bestfiction Chapter 691 Dancing Again
Chapter 691 Dancing Again
When I passed by the dance floor again, Wu Huimin, who was playing the piano on the stage, was nowhere to be seen.
Yu Shijiu glanced at the piano on the display stand, and walked up to it under Lu Chusheng's gaze.
clang--
He reached out and pressed a key on the black and white piano, blinking softly as he listened to the chaotic piano music around him.
"Fatty".
"do you know?"
Yu Shijiu pressed the black and white piano keys a few more times with great interest, "My mother used to play the piano too."
"..."
Lu Chusheng didn't know, and neither did Feifei/Laibao.
"She plays it very well."
Yu Shijiu paused slightly as he pressed the piano keys. He stared quietly at the dust and dirt on the keys, then took out a towel from his system inventory and began to wipe them.
“Before she committed suicide, my mother hugged me and said she would teach me, but only when I was older, and then older.”
The pure white towel gradually became dirtier and dirtier from wiping, and the dust and white lint mixed together to form a strange, sticky paste.
Yu Shijiu's eyes became somewhat unfocused, and his voice grew softer and softer:
"I still really want to learn to play the piano..."
"..."
Lu Chusheng's tail drooped unconsciously and remained still. He looked at Yu Shijiu in front of him, slowly moved closer to the other's chest, and followed his heart to rub his head against hers.
—If he hadn't been forced to suppress it, he would have actually wanted to lick the little madman's face even more.
No... Although his current appearance is indeed "fat", the soul beneath the skin belongs to an adult man.
Lu Chusheng felt that he couldn't rely on Lai Bao's good looks to "deceive" Yu Shijiu.
But learning piano...
Lu Chusheng thought carefully about whether there were any members in the inspection team who could play the piano... but couldn't think of any for the time being.
"It's a really nice piano, what a pity."
While Lu Chusheng was pondering, Yu Shijiu had already wiped the piano clean with a towel.
The boy stood up, touched the surface of the piano one last time, and sighed:
"Sigh, looks like I'll have to go check the lower deck."
Lu Chusheng: "?"
He remembered that Yu Shijiu said she was going to find Xu Han before she left, right? Why is she suddenly going to the lower deck?
Thinking of the sheep locked in the cabin, and the pieces of clothing and bones buried in the soil in his corner—Lu Chusheng subconsciously grabbed Yu Shijiu's clothes with his paw and tugged at them.
"Ok?"
Yu Shijiu, who was about to go down the steps, looked down in confusion and asked, "Feifei, are you hungry?"
Lu Chusheng: "..."
"Meow."
—Not hungry.
"Why did you suddenly start yelling? You shouldn't yell."
Yu Shijiu bent down and rubbed its forehead, whispering:
"How about we go to the mess hall after we come out of the hold? Maybe they'll have some iron bread for us?"
Lu Chusheng: "..."
He knew he couldn't hold Yu Shijiu back, so he had to let go.
In fact, Captain Lu never thought he could hold Yu Shijiu back; his actions were purely driven by biological instinct.
—Felines are always unusually vigilant.
But the iron bread...
Lu Chusheng thought of the bread soaking in mutton soup, and a strange light flashed in his eyes.
If he's not mistaken, there's probably nothing left to eat on the ship right now.
Otherwise, Shi Yuan, whose throat was slit on the third deck, wouldn't have been asked by the "guests" to be taken to the kitchen for treatment.
The idea of cannibalism is ultimately too terrifying, and even Lu Chusheng gets somewhat agitated whenever he encounters such a situation.
The act of cannibalism and fratricide is a huge challenge for anyone with a conscience.
Lu Chusheng could only guarantee that he wouldn't do or eat it himself... but he couldn't guarantee that others wouldn't eat or do it.
He instinctively wanted to call out, but when he met Yu Shijiu's gaze, he slowly lost his voice.
Um...it's okay.
There's myself/Laibao/Feifei there.
Even if Yu Shijiu wants to go to the lower deck, it's fine.
He would always be on guard against the NPCs and monsters hiding in dark corners, trying to ambush him.
"I wonder if the iron bread has been hidden," Yu Shijiu wondered as she walked down the stairs. "Probably not, that bread isn't very tasty, no one would want to hide it, right?"
"..."
Lu Chusheng called out twice in response.
"..."
The dance floor area fell silent once again.
This time, even the sounds of rain and thunder outside the window completely disappeared, leaving only a chilling and eerie atmosphere.
As Wu Huimin's contorted body crawled out from behind the piano, her gaze was fixed on the door of the same cabin not far away.
After about a minute, Wu Huimin, her body stiff and contorted, slowly lowered her head, her murky and malicious gaze falling on the clean piano.
A few drops of her thick, dark blood dripped onto the snow-white piano keys.
It's a bit too bright.
"……call."
Wu Huimin's throat emitted an unpleasant echo of a broken bellows. She reached out with difficulty to wipe it, but unfortunately, because there were also open wounds on her wrists, the more she wiped, the dirtier it became.
"..."
Wu Huimin was somewhat agitated. She let out a sharp scream, like a goat that had been completely polluted, bleating incessantly in a state of collapse.
The deathly silence in the dance floor was broken by her scream. At the same time, the other goat-headed people who heard the noise crawled over and began to push and shove each other while "dancing".
The sheep-headed people's dance moves were extremely distorted. Whether it was the hooves-like hands and feet moving haphazardly in the filthy dance floor, or those eerie, cold horizontal pupils... the dense, thick white wool flew and filled the dance floor, almost so thick that it could choke a living person.
At this moment, there is a 90% chance that any living player will be wrapped in a huge white cocoon by the flying wool.
Players who are wrapped up like sheep cocoons will naturally not survive.
Wu Huimin's neck made a "crackling" sound as she looked at the ram-headed figures dancing on the dance floor. The corners of her mouth slowly pulled upwards, eventually settling into an extremely terrifying arc.
A dense, net-like pattern of blood dripped from the torn corner of his mouth, slowly staining his sharp teeth red.
Jump... Jump...
Wu Huimin's cloudy eyes darted around before finally settling on the piano stained with her own blood.
clang--
The piano music, which started again, reverberated more and more in the dance floor area, causing the dancing sheep-headed figures to spin faster and faster!
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The first floor of the ship's cabin.
As Yu Shijiu stepped out of the dimly lit dormitory, a thunderous cheer suddenly rang in his ears, as if it were about to pierce the sky.
Among them, Angkor Wat and Wangji are the most famous.
Wang Ji's voice was so high-pitched it almost shattered eardrums; he was like a tireless megaphone, constantly shouting for people to retreat:
"The rain has stopped! The rain has stopped! The rain has stopped at Angkor! Huimin, Huimin, she can—"
boom!
A chilling thud rang out, as if bones were being smashed to pieces, making one's teeth ache.