The First Mist Chapter 44: The Hairy Man
The exciting music and drum beats, accompanied by screams and carnivals, filled the dance hall with people.
In the background of rest.
Yuan Qingqing sat in front of the dressing table, carefully applying lipstick, and then it was her turn to sing.
Being a musician is her dream, a dream that will help her realize her bigger dream of making it into the inner city—if she can become famous.
She felt that her singing could impress the discerning ears of the upper class, but unfortunately, she could only provide accompaniment for these creatures who did not know how to appreciate and could only howl in this small dance hall.
This is such a waste.
Soon, she finished her eye makeup, pursed her bright red lips, and subconsciously touched her shoulder, where she felt an itch from the movement of her hair.
But after teasing, she realized that she had cut her hair short.
Maybe it’s because it was just cut... I’m not used to it yet.
It's a body illusion.
Yuan Qingqing was about to get up when she suddenly saw a baby crawling behind the mirror.
baby?
Who brought the child to the dressing room? What bad luck!
Yuan Qingqing's expression darkened. She turned around and looked around. She saw other colleagues walking around. She didn't see any babies, but there was a wet mark on the ground, like the urine that the baby had spilled along the way when crawling...
It doesn't seem to be an illusion.
Did he hide himself or crawl into some corner?
Yuan Qingqing couldn't help but feel a little worried. If the adults neglected to supervise the child, and if someone accidentally stepped on the child, something bad would definitely happen to such a young child.
"Qingqing, the place has been warmed up for you, now it's your turn to perform." A woman with smoky makeup walked in and said with a smile.
Yuan Qingqing smiled back, but secretly despised in her heart, "Bitch, it's really my sorrow to be on the same stage with a guy like you!"
"Yeah, thank you!" she said.
He got up and walked outside.
That baby... never mind, what does it have to do with me?
She raised her hand and touched her shoulder. The feeling of the friction of her hair reminded her that her long hair had fallen to the front of her neck, but apparently she touched nothing. She felt helpless. It seemed that her hair had been long for too long and her body was not used to it.
When I opened the door, the drumming music outside suddenly went from dull to loud.
In front is a passage leading to the front field, from here you can hear the atmosphere staff outside performing hard.
Yuan Qingqing straightened her neck slightly, adjusted the condition of her throat, and walked forward step by step in her high heels.
Tick, tick.
As she walked, Yuan Qingqing suddenly felt that the light around her seemed to dim.
Is it an illusion?
She looked up at the light above and it was not broken.
The restless music suddenly became dull at this moment, as if it had returned to the dressing room and closed the door.
What’s going on? Is there something wrong with the speakers tonight? Yuan Qingqing frowned and couldn’t help but curse in her heart.
“Qingqing, Qingqing…”
Suddenly, Yuan Qingqing heard someone calling her.
Are you my fan?
Yuan Qingqing's bad mood improved a little. Although her fans were basically accumulated from the dance hall and were all guys who didn't know how to appreciate her, they would eventually become the cornerstone of her fame and help her move into the inner city and shuttle among those real celebrities and aristocrats without being tainted by the dust.
Soon, she walked through the passage, went up the stairs, and came to the stage of the dance hall outside.
Looking at the cheering and twisting crowd inside, a hint of disgust flashed across Yuan Qingqing's eyes, but it was quickly covered up by a smile. She walked forward, grabbed the microphone, and prepared to speak.
But when he grabbed with his hand, he found nothing.
Huh? Yuan Qingqing was stunned, looking at the microphone in front of her, and tried to grab it again. Her palm actually went straight through the microphone and the stand. She widened her eyes, a little surprised.
This scene was so incredible that it overturned her cognition.
“Qingqing, Qingqing!”
At this time, the voice of the fan calling from before was getting closer and closer.
Yuan Qingqing felt the tingling sensation of hair rubbing against her shoulders again. She felt a little annoyed and scratched them with her fingernails.
“Qingqing!”
The sound was closer, and this time Yuan Qingqing heard it. What surprised her was that the sound seemed to come from the ceiling.
She looked up.
This sight immediately caused her eyes to tear.
She saw the most horrifying scene in her life.
A naked upper body man as slender as a python hung down from the ceiling, holding a bunch of hair in his hand, less than ten centimeters above her head. Some of the hair swayed and fell, landing right on her shoulders.
That tingling feeling when your hair is brushed...
"Qingqing, why did you cut your hair for that fat guy? I like you best with long hair..."
The man had an infatuated and flattering expression on his face, and handed the hair in his hand to Yuan Qingqing: "Look, I picked it up for you, I'll help you put it back!"
Yuan Qingqing opened her mouth wide. Fear seemed to fill her mouth like a fist. She couldn't close it for a moment, and couldn't make a sound. She just stared at the scene blankly.
This was the most dazzling place in the dance hall, the place that attracted everyone's attention, but the people partying below the stage didn't seem to even glance at her.
The staff nearby also remained motionless and alert, turning a blind eye to the horrific scene here.
Are you all... blind? ! !
Yuan Qingqing was almost overwhelmed by this intense fear.
"Come on, I'll help you put it back..." The man said in a fascinated tone, "It looks best that way. I like you best with long hair..."
“Ahhhhhh!!!”
Yuan Qingqing finally woke up from her fear and let out the loudest scream of her life.
But the crowd reveling around still didn't react, and no one even glanced at it.
Being in the midst of hustle and bustle, yet feeling a sense of loneliness and isolation.
Yuan Qingqing has always maintained this mentality, but this time, she felt the real situation firsthand!
"You, you all can't see?!" Yuan Qingqing finally collapsed, stepped back, looked around, and cried for help in fear and anger.
Suddenly, her heel touched a wet and cold object.
She stopped and turned to look.
A baby was holding up her body and hugging her calves. The wrinkled little face of the newborn looked up and gave her a pained look: "Mom, the sewer is so cold, why don't you take me home?"
Yuan Qingqing's whole body was cold, and her rationality collapsed at this moment like a dam breaking, and she let out a shrill scream.
"It seems that these two are..." A young man's voice suddenly sounded.
Yuan Qingqing looked in horror, only to see a figure in grey clothes and carrying a long sword rushing towards them.
His figure moved straight through the crowd below the stage, overlapping with those who were reveling, but was not affected.
Xu Shen noticed it when the other party screamed for the first time. It was just another baby that looked a little weird. It looked like Xu, but he couldn't confirm whether it was deep.
After all, Xu's strength cannot be judged by appearance.
For example, Maeve, who is like the girl next door and looks harmless but makes people want to protect her strongly, is an extremely scary person.
Even the young man in his second form had no sense of her at all.
"Don't be afraid." Xu Shen comforted while running.
The main reason was that the screaming was too harsh...he was afraid that his eardrums couldn't bear it.
Yuan Qingqing had a dull expression and was a little confused. Her remaining rationality told her that the young man in front of her might be normal... at least he looked that way on the surface.
Don't be afraid?
How can I not be scared in this situation? ! !
"Another troublemaker. Why are there always troublemakers when Qingqing and I are alone?" When the man saw Xu Shen, the affection on his face suddenly turned into anger and malice.
He stuffed the hair in his hand into his mouth and swallowed it, then crawled quickly towards Xu Shen.
His upper body was as slender as a python, but his lower body had four legs with feet like a lizard. The moment he rushed in front of Xu Shen, he suddenly bounced towards the ceiling, and swooped down from the ceiling at an extremely fast speed in a weird and twisted posture.
This instantaneous change of direction is enough to make most people fall into a brief daze due to their inability to react in time. Even if it is only 0.1 seconds of daze, it is already too late to defend themselves.
puff!
The sword swept past, and the man who dived down exploded in an instant.
The sharp sword blade chopped off his head and extended directly to his chest and abdomen, tearing his entire upper body apart!
It’s not that Xu Shen’s reaction speed is faster than that of ordinary people, but his fighting style is different from others. He is used to taking action only when there is danger approaching.
When within a one-meter range, even this Xu will attack with all its might, and it is impossible to change its moves, as that would weaken the force of the attack. Therefore, there is no need to think, just draw the sword and swing it as quickly as possible.
That's all.
Black blood spurted out like a fountain, landing all over Xu Shen's body, including his sticky hair.
The man's upper body was split in two and fell to the ground, but his tenacious vitality did not cause him to die instantly. Instead, he looked at Yuan Qingqing who was completely frightened beside him.
"I... like... your long-haired... model..."
puff!
The sword flashed and cut off his head.
"It can still talk..." Xu Shen was a little surprised. The vitality of this creature was a little too tenacious.
