Light music began to play, and the flickering light shone on the marble floor of the hall, casting a huge round shadow.
“Let’s play an interesting game today.”
The auction was more successful than expected. It was all thanks to generous Potbelly. It would be the headlines of the major newspaper tomorrow.
The auctioneer got lots of commission and became the host happily. He rolled his eyes and came up with an idea.
The ladies and gentlemen had matched each other through the number tag behind the clothing and chose their partners.
“Game One. Push other couples out of the circle of light.”
When dancing, you could rampage around to push the other partners out. The light circle would shrink as the game went on.
In the end, the partner who could remain within the circle of light would receive a mysterious gift from the auction house.
“This game is interesting. That’s not bad!”
Someone applauded in the crowd and took it as an exciting game.
The guests who were invited to the masquerade ball were not short of money, but they were curious about the mysterious gift and all had the confidence to get it.
It required great dancing skills and special chemistry. If one went east and the other would rather go west, the couple would be pushed out of the circle and lose the credential.
Of course, the game had rules. Pushing, shoving, and violence was not allowed.
Hazel looked at the tall man who had the same number tag as her, and she thought he might know the man. He did not speak and refused to introduce himself, so Hazel shut her mouth.
They looked at each other, posed, and waited for the music to play again.
The music was like flowing water. The men and women danced and were intoxicated by the music on the field. Everyone began to show their gorgeous dance skills.
Sally looked at Potbelly who was about the same height as her. She just wanted to cry and was speechless. Why did she have such bad luck?
“Potbelly, I wonder what the mysterious gift from the auction house is.”
Sally guessed that the auction house would not be menial. At least, the gift would cost ten hundred thousand yuan. Otherwise, it was not a nice way to treat the rich.
“What? Sally, are you curious?”
Potbelly squinted. Potbelly happened to wear a mask in the shape of pigs, looking like Piggie in Journey to the West.
“Yes, I am.”
Sally pretended to lean into Potbelly’s arms and acted all flirty and pouty.
“Not a problem.”
With a beauty in his arms, he would never let go of this great chance. Potbelly stretched out his fleshy claws.
Sally was very embarrassed. She was thin…
Potbelly, where was your hand?
“Not good.”
Potbelly instantly lost interest.
The so-called Pure Queen frustrated him. Potbelly couldn’t touch her but only looked at her.
Sally didn’t expect Potbelly to say it. She was so embarrassed that she didn’t know what to say. She was irritated by Potbelly.
She shouldn’t have attended this ball today. She was really looking for trouble! Sally even wanted to kick Potbelly away.
But Sally resisted her impulse considering his weight.
Suddenly, the music changed, and the rhythm became stronger and stronger. It seemed that the water turned into the pouring rain.
The guests who were dancing on the floor began to increase their pace and push dancing people around them.
Some partners were not in tune and separated. After a while, they were pushed out of the circle.
The lights were dim and gentle, but the music was heavy like a gigantic rain as if guests came back to the ancient battlefield. The sounds of war and fighting were everywhere.
The guests sped up their pace and movements. Those who lost the game were sitting on the sofa, drinking red wine and watching a good show.
Roger’s dance partner was a white-haired old lady. It seemed that she was the mother of the CEO of a company. Roger should call her Grandma.
The old lady was in her seventies or eighties but still hale. Usually, she would assemble some other old ladies with the same hobbies in the luxurious villa area and dance together.
“Young man, why do you dance so badly?”
Because Roger was distracted, they made a mistake when they were dancing. Potbelly stuck out his butt and pushed Roger out of the circle. Roger was told that he had lost his qualification.
Considering the old lady, the arrogant Mr. Garnett didn’t say too many things and just ran to the locker room to change an outfit.
That was the point of a masquerade. If there were no obvious characteristics, they would not be able to be recognized by each other.
But before the ball ended, the mask couldn’t be taken off.
It was a mess. Hazel just got used to the rapid rhythm of dancing. In the past, to have more chances to glance at Bruce, she had practiced hard to dance. Only now did she have a use for it.
No. 13 man was tall and straight. Hazel was tall but she looked lovely when she was dancing with No. 13 man.
She felt that this man was kind of familiar to her. He was so domineering that anyone who pushed him was forced out of the circle.
As the music continued, Hazel closed her eyes and saw a bloody scene.
It seemed that she was in a dark world and surrounded by hard barriers. She wanted to rush out, but it was useless no matter how she shouted.
The music seemed to be able to control people’s minds and gave them a sense of despair.
The few couples were in the middle of the dance floor. Their steps went wrong as if they wanted to break free.
“The Death Tone!”
It was not a complete song and disappeared for a long time. However, it showed up and no one knew the reason!
Baron was looking at something under his mask. He couldn’t help but bite his lips.
Only when he felt the sweetness of blood could he control his thoughts.
Some people screamed in the distance. The hall was a mess, but the guests could not stop dancing.
The pain from her waist woke up Hazel. She raised her head and looked at the man in confusion.
“Don’t let the song control your thoughts!”
Baron hugged Hazel even harder and protected her in his arms.
At first, Baron agreed to this masquerade because he thought it demanded a mask and wanted to have fun.
Behind the boring game, there seemed to be a conspiracy.
He thought of Plum Blossoms.
That woman didn’t die. Maybe she would take more crazy revenge?
“Mr. Andrew?”
The music made people despair. It was difficult for Hazel to control her mind and listen to her partner.
He had a sexy and low voice. It was Baron. That’s right.
Under the scarlet light, Baron looked like Grim Reaper when he was dressed in a black suit, and his lips were stained with blood.
“It’s me. Relax.”
They continued to dance as they liked. And the circle of light became smaller and smaller. In the end, only Hazel and Baron remained.
The hall returned to silence, and people seemed to fall into infinite fear. They were leaning on the sofa and in a dazed state.
There had never been a song that had such kind of magic. It made people despair and pain from the bottom of their hearts as if it was the end of the world and everything was dark.
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