Chapter 95 Watching Dance
Everyone was shocked.
I couldn't help but look around inquiringly.
After the reminder, a vague sense of familiarity came over me.
If you want to simplify those overly extravagant scenes.
Just look at the pipa girl in the center, the man in red on the recliner, and the various people under the stands, ignoring the complicated decorations and the servants coming and going.
This scene is indeed very similar to the "listening to music" in the painting "Night Banquet in Changshou Palace"!
Chu Songjun confirmed his guess, but he felt even more uneasy.
The original "Night Banquet in Changshou Palace" was not a gathering place for ghosts, but just a banquet for ministers. Moreover, it was a five-act painting. So many people died in the first act, and the following acts would definitely not be easier than the first act.
Besides, what if they knew? How the ghost-like "Night Banquet in Changshou Palace" would kill people was still unknown!
He is now disconnected from the shadow, and there is only a broken and fragile body in the painting. Facing the threat of ghosts, what can he do...
Chu Songjun gritted his teeth.
But there is no need to think too much. Now, you can only take one step, look one step further, and move on to the next scene.
Xie Jinghe was stunned.
He couldn't help but quickly match those people to the locations in the picture.
Even though he didn't want to admit it, it was true.
He had never thought of the existence of this picture before.
How did Chu Songjun figure it out so quickly at such a young age?
Xie Jinghe couldn't help but look around at the people around her and bit her lip.
Just about to say something.
The Pipa Girl's tune had already reached the end.
“Zheng——”
The strings were tightened.
Xie Jinghe's pupils shrank.
The murderous intent flowed out as darkness fell.
Countless scarlet eyes were about to open from it, densely packed like stars in a painting.
The nobles all shouted: "Go!"
No one is a fool and can keenly detect malice.
Who knows whether those ghosts will still abide by the rules of cannibalism in this darkness!
Wang Youyu put his arms around the nearest person, and rushed into the screen like a wild bull, along with Lin Xiaohe, the twenty-third prince, Tian Dong and his own son.
Chu Songjun's throat felt even more itchy and he couldn't help but cough twice.
Just then, the tip of his nose twitched.
Suddenly I smelled a stronger smell of blood.
Was it the smell of the sleeve of the child who stole the ghost's snack?
Chu Songjun was a little confused.
Is the smell that strong?
Without time to think, Chu Songjun only felt himself passing through a thin barrier and suddenly rushed into a dark place.
The first thing I saw was a picture of dance and music.
***
“Ah—ah—ah—”
The woman's low moaning voice mixed with the sound of the pipa rang out.
The graceful and soft body is dancing to the drumbeat.
The light red gauze is flying on the raised limbs.
The singer's murmurs followed the hazy air and slipped into their ears.
Their hearts were beating like the drums in the hands of the dancers, following the beats of the drums.
All that was left in their eyes were the dancer's shy and timid eyes.
Countless outstretched arms swayed in the air in an orderly manner, as if plucking their heartstrings.
They stood in the center of the stage, and the boundless gorgeous colors flowed throughout this medium-sized room, catching everyone's attention in an instant!
The huge impact almost made people who rushed from the first scene into the second scene lose their minds and stand there in a daze. Almost everyone was sunk under the red veil and didn’t know what day it was in an instant!
Chu Songjun, who was thrown to the ground, endured the pain and climbed up. Before he could react at first what had happened, he heard a burst of foolish laughter.
Chu Songjun's pupils shrank instantly and he looked in the direction of the voice.
"Ha ha ha ha……"
I saw several young men from noble families around me walking forward at some point, with dazed smiles on their faces, as if they had lost themselves in the joy of dancing and music.
Chu Songjun felt a chill on his back while watching such a gorgeous scene.
Under the color of pink.
He always felt that he saw evil spirits.
What happened? Why do they look so mentally depraved?
Chu Songjun felt something was wrong. He followed their steps forward and saw the dancer's mouth curled up mysteriously. The bright red veil was wrapping around her body little by little as she spun around.
If they go any further, nothing good will be waiting for them!
Chu Songjun turned his head to look at Wang Youyu. His expression showed extreme struggle, as if he was unable to resist and could only crawl on the ground.
Behind these simpering young masters of noble families, more people were slowly crawling up.
Their eyes never blinked.
He just kept walking towards the dancer in the center like a zombie.
The closer he got to the stands, the deeper he sank into the mire, and his facial features and flesh seemed to be melting like candles.
The guests around clapped and laughed amid the dance and music!
Chu Songjun's cheeks were tense. He tried to call out to them, but it was useless.
This is the second act - watching the dance.
He bit his lip.
"Watch the dance? Watch?" Chu Songjun realized something: "If I blindfold myself..."
Ghosts and monsters dazzle people and lure them into their traps!
If he covered their eyes, it would work! But... how could he have so much cloth to cover their eyes? Moreover, before he could cover everyone's eyes, they were the first to melt into the stage.
What should he do?
Chu Songjun's nervous eyes searched the venue. Suddenly he paused, and his gaze moved from the decorative red gauze on the beams to the dancer dancing in the center of the stands.
They seemed unable to leave the stands and drag the guests up directly.
Furthermore, the guests who were cheering seemed unable to move from their seats and could only drool over the food.
In this case, change your thinking. If you can't cover so many pairs of eyes for the time being, then cover the things they want to see...
"...Be still and cultivate yourself..."
Chu Songjun paused.
What sound?
Chu Songjun tilted his head and looked.
He couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.
Xie Jinghe?
His struggling expression was gradually becoming clearer, and he seemed to be reciting something.
He hunched over.
The painful movement is between moving forward and not moving forward.
It just so happened that he needed a helper!
The outer robe with black and gold patterns was torn apart by Chu Songjun's backhand.
He suddenly put the torn cloth over Xie Jinghe's face.
Fasten tightly.
Xie Jinghe tilted his head back and let out a cry of pain from his throat.
Xie Jinghe suddenly came back to his senses.
It was pitch black in front of me and I couldn't see anything clearly.
"Thank you, it's me."
Someone was talking in Xie Jinghe's ear.
Xie Jinghe recognized him as Chu Songjun.
He woke up before him.
"The second scene of "A Night Banquet in Changshou Palace" is about watching a dance, using dance to fascinate people. You can't watch it. Take this."
Xie Jinghe turned her face, which was covered with black cloth.
Chu Songjun suddenly stuffed a ball of gauze into her hand.
Xie Jinghe felt someone pulling him by the collar and moving him in different directions.
"Grab this and run in this direction!"
What is Chu Songjun going to do!
"If I say run, you run!"
Chu Songjun's voice was gradually fading away.
They are now in Act II, for Act II.
Xie Jinghe couldn't see anything. He tried hard to think, but he couldn't calm down at all.
All I could hear under the psychedelic music was my increasingly rapid breathing and my heartbeat.
His hands were unconsciously getting cold.
Sweat seeped from his hands.
Chu Songjun pulled the red gauze and ran around the stands. The intensity of this sport had exceeded his endurance limit. He could feel the fishy and sweet taste brought by the blood rushing up, but he still endured the pain in his chest, used the red gauze to fix the angle, confirmed the point of force, and pulled suddenly.
He shouted loudly: "Xie Jinghe! Run! Ahem!"
Xie Jinghe didn't bother to think about why he should obey Chu Songjun's orders.
Subconsciously, he pulled the veil and dragged it in one direction.
There were loud crashes and collapses coming from everywhere!
The veil was dragged by someone, and instantly tightened inward layer by layer.
The dancers in the center of the stands were stunned to see that they were wrapped in red gauze on all sides. They could only vaguely see outside from inside, and those outside could only vaguely see inside.
The dancers' eyes turned red with anger.
The translucent red gauze suddenly reflected the frantically dancing limbs of ghosts and monsters. As their true forms were revealed, many confused people instantly woke up and screamed.
"It's time! Ahem! Follow me!"
Xie Jinghe suddenly pulled away the rag on his face. With his vision gradually becoming clearer, he could see that Chu Songjun had already found the passage to the next scene.
He hesitated and held the rag in his hand.
After a while, two red marks appeared on Xie Jinghe's extremely fair face.
Xie Jinghe stuffed the rags into his arms.
He reached out and grabbed a young man from an aristocratic family who was still in a daze, and shouted, "Follow Chu Songjun! Bring the people around you with you! If they don't wake up, blindfold them and drag them here!"
***
Chu Songjun could feel that he was having trouble breathing. He wanted to vomit something, but failed.
No, he couldn't die yet.
Tian Dong came over and patted Chu Songjun's back anxiously: "Master, take the medicine!"
The smell of blood was strong at the tip of my nose, and the itchiness in my throat seemed to be stimulated by something.
He had no idea and couldn't hold it in any longer.
Chu Songjun's face flushed, and he looked at Tian Dong and shook his head gently: "Ahem, I'm fine, nothing's wrong."
Seeing this, Lin Xiaohe rushed over with a sad face, parted Tiandong's hand, and took Tiandong's seat. He howled, "Brother Song! Are you okay?"
The twenty-third prince followed closely behind, occupying the seat on the other side of Chu Songjun, and also shouted with Lin Xiaohe: "Song, Song brother! Don't scare us!"
Chu Songjun looked at the two of them strangely, and looked at Lin Xiaohe in particular.
Lin Xiaohe ran towards him as soon as he regained consciousness. What was wrong with him? Did he see something?
"Young Master!" Wang Youyu carried two on his shoulders, two under his arms, and four in his hands.
"Let's go!" Chu Songjun grabbed the screen.
Everyone rushed into the next scene amid the increasingly rapid sound of the pipa and the sound of tearing gauze.
It is called the "rest" scene.
The dancing and music paused, and there was a verbal battle as the cups were toasted and cups were exchanged.
The young men from noble families got up from the ground in a miserable state.
This time, they learned from the second act of "Watching the Dance" of "Control What You See". They subconsciously avoided observing the surrounding environment and focused their attention on other places.
No one knew how the "watching the dance" scene went by, but everyone knew who helped them get through it.
Their eyes were vaguely focused on Chu Songjun who was in the front.
They huddled together in fear and vigilance, no one dared to move or look without permission.
The "Break" scene doesn't seem to be as full of dangers as the previous two scenes.
Xie Jinghe tried to think about what murderous intent was behind this scene.
He tried to get hints from his ancestors again by reciting the Xie family motto.
But he used it once in the first act, and this time he got nothing.
He gritted his teeth to suppress his fear, but his eyes were uncontrollably focused on the child in front of him.
Xie Jinghe subconsciously squeezed towards Chu Songjun.
Chu Songjun has always been good at managing facial expressions. At this moment, he still looks calm and composed, standing there like a short stabilizing pillar.
He was also thinking about what murderous plot there was in the third act.
Chu Songjun integrated the mechanisms of the first and second acts, panting and asking, "Night Banquet in Changshou Palace, Brother Xie, I remember you told me about the background of his painting."
Xie Jinghe, who was named, nodded immediately under everyone's nervous gaze: "It was drawn by Gu Yan, a famous official in ancient times. In order to find out the intentions of the Palace Master of Changshou Palace, he disguised himself as a guest and entered the banquet..."
Xie Jinghe had some vague ideas, but those ideas were like scattered mortise and tenon joints, and he couldn't sort them out in his mind for a while.
As Xie Jinghe spoke, he subconsciously looked at Chu Songjun. As expected, Chu Songjun had already given the standard answer.
"In the first act, you need to face your fear, play the guest, and not be found to have done anything wrong."
"In the second act, you need to resist all kinds of temptations and keep your original intentions steady, otherwise you will be melted by desires and assimilated by the enemy party."
"Then this third act..."
Chu Songjun raised his eyes: "Does he need to cover up cleverly, gather intelligence, and learn the Palace Master's intentions in order to find the right way out?"
Everyone couldn't help but follow Chu Songjun's train of thought, and the more they thought about it, the more they felt it was right.
Their eyes gradually changed. It was hard to imagine that they were able to survive until now only thanks to a three-year-old child. Before entering here, they had never thought that a three-year-old child could give them such a strong sense of security.
They gathered around Chu Songjun more and more closely.
Looking around, the guests who were originally toasting each other were turning their heads towards them little by little. Under the extremely dim candlelight, they slowly raised the corners of their mouths.
Screens after screens appeared from the ground at some point in time, with various patterns changing rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye, forming a huge circle.
The ghosts that had always stayed in their original positions in the scroll began to move under the horrified gaze of the crowd.
Countless round and friendly faces were grinning at the guests who were not part of the party, revealing their sharp white teeth.
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