This is a story full of "fairy tale" colors.

Just like the black swan and the white swan, there are two different Liao Xiaoe inside and outside the mirror.

The more popular and dazzling the white swan becomes, the more jealous the black swan in the mirror becomes, and the more it wants to replace it.

The door of the performance hall opened and closed, and the two uninvited audience members looked at the empty seats and the dark stage and looked at each other.

Although it was pitch black, the performance hall was not silent. Melodious music came from the speakers installed on all four sides, and the atmosphere inside the hall was completely different from that outside.

Nali took Yang Feiyu to the front row. The stage was completely covered by a heavy curtain, and they could not see anything.

Just as the two were about to climb onto the stage to investigate, a crackling sound of electricity broke through the music, followed by a mechanical female voice: "Please take your seats in an orderly manner and turn your cell phones and other electronic devices to silent mode. During this performance, you are prohibited from leaving your seats, talking to each other, taking photos or recording videos... I wish you a pleasant viewing experience."

The mechanical female voice had no emotional ups and downs, and the sound was a uniform female broadcasting accent. After reading a long string of content without any dragging, it quickly disappeared.

Then the music stopped, and in the originally empty and dim performance hall, the small oval lights on the armrests of each seat lit up.

Nari and the others had watched a proper performance before, so they naturally knew that in the dark performance hall, these small lights were used to help the audience identify their position.

When the small light is on, the audience can use the light to see the seat number on the armrest of the chair. At the same time, when someone sits on a chair, the light will change from green to red, which also makes it easier for latecomers to quickly locate the seat.

At this moment, Nari looked at the rows of seats that stretched backwards as if there was no end. Except for the two seats in the center of the first row, the lights on the other seats were all red.

This means that the chairs are full of people.

Yang Feiyu subconsciously reached out and grabbed Nari's sleeve. She also realized what these red lights meant. At this moment, the hairs on her body stood up. The empty performance hall was actually full of people. Anyone else would probably not be able to remain calm at this moment.

"Sit down first." Nari gestured for her to look at the two seats with green lights. The two of them sat down and felt completely uncomfortable.

After the two of them sat down, all the chairs in the performance hall were lit with red lights. At this moment, all the lights went out together, and then the speakers began to play new music.

"What is this..." The strange tune made Yang Feiyu frown immediately. She turned around and wanted to say something to Nari, but she felt her whole body suddenly cold. Nari, who was sitting on her right, raised her left hand and put an index finger in front of her mouth, signaling her to be quiet.

Whispering is prohibited.

Yang Feiyu suddenly recalled what the mechanical female voice had said, so she immediately shut her mouth and stopped talking, but her heart was still beating wildly.

Nari's gaze fell steadily on the slowly rising curtain. As the curtain rose, the first row of seats was able to borrow some of the stage light, and the view suddenly became much brighter.

On the vast stage, there was only one figure, standing in the center, her back to the crowd. Her costume exposed most of her back, revealing the scar that ran diagonally across her body. The overly prominent scapula lost its beauty and instead made her look deformed.

Pah pah pah pah…

As the stronger light shone on her, her upper body slowly turned around, her waist twisted, and a pair of bright red lips were painted on her face, which was painted with a layer of white powder.

She grinned at the audience, then bent her knees slightly as if to greet them.

Warm applause broke out in the performance hall. Unbeknownst to them, the empty performance hall was actually filled with "people". Most of them were charred black, while a few retained about a quarter of their normal bodies, but in different positions.

This group of strange "people" gave warm applause to the equally strange "her" on the stage, and the whole performance hall was filled with a strange smell.

The music creaked, like a toothless old woman trying to sing folk songs in her hoarse voice, the melody so piercing that it hurt her ears. But Nari turned her head and saw the person sitting to her right, with only half of his face left, looking enchanted, as if he were hearing some heavenly music.

The lights on the stage dimmed, leaving only a beam of light shining on the person in the center. This was her solo dance, with a certain "special" flavor.

Nari watched her touch the ground with her toes, then lift one leg and straighten it to form a vertical split with the other leg. Then, she turned her body, stretched her back, and climbed onto that leg with both hands.

After holding her legs tightly with her hands, she tilted her head back with a standard smile on her face, and her waist sank a little bit, pulling her legs down towards her head, and her whole body was like a bow.

Normally, after this posture reaches a certain level, the upper body must be rotated. After all, the human body has its limits, but the people on the stage don't have that.

She continued to pull her legs forward at this angle, her abdomen gradually pressing against the leg below her, her entire body bent into an N shape. The leg that stood still remained, the knee of the other leg just above her head, the calf facing outward.

Even in this position, her body didn't break or tear at all. Nari couldn't help but shudder. She suddenly realized that this performance was probably not a ballet show, but more like some kind of freak show.

As if to confirm her idea, the person on the stage maintained the N posture, and suddenly, both legs bent and folded towards the ground.

The sound of her knees hitting the floor struck Nari's heart, and she slowly "flowed" to the ground like a puddle of water.

Then the lower body folded towards the audience, with knees and toes pointing outward, waist twisted 180 degrees, head raised between legs, and face covered with a layer of white powder sandwiched between legs.

Her feet were still wearing ballet slippers, and she was still on her toes, but she had already begun to drag herself on the stage with her feet. Yes, dragging. Her hands had no intention of "helping" at all, they just lay on the ground and followed her body being dragged, like a rag.

Nari looked at her, and her eyes gradually met Nari's.

Like a bad child, an undisguised malicious smile appeared on her face, and then dozens of lights lit up on the stage, moving in an irregular manner and shining towards the audience.

Nari had a bad feeling in her heart.

Sure enough, the next second, these interwoven rays of light stopped and shone on dozens of spectators on the ground, including Nari and Yang Feiyu.