The silver spoon on the corner of the table suddenly bent silently, and tiny vortices appeared on the surface of the red wine in the glass, as if invisible fingers were stirring the texture of reality.
Nan Song subconsciously clenched the pocket watch hidden in his sleeve - the pocket watch that was always stopped at the moment of disaster - fine beads of blood were oozing from the metal shell.
However, Ma Tuan felt that he was a little uncomfortable at this time, which felt very strange, and the little sea otter seemed to be a little abnormally restless.
So weird.
His fingertips suddenly and unconsciously clenched the corner of his clothes.
In a trance he saw a person.
But the man's smile was obviously elegant and appropriate, but it made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up - just like the instinctive trembling when someone is walking alone late at night and suddenly stared at him in the dark.
Perhaps it was because the curve of the other person's mouth was too perfect, as if it was carved with an ice knife, and even every bit of friendliness was calculated just right, which instead gave off an inhuman sense of incongruity.
The little sea otter suddenly trembled violently in his arms.
He had heard Blore say that the little creature, who at that time could sleep soundly even when floating at sea, was now curled up in a tight ball, with a wet nose twitching and a faint whimpering.
Its claws were tightly hooked on his sleeve, and the figure of that person was reflected in its round black eyes - but he was horrified to find that what was reflected in those clear pupils was not a human figure at all, but a twisted, phosphorescent mist.
What's even more bizarre is the changes around us.
The flames in the fireplace suddenly and strangely collapsed into a dark blue, as if all the heat had been sucked away.
The crackling of the burning wood died away, replaced by a sticky, glacial hum.
The white mist he exhaled condensed into tiny ice crystals in the air, and when those ice particles fell, they made a sound like wind chimes - so crisp that it was creepy.
Only then did he notice that the man's shadow extended too long on the wall.
It was not the outline of a human being at all, but more like a mixture of countless wriggling tentacles and sharp icicles. As he stroked the little sea otter, those shadows were quietly wrapping around his ankles.
The moment the wooden door creaked, the light of the resin lamp suddenly froze.
The being somewhere between a god and a goblin leaned against the door frame, its turquoise-inlaid chest reflecting a faint blue phosphorescence, while gold and silver threads flowed into a liquid galaxy under the moonlight.
Her long hair fell to the ground like the aurora, with tiny ice crystals condensed on the ends of her hair, tinkling with every step she took. It turned out that the tinkling sound did not come from the ornaments, but the groan of the permafrost cracking when the hem of her glacial skirt collided with the ice.
The platinum crown flickered in the shadows, illuminating his hawk-like facial features.
Pale blue blood vessels extend from both sides of the nose, like an ancient map frozen under the ice.
When the beast's eyes swept over the glutinous rice ball, the pupils suddenly shrank into two vertical lines, and the arc of the corners of its mouth caused frost to form on the flames of the fireplace in an instant.
His face seemed to be carved from a glacier, with sharp and cold features, a tall nose bridge as steep as a snowy peak, and a pair of eyes as deep as the abyss embedded under his brow bones - those pupils were not pure black or blue, but the darkest cracks under the polar ice. Occasionally, a hint of animalistic golden light flashed, like a predator lurking on the ice field.
The platinum pearl crown hung low on his forehead. It was not as heavy as an ordinary crown, but instead looked like a ray of condensed moonlight, light and cold, and every line of it was flowing with a divine glow.
But beneath this sacredness, there is a kind of almost primitive wildness lurking - the corners of his lips naturally have a sharp curve, as if he will tear off the elegant disguise at any time and reveal his fangs; the lines of his cheekbones and jaw are as sharp as a knife, and light blue veins are faintly visible under his skin, like a dark river rushing under the ice.
"Good night..."
The sound was like an undercurrent beneath the ice, flowing through the tavern with some inhuman rhythm.
His eyes wandered over Lou Xun's face, and a faint light like phosphorescence flashed in the depths of his pupils.
"I should call you Lou Xun..."
The ending tone rises subtly, like the tip of a finger testing a knife's edge.
"Or..."
The sudden lowering of the voice made the air suddenly solidify.
"Severus-Hai?"
The name was shredded into breathy sounds, as if just reciting it would bring bad luck.
The air in the tavern seemed to suddenly solidify into a sticky gel.
Blore's knuckles tightened unconsciously, his nails digging deep into his palms, but he felt no pain - all his senses were occupied by the oppressive feeling emanating from that inhuman being.
The Adam's apple rolled up and down, and even swallowing became extremely difficult.
Bai Di's footsteps were almost silent, but he placed himself between Lou Xun and the visitor at a precise angle.
His posture seemed casual, but in fact every inch of his muscles was as taut as a fully drawn bowstring.
The fingers hidden in the sleeves were slightly bent, ready to form a defensive spell at any time.
Nansong's breathing became shallow and rapid. She quietly took a half step closer to Blore, her fingertips already touching the talisman at her waist.
The runes drawn with cinnabar were getting hot in the leather box, as if they had sensed some existence beyond common sense.
Only Ma Tuan stood there, with a strange sense of familiarity wrapped around his heart like a spider web.
He was sure he had never seen this face before, but when the moonlight brushed across the other's icy eyelashes, a deeply buried fragment of memory suddenly pricked his temple - like trying to recall a dream that was about to fade away.
This contradictory realization made his stomach cramp and cold sweat slid down his back.
The flames in the fireplace suddenly crackled, and everyone shuddered at the same time.
At this tense moment, the visitor's "gaze" softened like melting snow.
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