I really want to scold a sentence that is the same as that of tens of millions of people.

But compared to swearing and complaining, it was his actions that were faster.

Without hesitation, he lifted the revolver and pulled the trigger.

"Bang!"

Accompanied by the dazzling golden firelight, the loud and powerful sound reverberated under the chairs and even throughout the ballroom.

At such a close distance, this shot should have hit.

Mark didn't even look at it, and slammed the bulletless revolver in the direction of the face, and then climbed out of the chaise longue from the other direction.

Just as he was desperately trying to escape to the gate, a flash flashed in front of him, and it came to him again.

In the dim moonlight and light, he could see for the first time what it was—

It's disgusting!

Like a person looking up to the sky and arching his body on the ground, the curvature of a pair of legs is quite normal, but a pair of arms are bent at the elbows, and the whole person looks like a big spider crawling on the ground.

What made Mark's scalp tingle the most was the 180-degree twist of his neck and his chin almost against his vest.

This honor makes one wonder if its creator's brain has been hit by a carriage.

It slowly raised its head, its face full of banter.

In the bloodshot upper and lower jaws, the teeth were bitten by the bullet he had just shot!

The golden warhead emitted a wonderful glow that seemed to burn its mouth.

It doesn't care.

It grinned and let go of its jaw.

The metal warhead fell on the stone bricks with a crisp "clanging" sound.

The most fucked thing was that he 'recognized' the face from bits and pieces of memory - it was the one he was with on the adventure, a gangster named Parker.

Even the best Parker was sent, and the fate of the others can be imagined.

The aura of despair filled Mark's mind in an instant.

Can't breathe!

Cardiopulmonary arrest!

He could have imagined that in the next second, the damn monster would tear his body apart and gnaw at its flesh raw.

"Damn it!"

What's there?

Is there any other way?

At the last moment, the twenty-sided dice in his pocket glowed with a soft and mysterious blue.

A voice penetrated Mark's mind and asked:

【You...... Want to be a part of fate? 】

As a staunch materialist, Mark gritted his teeth and shouted in his heart: "No! I just want to be the master of my own destiny! ”

[Maybe reality can't go as you wish, but you can try ......]

The dice popped out of Mark's pocket.

It was as if there was a big invisible hand that threw this dice that symbolized fate.

The monster in front of him didn't seem to see the existence of the dice.

Time seems to have stopped.

"Tick tock!"

The dice, the size of a penny in diameter and shaped a bit like a small pineapple, unexpectedly and unsurprisingly displayed the largest number, [20], after tumbling and spinning repeatedly.

Before Mark could react, not far from him, the light projected on the altar rose sharply, depriving Mark of his vision and briefly depriving him of consciousness.

Regaining consciousness again, the scene in front of him gradually became clear, making Mark fall into a dream.

It was extremely weird, if I had to describe it, the left half of his vision was undoubtedly a nightmare, the humanoid monster with its elbow back prostrate on the ground, its hideous mouth let out a low roar full of intimidation, and between the fangs that grew out of its mouth, corrosive saliva trickled down the floor, scorching the floor tiles and making a disgusting "zizi" sound.

On the right side of the horizon is a completely different style of painting-

Despite hoping that something would appear to kill the monster, Mark felt his SAN fall uncontrollably when the knobs of the music box on the altar turned on its own and the clockwork drove the mechanical gears to make a "clanging" note......

The female puppet on the music box quickly grew in size at a speed visible to the naked eye, and in the blink of an eye, it became a delicate doll with a height of 1.5 meters.

The loli doll that looks like it has just expired steps steps in graceful ballet, and she steps lightly on her tiptoes towards the monster with her elbows.

As if she were performing to Mark, two wooden manipulators spread, gently lifting the fluffy skirt corners, taking a half-step back with her right foot, bending her knees, and performing a standard ladylike salute.

Immediately, the female puppet dancer's left arm, which was close to Mark, gently reached forward and lifted her index finger, the middle finger and ring finger together, the thumb against the middle finger, and the little finger gently raised

Obviously a stiff and lifeless puppet finger, after posing with this graceful flower hand, it presents a unique feminine sense of softness and slenderness, pulling people into a strange aesthetic of fingertip poetry.

This very elegant shape is like a peacock opening the screen in the wind.

If Mark had enough knowledge of ballet movements, he would have known that this classic ballet standing position is called "Arabesque".

In the face of terrifying and disgusting monsters, this crippled puppet seems to be about to perform a ballet that has been watched by everyone.

"Elegant! It's so elegant! Mark let out a sigh of admiration, it had nothing to do with who the dancer was, it was purely a celebration of beauty. He didn't notice a flash of light in the female dancer's puppet's sapphire eyes......

"You...... Would you like to dance with me? ”

The voice of the female puppet is stiff and cold, and it sounds extremely weird, but in front of this anti-legged monster, it presents a strange beauty like a clear stream.

"Get out! Get out of the way! The monster roared.

For the first time, there was an expression on the face of a female doll, and it should be an emotion called [Annoyance].

Words are not speculative for more than half a sentence!

She's attacking!

Raising his arms like a pair of lobster pliers, his left knee bent and his left toe against his right knee, his whole body spins at high speed like a spinning top, and his right toe on tiptoe ignores the potholed floor tiles and quickly turns to the anti-elbow monster.

"Humph!"

The monster's eyes were instantly covered with blood, and its body shook up violently:

Yes, throw it up!

That's harmony that doesn't belong to human beings.

It is impossible for the muscles of the human arm to eject the body like a spring pressed to the extreme when the elbow is in a reverse joint.

The monster did it.

It's like a jumping spider, a small jump that swoops down on the high-speed autobiographical dancing puppet.

It swooped down.

The dancing puppet jumps high, its legs open, its arms stretched, and its entire body takes on a standard earth-shaped shape, and at this moment, gravity seems to be non-existent at all.

In this way, she flew parallel to the ground, flying a graceful semi-circle in mid-air.

Only Mark, who was observing carefully, managed to catch a glimpse of the puppet's shoulder, where two blue rays connected the shoulder to the ceiling.

The anti-elbow monster was unwilling, and after throwing himself into the air, he jumped up again and threw himself into the puppet in mid-air.

Suddenly, dozens of blue filaments of light popped up from the tips of the puppet's fingers.

Before the elbow monster could react, the filaments were already wrapped around like countless octopus tentacles.

Mark thought that the puppet would catch the monster.

He was wrong.

Couldn't be more wrong.

The filament of light is like a water knife formed by a high-speed jet of water on the earth, easily chopping the monster into eighteen pieces in an instant.

When the scattered pieces of flesh and the stinking beads of blood formed a small rain of blood, crackling and falling, Mark finally understood how the bones in the ballroom with intact cuts came from.

Like a marionette, her body drew an S-shape in mid-air, and then fell to the ground.

She spread her arms like wings, her legs crossed and bent her knees, and performed a graceful dance salute, as if she had not chopped a monster into meat sauce a second ago, but had been dancing an elegant ballet.

The music on the music box continues to be tinkling.

The dancing puppet turned around, and its inorganic pupils stared at Mark, who didn't dare to move.

Again, she walked on tiptoe.

The tip of the shoe taps against the ground with a crisp sound, and the echo of the clatter is superimposed.

Originally, this was a normal footstep, but under the backdrop of bloody corpses and crisp music box music, it became more lonely and terrifying.

Walking from the edge of the dimly lit ballroom to the altar, the cold moonlight shone on her body, shining on her collapsed left forehead.

Mark had a trance: it wasn't a mechanical structure at all, it was like a real broken skull.

Another [Arabesque] pose.

Another equally cold and inorganic word.

The voice was soft, like the verdict of a death judge.

"You...... Would you like to dance with me? ”

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ps: New writers in their early twenties are rolling around asking for recommendation votes, rewards, investments, everything.