculiar to the ghost clan. The surrounding fires seemed to be attracted by his wildness, and gradually gathered around him, so that every stroke of his hand brought fluttering red fire, making the originally ethereal flames seem to have weight.

And Mu Qing on the side is not so conspicuous, his movements are soft and slow, and every dance brings up the green shirt fluttering, like a cloud that does not stick to anything, full of the ethereal atmosphere of the fairy family. The fire around him seemed to be lighter, and they were about to float away. However, Zhibei saw a huge power in that softness, as if a hurricane was wrapping around Mu Qing's body, stopping those fires who wanted to leave.

In the sporadic fire, the dance of one soft and one rigid is beautiful.

Dancing in wine

There are ghosts in the wind,

Come and feast around the fire at night,

Sprinkle wine in the wind,

Dancing with the Ghost Fire,

Whoever wins is on fire.

(The last paragraph is scribbled, if you feel that you feel good, then it's good, if you feel helpless, then just laugh, this is just the author's occasional middle two diseases.) ）