[MTL, BL] Horror Game Live BUG is Actually Me (Book 1)

Chapter 149 - The Hell of Social Animals

Along with this eardrum-scraping "music", the dance moves of the women in the audience became more and more distorted. Some of them were hunched over their waists and couldn't get up, some were dragging a broken leg all the time, and some had their necks twisted beyond the level of a living person. Blood gushed out from all over their bodies, soaking their clothes, dripping into a string on the ground and flowing in a puddle. But they didn't seem to know the pain and never stopped their dance steps. But their movements, not so much dance steps, have become terrifying behaviors of specter dancing, all kinds of struggles and scratches. With the same uncomfortable music, what Fu Yan saw was no longer a group dance show, but a lot of purgatory.

In the dream, Fu Yan couldn't explain the feeling of watching this performance, and it seemed that he couldn't refuse such a terrifying performance at will. I don't know how long he watched, his hand finally raised and waved, and everything stopped.

The noisy voice disappeared in an instant, and the female ghosts dancing in a ferocious group also seemed to be pressed the pause button, and instantly settled in place. The next moment, a miraculous scene happened, the female ghosts flew up in a rustling, and headed towards a silhouette in the middle! They turned into afterimages, as if they were wrapped in layers by the middle one, and finally all the female ghosts were concentrated on one female ghost.

Of course, she was also wearing a red dance dress, but there were dark or light bloodstains all over it, making it hard to tell whether it was originally a red cloth or whether it was stained red with blood. There is also a red gauze top on her head, which is also stained with red and black blood, and she cannot be seen. She walked towards Fu Yan, but finally stopped in front of the bottom step, raised her head and asked Fu Yan, "Don't you like my dance?"

"I don't like it, and I don't hate it either." Answered, in a nonchalant tone, "You are resentful, angry, and revengeful. You are showing your suffering, and in my knowledge, this is not a dance."

"This is really sad." Very tactful, but also very cold, the two contradictory qualities are mixed together, making Fu Yan feel that she is particularly separated. She continued: "But the other big ghosts like it very much. I bear the resentment of thousands of women, and every strand of me is a story of a wronged soul. When I sing, the ghosts wailing, and when I dance, I hate women. It's sad. The big ghosts from all walks of life like to watch this kind of frenzy like fried ghosts, why don't you like it?"

"Because I'm not them." Hearing that, Fu Yan spoke coldly again, "You used to dance in the past. The object has been defeated by His Majesty, and you should go to His Majesty to perform a dance."

"But Your Majesty doesn't want to see it." The female ghost said quietly, "Your Majesty said that poetry, songs and dance music are the hobbies of the consul. "

No." Fu Yan denied a sentence, but did not clarify what he was denying. He just said, "Go away." The

female ghost said, "You don't want to see me either, I'm going to show someone. Woolen cloth?"

"Show it to whoever you want to see." Fu Yan replied, "Your Majesty fights for the sake of fighting, and has no interest in anything else. He won't care about you, and I won't care about you either. You are willing to dance, If you are willing to do other things, you are willing to go to the south, east, north, and west. If you want to challenge His Majesty one day, you will face it yourself, and you don't have to serve again."

"What if I am willing to serve you?" The female ghost stood under the steps, looking Fu Yan said, "I heard that there is only one little female ghost serving you, and that is just one. I am one, and there are millions. If I serve you, you will have thousands of maids. How many do you want me to be? What kind of appearance, young or old, I have everything in your mind."