Chapter 63 The fate is you
This dancer is the female dancer whose performance contained the meaning of moth that Watson saw in the Shedding Club.
At this moment, this petite female dancer was performing powerful dance steps. Her milky white skin was moistened with sweat and glowed with oil. The blood vessels under her body were clearly visible, like the texture of cracks in the enamel.
Her dance was far more passionate and passionate than what she had seen before. The waving of her strong and slender limbs seemed to be recreating primitive hunting, exuding a wild and wild beauty.
Cup Xiang couldn't help but make a frivolous whistle sound, and he wanted to howl like a hungry wolf, but was slapped by a moth in his skull and sent to the corner to tremble.
Perhaps it was because Watson's literary and artistic cells rarely exploded, or perhaps because the moth in his skull was also fluttering its wings, but this time he was able to feel the strange charm contained in this dance - naturally it was not gaudy. Lust is a wild and ancient rhythm.
His thoughts seemed to travel through time and space with the dance, returning to the prehistoric era hundreds of thousands of years ago. He seemed to have seen the first continent where humans originated, the warm and humid rainforest, and the ragged hunting ancestors. I saw the ritual of primitive tribes dedicating their prey heads to nature, and the equally passionate dance.
The illusion passed quickly, Watson's eyes regained clarity, and his sanity returned.
It was only then that he noticed that the female dancer's blue eyes, which were once as smart as if they could talk, had now turned into strange insect-like compound eyes, with small polygonal facets shining as black as broken coal crystals!
And under the moonlight, the female dancer turned around, and the skin of her shoulder blades on her back was peeled off from the bottom like the shell of a fruit, exposing the dull flesh and blood inside, but no trace of blood could be seen flowing out!
The pair of skins that bloomed like petals are still rooted in the shoulders, and are floating in the air and vibrating slightly like thick cicada wings. Under the moonlight, the veins like leaves can be clearly seen, and they also seem like two strands of gauze dancing in the wind.
The female dancer danced so hard, but the green moss fell almost silently, and the flat leaves seemed to dance to her rhythm, and seemed to be licking the smooth soles of her feet.
Watson did not move forward rashly. He retreated thoughtfully, his body once again disappearing into the huge shadow of the ancient trees in the forest.
However, the striped moths wrapped around the body were exposed on their own initiative, flapping their scaly wings forward, and merged with another group of moths surrounding the female dancer. They stayed in the air as if whispering, discussing content that mortals could not know. , and then gathered in a group and flew towards Watson together, dancing excitedly around him, crowding and pushing him out of the shadow of the hiding place, and walked to the moonlight to meet the pretty female dancer openly.
Although Watson also gave up her clothes, she still retained the final bottom line, which was to expose her chest, but the female dancer... She had completely thrown away her clothes, and her slender and soft body was clearly visible, every inch of fat, every muscle, Every bone exudes just the right amount of symmetry.
The darkness in the female dancer's eyes faded away and returned to the pure blue color. They were still so agile and clear, as if the wild dancer just now was someone else.
The female dancer was not at all flustered by the abrupt interruption. She stood on tiptoes and bowed in a ballet-like graceful manner.
"Good evening, sir."
Watson's expression remained unchanged, and he was not ashamed of being recognized as a voyeur. He also bowed with his right arm close to his chest as if to cooperate, "Good evening, madam."
The female dancer stands on tiptoes and stretches out her arms to ask for a vine with emerald green leaves from the ancient tree. Her actions make the body stretch and even more beautiful, showing the even balance of flesh and blood.
Thin vines hung down from her fingertips like snakes, swimming like gauze ribbons around her body, and the scattered green leaves just covered her graceful parts.
While the female dancer was dressing, she was also wondering why the group of moths responsible for guarding the outside tonight did not issue a warning to alert outsiders to approach?
She secretly looked at the gentleman in front of her who was covered in scars like blades, but he seemed to have abandoned most of his clothes. He should be a fellow traveler on the road of transformation like her, and he had just embarked on the road. Open your heart completely.
Her lips were slightly open, her throat was squirming, but what came out of her mouth was a weird sound that human vocal cords cannot imitate - click, click, click, click! Just like the distorted language of Patrolman Lance.
But Watson is no longer as distracted as before. The noise-like sound falls in his ears like a beautiful melody. With the translation of the moth in his skull, he can already understand its true meaning. He chanted softly:
"In gi rum imus noc te et con sumi."
"We spiraled all night until we were submerged in the flames."
The female dancer then beamed with joy, her beautiful eyebrows relaxed, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, and her cheeks exposed shallow dimples. She generously stretched out her little hands as white as new buds.
Watson held the opponent's slender hand, which seemed as soft as boneless, and felt that there seemed to be some kind of close connection between the two of them, like a blood connection.
His heart seemed to be following hers, and the pulse rate of their combined hearts was very rhythmic, as if they were playing lyrical music.
For a moment, the forest seemed to become silent, and even the surrounding moths stopped flapping their wings and suspended in the air. All that was left in Watson's mind was the sound of his heartbeat, which was getting faster and faster, like dense raindrops falling on a drum. .
"Why is my heart beating so hard right now?"
"It's like the phenomenon of sinus tachycardia...but my state of mind is clearly as calm as a still lake, and walking slowly out of the shadows has never reached the limit of strenuous exercise."
"The heartbeat is an important feature that reflects the functioning of the human body. If the heartbeat continues to be too fast, it may cause chest pain, shortness of breath, fainting, etc." Watson secretly looked at the seemingly friendly female dancer in front of him and thought to himself. He said: "Is the other party secretly exerting a secret transmission influence on me? But this slightly too fast heartbeat can neither cause harm nor interfere with thinking... What is the meaning of it?"
Although his left arm was temporarily unable to use strength due to William's finger strikes, his right arm was still as strong as iron.
Watson quickly went through the deduction in his mind - if the female dancer is really hiding hostility, then I should first hold the opponent's palm tightly at this moment, suddenly twist it outward and then pull it down hard, dislocating her right arm!
Then he raised his fist like a shovel and hit the opponent's throat hard, breaking the throat cartilage. Taking advantage of the opponent's pain, he used his feet like a hook to trip him to the ground. Before the opponent could completely fall to the ground and regain his balance, he suddenly hit him hard. Stomping on the throat, completely shattering the opponent's throat... If an ordinary mortal was hit by these several heavy blows, he would definitely faint, but for these abnormal humans who have practiced secret transmission, it is most likely just harmless. Even if the opponent is slightly injured, the opponent may ignore it and respond with an explosive counterattack.
At that time, he will have to perform a unique skill to suppress the bottom of the box...that is, to combine the mastery of military tactics and use the best strategy!
But the female dancer did not take any further action, as if all this was just a figment of Watson's persecution paranoia.
She just looked at him with a smile, her round, almond-shaped eyes as blue as the ocean slightly narrowed into a shallow crescent moon, and a pair of cute little tiger teeth appeared between her lips.
Watson suddenly lost consciousness, and the buried memories came back to capture him.
He couldn't help but recall the future on another timeline, the past of his true self - at that time, the tragedy that affected his life had not yet happened, his nature had not yet been stimulated, and he was just a naughty school boy, sitting in his back seat. Girls would often poke his back with a pointed pencil. Whenever he turned around in anger, he would see the girl with braids smiling like the one in front of him.
"Sir? Sir! Are you okay?"
When the female dancer saw that the man opposite her was distracted and seemed to have lost focus, she stretched out her other hand and waved it in front of him, wondering why this gentleman was so distracted again for no reason. Could it be that the consciousness has not completely escaped from the buzzing in the brain, but that is just a momentary influence simulated by the most basic magic power.
Watson replied: "Sorry, I just suddenly remembered something interesting."
Seeing that the eyes of this fellow man returned to clarity, the female dancer was relieved. She thought that the other man was really stuck in the buzzing in her head and could not extricate herself.
"That's good. I thought you were still under the moth's influence, sir."
Influence... As Watson has been experimenting with Qi's influence in recent days, his understanding of the word 'influence', which has a different mystical meaning, has become deeper and deeper. He already knows that there are nine secret transmissions in the world, except for Except for the Secret History, which seems to have no power at all, the other eight secret transmissions all have 'influences' with different effects, either depriving the mind (Lamp), freezing the mind (Winter), or shocking the mind (Moth)... But in reality The above corresponds to the influence of various types of esoteric transmission, and can be divided into two types depending on their origin.
First, it comes from aberrations or secret disciples. Through their mutated instincts or some mysterious method, they activate the secret nature in the soul body to resonate with the waking world, so that the power of the corresponding principle can be presented in the material. Realm... It's just that Watson currently has a perfect first-order moth's secret transmission, but he has no corresponding secret method, so he can't exert that weird and shocking 'influence' at all. Maybe he can try to interact with this seemingly friendly female dancer. Do you want to communicate with readers about this aspect?
The second is the real 'influence' that comes from Mansu, or the Sichens inadvertently leaked, such as some kind of law, authority and power, which has more depth and breadth of powerful power, and can easily deal with it. It has an obvious impact on the waking world and does not cost the user any. The only disadvantage is that when stealing that trace of 'influence' in the universe, oneself will also be affected by it. If the willpower is not strong enough or the secret is not strong enough, If his cultivation level is not enough to control it, he may lose control and die like the figure on the top of the rugged boulder he saw earlier!
Watson's thoughts came to an end in an instant. After hearing the female dancer's words, he immediately showed an expression of enlightenment.
"So this is 'influence'!" He humbly asked for advice: "Actually, I entered the esoteric world by mistake. I don't know much about this knowledge. I wonder if you can give me some advice?"
The female dancer covered her mouth and chuckled when she heard this: "Guidance is out of the question. Since both my husband and I have chosen the path of transformation, we can be said to be like-minded friends. Moreover, since that night in the transformation club, we have actually become friends." It is quite fate to meet again in this vast forest. Maybe... this is the moth's guidance. "
Watson did not expect that the female dancer would still remember that night at the stripping club. He only had eye contact with her for a brief moment. It seemed that the strange feeling of being in contact with the same kind remained deeply in the other person's heart.
He nodded in agreement, "This is indeed an extremely ingenious fate."
"By the way ma'am, I don't know your name yet?"
The female dancer smiled sweetly, revealing a pair of intoxicating dimples.
"Morstein, Mary Morstein."
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