Infinite World Projection

I don't know what's so good.

He thought so in his heart, but he didn't say it.

In rare lively days, there is no need to say something disappointing.

On a small table simply constructed of wood, a woman in a red dress came on stage and started a dance.

The breeze Xuxu blew, blowing up her sleeves, showing her beautiful posture, looking very beautiful.

The eyes of many people below began to heat up, and even Song San's attention was shifted to look at the past.

It's just that his focus is different from others.

Looking at the woman, he always felt that this person felt a little weird to him, and it didn't seem like a normal person should have.

Chapter 322 The Corpse of a Woman in Red (Chapter One)

The flowers bloom and blossom, and their fragrance is born, flowing everywhere, covering this place.

A small place, a high platform, a woman in red dances lightly on it, her posture is wonderful, her every move touches people's hearts.

That kind of posture touches people's minds in every move, and the dances continue to dance, as if pulling people's hearts together, and dancing along with the women's movements.

A thrilling dance.

The eyes of the people around gradually became blurred, but Song San only felt that something was wrong.

"What exactly is this!"

He stayed there quietly, only feeling a burst of inexplicable air stroking from behind, as if a palm was stroking his shoulder, bringing him a strange experience.

If it were normal times, this feeling would naturally be very good, but at the moment Song San only felt terrified.

There is no one behind, why do you feel that way?

The howling wind was blowing, passing behind him, as soft as a woman's hand.

Before they knew it, blood dripped from the corners of the eyes of the people around them, and they looked miserable, but they didn't realize it, with a smile on their faces, and they were talking and laughing freely.

Fear arose in Song San's heart.

The scene in front of him is so strange, even though he has a firm temperament and has become more mature since he was a child, he can't help but feel scared and feel a deep anxiety and hesitation.

In front of his chest, a faint flow of heat rushed through, silently expelling the evil spirits around him, and brought refreshing feelings to his mind.

This is the fairy fate that Song San had obtained before, a catalog of the immortal's engulfment, which he has always carried with him.

If there is no such thing, Song San would be like everyone else at this moment, being possessed by evil and strangeness without realizing it.

At this point, Song San moved his feet, subconsciously wanting to turn around and leave.

Not far away, a pair of scarlet eyes stared at him.

"San'er, where do you want to go?"

A middle-aged man was a little surprised and seemed a little puzzled: "This dance is so beautiful, don't you keep watching?"

While he was talking, blood dripped from the corners of his eyes, dripping drops of blood, stained his clothes, dyed the clothes red, but he didn't notice it, and he still looked normal.

This is an elder of Song San. He has some blood relationship, but he is not familiar with him. It is just a few people I meet on weekdays.

Song Sanqiang smiled: "No, there are still some things in my family, so I won't delay..."

"such."

The man nodded and did not continue to persuade, but stared at the woman in red in front of him, his expression gradually demented.

The others around did not say anything.

Seeing this, they are still partly sane now, and they don't think Song San's actions are any strange.

The behavior is the same as usual, no difference.

Song San cautiously pulled away from the crowd.

Among a group of people, this action of his can be described as extremely abrupt.

Because he is the only one around him.

As for the others, they are still watching the woman.

Both the old and the children, men and women, looked forward obsessively, as if they could see the flowers.

Among such a group of people, Song San's movements are naturally very conspicuous.

He oiled the soles of his feet and left at an accelerated pace, wanting to leave this place as soon as possible.

Not far away, there was a breeze blowing.

"There is still a leak?"

A middle-aged man in a white shirt walked out from the side of the high platform, looking at the oil on the soles of his feet, and walking fast, Song San couldn't help but smile in surprise: "Interesting..."

"The magical method that can block the corpse must be special, let me see what is special..."

He smiled, stepped forward, and walked towards Song San.

The overcast wind was blowing.

After a while, Song San returned to his home.

In the dilapidated house, on a big bed, a fairy like a jade lay quietly on it, sleeping peacefully.

In his body, bursts of breath instinct bloom, making people feel refreshed.

Looking at the appearance of the young fairy, Song San couldn't help but settle down.

At this moment, facing the unknown evil, only this immortal can bring him a sense of peace of mind.

Outside the door, footsteps gradually came.

Bang bang bang!!

The inexplicable sound reverberated, like the sound of an accelerating heartbeat, and like a war drum being beaten one by one, the sound evoked the energy and blood.

"what is this?"

Song San's expression changed, and suddenly he realized something.