Can I say no?

Mark subconsciously swallowed his saliva.

The end of refusing to dance with the puppet is in front of you.

Can he dance, will he?

If he fails to dance, he will surely die.

Before the crossing, even if he went to the disco, even if he twisted into a maggot, everyone knew who he was, and they would shout 666 to their face.

It's really time to test his skills, isn't he a layman who is only killed in seconds?

What to do?

Promise is death! If you don't say yes, you die!

The corners of the forehead oozed a cold sweat the size of a soybean.

At this critical moment, perhaps driven by his thoughts, the twenty-sided dice were thrown out again.

"Do...... Quiver...... Do......"

It's not the sound of the dice landing. This is the voice of fate!

Accidental, not accidental, the final number shown by the dice is [16].

There is no outrageous bad luck, and as a throwing result, this is definitely an excellent class.

I don't know what this mysterious and powerful dice will bring him.

Suddenly, a strong impulse surged up from the bottom of his heart, briefly dominating Mark's thinking.

His hands and feet seemed to be pulled by the puppet line, making a series of elegant movements - bowing, half a step on the back leg of his right leg, leaning over, swinging his left hand back, caressing his left chest with his right hand, and a standard curtsy salute followed by a sentence rushing out of his mouth:

"It is undoubtedly a blasphemy to respond to the invitation of a beautiful lady with a mortal body! Allow me to dance with you with my soul—"

The dancing puppet seemed to be stunned for a moment.

Her subtle pause made Mark wonder: Is it a coincidence? Or is this puppet intentional? Does it have wisdom too?

"Yes."

Dozens of blue threads, gentler than love threads, popped out of Miss Doll's fingertips and wrapped around Mark's body.

Before Mark could react, he found that his body was soft and collapsed, and his soul was actually forcibly pulled out of his body, he never thought that one day he would be able to see his translucent soul.

Excitement, nervousness, excitement, worry, all kinds of thoughts filled his mind.

He must find a way to dance this dance well, otherwise even if the dice prompt to this point, he will still not be able to perform this big show.

The slightly monotonous but crisp music of the music box still echoed in his ears, and he noticed that this was not any song on the earth that he knew, no, even if he knew, it was useless, and there were many rewards to the anchor lady Governor and Rocket, and when it came to music, he was a complete layman.

At this moment, his emotions precipitated, his mind was flying, constantly recalling every fragment of his memory, exploring every possibility, and finally presenting in his mind was ......

A jumping elf on an ice rink, a dancing prince.

Accompanied by the clear music box music echoing in the silent night sky, echoing in the ballroom of death, Mark's soul should dance to the movements of the dancing puppet.

What if he could wipe his dismantled spirit silk by his side at any time?

What if the soul is annihilated in situ in the next second?

At this moment, Mark completely forgot his fear and put his mind into the dance of the soul.

In the horizon, there are no terrifying underground dance halls, no weird seals.

In a trance, there was only the pure white ice dance field in front of me.

The people on the ice are like jade, and the son is unparalleled in the world.

He is not fighting alone, he is possessed by all the soul dancers of ice ballet, ancient and modern, Chinese and foreign.

He bloomed the hottest heat in the coldest ice rink, and he also shined brightly on the most terrifying stage.

The sun, moon and stars, the strange atmosphere, the threat of death...... At this moment, every second, all of them have become foils.

The first time I heard this music, with my understanding of music theory and dance, Mark still looks like the male protagonist in a girl's manga, reflecting his elegant dancing posture in the puppet's aqua blue eyes.

The clothes on his body staggered in the gliding, like seagulls flying on the blue sea.

Time flies, and as the last music of the music box falls, with the movements of the puppet, Mark's soul body spins in the air and lands steadily, and the graceful dance is cool and amazing.

At that moment, it was as if time had stopped......

The spirit silk was withdrawn at some point, and Mark's soul returned to his body.

Miss Doll's eyes widened, and the sapphire pupils reflected the moonlight, firmly enclosing Mark's figure in her pupils.

Mark, on the other hand, kept his last movement in sync with his soul. His heart was pounding, and he felt like he was going to leap out of his chest in a second.

He didn't know if he was passing the test, and after the short but intense soul dance, his ears were full of noisy noises: the distant wind that he couldn't hear just now, the noise from the shaking of rotten doors and windows, all poured into his ears.

There are countless chaotic images flashing through my mind.

Without the grace and pomp of the dance he had just had, he felt like a prisoner awaiting trial again.

As everyone knows, the doll straddles her left foot and stands on tiptoe, judging from her stiff mechanical body, this action is very strange, if it is placed on a person, it is a standard lady's ceremony.

She...... What are you going to do?

Different from the previous mechanical monotonous and inorganic sound, this voice gave Mark a feeling of emotion for the first time.

Although a little lame, more like a baby's babbling, she said it anyway.

"I ...... Can I dance with you for the rest of my life? ”

With that, she held out her hand slightly, waiting for Mark to kiss her.

Mark's heart stopped beating in fright.

It's okay to dance together.

A lifetime is free.

God knows what the hell you are, I just crossed over and was confused. Mixing with a mysterious being like you, am I too long-lasting?

But......

Directly refuse, who dares to guarantee that the female puppet will not be angry and let him act separately?

Promise?

Mark absolutely not.

Who knows if there is some terrible curse hidden in this?

Luckily, Mark has a wealth of experience in rejecting women's pursuits.

The corners of his mouth lifted, and he smiled charmingly.

"Tonight, I'm happy to dance with you."

No promise, no refusal.

Then, his brain fell into a wonderful state, and the image of the ice fairy played back in his mind frame by frame.

Memories overlap with reality.

In front of the strange puppet, he jumped back slightly, using his bent left foot as the fulcrum, his right foot was stretched horizontally, his hands were completely spread, and his upper body was pressed to almost the ground.

That's right, this is the signature move of a certain ice dance god [Fairy Kiss Ice]!

The only difference is that Mark is not kissing the ice, but a dance arena covered in blade scars.

The puppet froze.

I don't know if it's driven by the mysterious force behind her, or if it's because of her temperament.

She was clearly not used to being rejected. She should be angry.

But the movements of the handsome man in front of her broke the limits of her thinking - he kissed the floor of the dance hall reverently, as if using this action to tell the love of his life.

The most affectionate kiss is not dedicated to her, but to the dance ground that she enshrines sacred.

If she were to blame him for this, wouldn't that be her desecration of art and dance?

This time, it was her turn to get stuck.

Miss Doll didn't move, just stunned to see Mark facing her, respectfully, carrying a kerosene lamp, and exiting the ballroom step by step.

Finally stepping out the door, Mark stopped out of breath.

Warm teardrops would overflow from the corners of his eyes at any time, and his back was covered with frozen sweat, but he didn't bother to wipe it, he showed a signature gentle smile to the stunned puppet, and tilted his head slightly:

"There is no eternal dance in this world, there is only a moment of brilliant brilliance. Beautiful lady, meet again! ”

If you don't have a chance, that's goodbye!

Cough!

Whether or not you can get out of this ghost place alive depends on whether the puppet mends the knife or not.

Luckily, the puppet didn't move until Mark slowly closed the ballroom door.

He maintained his demeanor and walked away slowly, estimating that the puppet should not be chased out, and then he ran away.

I really want to spew out all the dirty words I know, and I'm afraid that there will be something else to chase and kill.

In the end, it was a classic Chinese song passed down by grandpa:

"The big knife slashed at the devil's head......"

After crossing over, he didn't dare to shout any words with the language knowledge left to him by the original owner, so he could only bully the ghosts here who couldn't understand it, and by the way, he emboldened himself.

Running out of the damn underground ballroom, he managed to find his way to the surface.

Unfortunately, the kerosene lamp burned out the last drop of kerosene. Mark ditched his lantern and ran away in the hazy moonlight.

He ran towards the road with vague and fragmentary memories, and the scene in front of him was blurred, and even the sound of the wind was like a devil crying.

Even if he saw a former companion on the side of the road who had become eighteen pieces, he couldn't care about touching the corpse, and ran out like crazy.

When he ran to the gate on the edge of the castle in a state of confusion, feeling that the dawn of survival was in front of him, suddenly an exaggerated wind rolled up in front of him......