Chapter 63 It’s You
This dancer was the female dancer whose performance contained the meaning of moth that Watson had seen in the molting club.
At this moment, this petite female dancer was dancing vigorously, her milky white skin was moistened by sweat and shone with a shiny light, and the blood vessels under her body were clearly visible, like the texture of cracks in porcelain enamel.
Her dance was far more passionate and enthusiastic than what he had seen before, and her slender limbs waved as if recreating primitive hunting, revealing a frenzied and wild beauty.
The cup phase could not help but make a frivolous whistle, and wanted to howl like a hungry wolf, but was slapped by the moth in the brain and trembled in the corner.
Perhaps it was because Watson's artistic cells rarely exploded, or perhaps it was because the moth in the brain was also flapping its wings and dancing, he could actually feel the strange charm contained in this dance this time - naturally not vulgar lust, but 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 see the first continent of human origin, the warm and humid rain forest, the naked hunting ancestors, the ritual of primitive tribes offering the heads of prey to nature, and the equally passionate dance.
The illusion was fleeting, Watson's eyes regained clarity, and his reason returned.
Only then did he notice that the dancer's blue eyes, which were once smart and seemed to be able to speak, had now turned into strange compound eyes like insects, and the polygonal facets shone as black as broken coal crystals!
And under the moonlight, the dancer turned around, and the skin of her shoulder blade on her back was peeled off from the bottom to the top like the shell of a fruit, revealing the dull flesh inside, but no blood was seen flowing out!
The skin that bloomed like petals was still rooted on the shoulders. It was floating in the air and vibrating slightly like thick cicada wings. Under the moonlight, the veins were clearly visible like leaves, and it looked like two strands of light gauze dancing in the wind.
The female dancer stepped so hard, but it was almost silent when she landed on the dark green moss. The flat leaves seemed to dance with her rhythm, and seemed to be licking her smooth soles.
Watson did not move forward rashly. He retreated thoughtfully, and his body disappeared into the huge shade of the ancient trees in the forest again.
However, the spotted moths wrapped around him took the initiative to expose themselves, flapping their scaly wings forward, and merged with another group of moths around the female dancer. They stayed in the air and seemed to be whispering, discussing something that mortals could not know, and then gathered in groups and flew towards Watson together, dancing excitedly around him, crowding and pushing him to leave the shadow of his hiding place and walk to the moonlight to meet the pretty female dancer frankly.
Although Watson also threw away his clothes, he still had the last bottom line, just exposing his chest, but the female dancer... She had thrown away her clothes completely, and her slender and soft body was exposed at a glance. Every inch of fat, every muscle, and every bone showed the perfect symmetrical beauty.
The darkness in the female dancer's eyes faded, returning to the pure blue color, still so smart and clear, as if the dancer with a wild posture just now was someone else.
The female dancer was not at all flustered by the sudden interruption. She stood on tiptoe and bowed with a ballet-like graceful posture.
"Good evening, sir."
Watson also did not change his face, and had no shame of being recognized and peeped. He also cooperated and bowed with his right arm to his chest, "Good evening, lady."
The female dancer stood on tiptoe and stretched out her arms to ask the ancient tree for a vine with emerald green leaves. Her action made the body stretch and show the beauty of balanced bones and flesh.
The thin vines drooped down her fingertips like snakes, swam around her body like gauze, and the scattered green leaves just covered her graceful parts.
While the female dancer was getting dressed, she was also wondering why the moth swarm responsible for guarding the periphery tonight did not issue a warning to outsiders to approach?
She secretly looked at the gentleman in front of her with scars all over his body like a blade, but he seemed to have thrown away most of his clothes. He should be a fellow traveler who has embarked on the path of transformation like herself, and he has just embarked on the path not long ago and has not yet completely opened his heart.
Her cherry lips slightly opened, her throat moved, but what came out of her mouth was a strange sound that was difficult for human vocal cords to imitate - crackle, crackle, crackle! Just like the distorted language of patrolman Lance.
But Watson was no longer distracted by the buzzing in his head like before. At this moment, the noise-like sound fell into his ears like a beautiful melody. He could already understand the true meaning of it through the translation of the moth in his skull. He chanted softly:
"in gi rum imus noc te et con sumi."
"We whirl all night until we are engulfed in flames."
The female dancer smiled happily, her beautiful eyebrows stretched out, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, and her cheeks revealed shallow dimples. She generously stretched out her white little hand like a newborn bud.
Watson held the other's delicate little hand that seemed to be soft and boneless, and felt that there seemed to be a close connection between the two of them, like a blood connection.
His heart seemed to follow her heartbeat, and the pulse rate of the two hearts beating together was very rhythmic, as if a lyrical music was playing.
For a moment, the forest seemed to become silent. Even the moths around it stopped flapping their wings and floated in the air. The only sound left in Watson's mind was the thumping of his heart, which was getting faster and faster like dense raindrops falling on a drum.
"Why is my heart beating so violently at this moment?"
"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 with minor injuries, the opponent may ignore it and respond with an explosive counterattack even in the middle of the process.
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 experimented with Qi's influence in recent days, his understanding of the word 'influence', which has a different mystical meaning, has become more and more profound. He already knows that there are nine secret transmissions in this 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 the perfect secret transmission of the first-order moth, but has no corresponding secret method. 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 consume any energy on the user. 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, It is said that if one is not strong enough to control it, he may lose control and die like the figure on the top of the rugged boulder that he saw earlier!
Watson's thoughts ended 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 at 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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