It was as if an invisible hand had taken away a highly saturated filter from this space, and soon the entire venue became deserted.
The glamour is gone, the brightness is hard to sustain, and underneath the gold and jade there always seems to be rotten rags.
Looking inside the venue at this time, apart from the collapsed stage and passageways, all that was left were the weathered and rotten seats, the weed-covered stairs and the mottled and faded stage dome.
At this moment, a red curtain suddenly fell from the rusty dome above the ruins of the stage.
As soon as the dazzling blood-red curtain fell, it turned into a rolling cloth wave that spread in all directions. Soon, it enveloped the entire venue.
Then......
With a whoosh, the entire conference hall disappeared into the void.
At the same time, on a stage in reality, a man in a suit came to the edge of the stage with a decayed and mottled glass ball in his hand, and carefully placed it on a shelf full of glass balls.
He wiped the dust off the glass ball with a delicate silk scarf, recalling the wonderful performances that had just taken place on the stage, and smiled with satisfaction.
"Look, the performances of mediocre people are always so wonderful."
He put the glass ball in place, then stepped back to the center of the stage, bowed to the empty audience seats, and said softly:
"The show is over, the fun is over."
As soon as he finished speaking, the red curtain of the stage fell, trapping him behind it.
But at this moment, a golden card fell out from behind the curtain with a "click", just embellishing the center of the stage.
The spotlight dimmed quietly, but before the light disappeared completely, the details on the card could still be seen in the faint light.
In the middle of the card were written the three small characters "Yongrenhui", and the card number was exactly...
No.11.
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