You're actually already dead, didn't you realize that all along?"
The voice of the tuberculosis demon reached Yoga Pants' ears, and she involuntarily began to tremble.
"No! Impossible! I'm alive! How could I be dead! I was just being groped and groped by that lewd scoundrel, how could I be dead?"
"Holding you and touching you randomly? That guy is a real hero. He can even touch a dead person like you." The consumptive chuckled.
Inside the private room, Lin Fan and the sorceress looked at the spider with strange expressions.
Spider, however, looked disdainful: "This guy looks like a playboy, but he talks in such a condescending way."
"He doesn't know how to play at all!"
...
"You're really dead. Look, there's no flesh left on your collarbone. And your arms, all the flesh..."
The girl in yoga pants looked down and, sure enough, saw the bones from her collarbone to her chest, and the rotting flesh between them. She instantly remembered that she had actually been dead for a long time.
"Oh, so I really have been dead for a long time."
She fell to the ground, stunned.
She stopped breathing instantly...
Red paper cranes fluttered, and she, wrapped in a blood-red paper coffin, drifted into the darkness.
The performance continues.
Ten, Nine, Eight, Seven...
As the numbers flashed, everyone in Lin Fan's private room watched the screen with a relaxed expression, eager to know who the next unlucky person would be.
The character [壹] slowly faded away.
The expressions on everyone's faces in the room froze simultaneously.
"impossible!"
"impossible!"
"how so!"
"They already chose someone from among us, so why did they choose us again?!"
On the television, a figure in theatrical robes stood in the center of the stage with a mocking smile, pointing at Lin Fan's private box.
This action completely broke the defenses of the girls in the private room. They cursed angrily, then, as if suddenly realizing something, glared at Lin Fan:
"It's all your fault!"
"You're the one who asked him to choose you, so this time he pointed to our room again!"
"It's all your fault! Hehehe..."
"But you're dead meat. He's definitely here to choose you..."
The girl, wearing a white gauze dress that revealed her thong, was hysterically cursing. Then she stared in disbelief as the spider's figure vanished silently.
...
"Hehehe, hehehe..."
Spider, who was craning his neck to watch the three female attendants break down, suddenly found that the bright lights and bustling scene in front of him had quietly disappeared, replaced by darkness.
He was taken aback, then remained speechless.
You chose me?
He asked, somewhat incredulously.
The only response he received was the mocking mask of the blood-red theatrical robe.
"Hehe, okay."
The spider smiled nonchalantly, then straightened up.
"Let's begin, I'm ready."
"Then... let's begin!" The blood-stained theatrical robe suddenly scattered into blood-red paper cranes, which were about to fly away.
The spider's body jolted instantly, striking a retro yet majestic ethnic dance pose.
The moment he opened his arms, his clothes on his upper body burst open, revealing his bronze muscles.
Raise your right arm high and backward, extend your left arm forward and slightly downward, straighten your head and turn it to the side, looking in the direction of your left arm. At the same time, raise your left leg, with your left foot about 20 centimeters off the ground.
The person froze instantly.
The blood-red paper cranes flew away from behind him, darting into the darkness to the side, as if they were a beautiful backdrop for a strange yet ancient dance created just for him.
He stood there, frozen, letting the blood-red paper cranes fly away completely.
Then he suddenly moved.
Twist your waist, swing your arms, shake your head...
He was like a god living among men, like the stone Vajra from Longmen Grottoes stepping out of the cave and dancing a divine dance in the endless darkness.
Sacred, eerie, and full of masculine power.
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Below the stage, all the memorial tablets were silent.
The little sister stared wide-eyed at the spider, exclaiming, "Spider brother is so handsome!"
"He's almost half as handsome as my brother." She said this very seriously and exaggeratedly, as if she had just remembered something.
Then he glanced furtively in his brother's direction.
Seeing that Lin Fan was also staring in disbelief at the spider's dance and hadn't heard what she had just said, she secretly stuck out her tongue and watched the spider dance intently.
A sense of power, flexibility, holiness, and eeriness.
With the enhancement of the [Dancer] sequence, he brought these strange sensations to their fullest expression.
Let the viewers be with the ghost.
We all forgot about the time.
It wasn't until the spider thudded its feet back onto the ground that people realized what had happened.
'Finished? '
'So fast?'
Lin Fan blinked, then clapped earnestly for the spider.
To be fair, the spider's dance was truly exquisite.
"Knock knock knock!"
A series of knocking sounds rang out, and the memorial tablets began to move incessantly.
Everyone involuntarily held their breath.
'If this doesn't work, then nobody should live. Destruction is the only option.'
This absolutely has to be approved!
That's amazing!
Spider-Man is so handsome…
"Clap clap clap—!" The crisp sound of clapping rang out, and the blood-red paper cranes gathered at the edge of the stage to form the shape of a theatrical robe.
"A superb performance!"
"Our audience is applauding you!"
As the figure in the opera robe walked towards the spider, he gestured with his hand, pointing towards the audience below.
The spider instinctively looked down.
All he could see were the memorial tablets, which seemed to transform into figures with dark, bluish-black faces, standing quietly behind the octagonal table, their eyes bloodshot as they stared at him.
A group of—dead spectators.
They raised their thin, withered hands and patted them gently, making a wooden sound.
Among this group of people was a strange little girl. She was wearing a red bib and sitting at the central octagonal table, holding incense and candles in one hand and a gold ingot in the other. She was smiling at him.
As her lips parted, he seemed to see praise for him in the shape of her mouth.
Spider-Man is so handsome!
spider:? ? ?
How did she know my name? Did I give myself away?
Wait a minute! She called me "brother"...
Could it be...?
The spider instantly realized a possibility and its eyes widened in surprise.
He wanted to greet the little girl, but suddenly found that everything he saw was blurring rapidly.
He returned to the private room.
The girls' awe-inspiring looks made him secretly pleased, but before he could rejoice, he, always a very considerate person, quickly said to Lin Fan:
"Xiao Fan, I think I saw my sister over there."
"She's sitting at the Eight Immortals table."
Lin Fan nodded: "I know."
The spider's body trembled slightly!
'It seems my sister really does have a body! I just can't usually see it!'
'Spider, you're so confused. Didn't she hold your hand at noon today?'
The spider thought a lot, but its mouth seemed to speak uncontrollably:
"She's eating incense sticks and gold ingots… How unhygienic! You, as her older brother, aren't you going to do anything about it?"
"What? Eat that stuff?" Lin Fan glared at his sister.
My younger sister always has a sweet tooth; she wants to eat everything and can eat anything.
But eating candles and paper ingots is a bit much!
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