Backstage.
Mu and Grace chatted casually, and the topics were basically related to Donald.
I have to say that if you look at Grace's description alone, Donald is indeed a good husband.
He works hard and treats his family well.
If you say it out, it definitely belongs to the level of a model family.
From this point of view, it is not unacceptable in terms of appearance.
Mu's attention has always been attracted by the area where the stage is located.
For some reason, that direction always gave her an uncomfortable feeling, as if there was something unspeakable and grotesque.
The senses of the elves have always been keen.
Similar to ordinary people who do not know about it, when a demon beast slowly approaches from behind, they will be inexplicably flustered and their hairs stand on end.
It's all the same.
However, Grace did not feel any abnormality and still looked calm.
During this period of contact, Mu also learned that Grace is really an ordinary person who has no extraordinary abilities, so the previous speculation about her identity as a dancer is naturally out of the question.
"Why don't you go and watch the previous performance?" Mu suggested.
From certain positions in the backstage, you can see the stage in front of you, which is completely different from the scene you see in the audience below the stage.
"Okay." Grace nodded.
The two came to an area similar to a secret door, and they were able to have an unobstructed view of the entire stage and most of the viewing area.
But the scene in front of him made Mu's pupils shrink suddenly.
The illusory and ethereal phantoms filled the entire viewing hall.
On stage, the actors were also completely immersed in the opera.
They forget themselves, as if they became characters in a story.
Everyone is immersed in the virtual illusion, but they are not aware of the changes around them.
No, not a mere illusion.
Mu's eyes fell on a certain area of ????the stage, the wooden floor was solidified with dark blood, the broken spear was deeply stuck there, and the unburned bonfire swayed gently in the wind.
She took a deep breath, a suffocating blood in the air.
Mu's eyes fell on Fu Qing, who was playing the role of the saint. At this time, she seemed to have really become the girl who led the uprising in the past.
His eyes were firm and calm, the weapon in his hand was no longer a simple decoration, and dark brown blood stains solidified in the blood tank.
Nightmare Invasion.
Mu remembered the disaster that appeared in the City of Steel a hundred years ago.
Is there a connection between the present scene and the disaster of the past?
What is the significance of the present ceremony?
How many secrets do Oblivionists hold?
And what is the relationship between underground creatures and the disaster of a hundred years ago...
Questions emerged one after another, and Mu thought seriously.
"What's wrong?" Grace noticed Mu's strangeness and asked with concern.
"It's okay." Mu smiled and shook her head, she knew that Grace couldn't see the vision in front of her at all.
For ordinary people, these odd scenes are simply impossible to detect.
When they are in it, they will be subtly affected, and eventually when the illusion completely replaces reality, they will also become a part of it.
They are still them, but it can be said that they are no longer.
Mu looked at the stage again, sensing the progress of the fusion of illusion and reality, and she was slightly relieved by the discovery later.
The replacement of virtual and real has stagnated in the current state and has not deepened further.
Mu breathed a sigh of relief, so it seemed that the ceremony had stopped, and Oxia successfully stopped all this.
dancing girl…
She had already vaguely guessed in her heart, but she was not very willing to believe it for the time being.
"Under normal circumstances, it should be over now." Grace's voice brought Mu Piaofei's thoughts back to reality, "But this time, Donald added some plots to the back."
Grace had already talked to her about this before, and Mu nodded lightly to show her understanding.
A dead night, with a bonfire burning.
The soldiers sat silently beside the flames, not saying a word, like beasts dormant and licking their wounds after being injured, waiting for the next fight.
Mu narrowed his eyes slightly and looked at the imperial capital in the illusion.
Mysterious and majestic, standing like a giant in front of the rolling mountains, under the pale blue moonlight, it was dyed with some mysterious color.
She remembered something Elizabeth had once said to her.
…
Two rounds of huge bright moons hung in the night sky, the pale blue moonlight shone down, the gates of the imperial capital slammed open, and the black tide came like a tidal wave, engulfing everything.
murmurs echoed in the darkness, the fallen dead were resurrected, the empty armor was haunted by black mist, and the limbs were twisted and mutated, turning into indescribable things.
…
Zeng Mu felt that Elizabeth's description was a bit exaggerated.
But what she saw made her breathing almost stagnate.
The tsunami-like black waves surged in, and even the night sky was completely obscured. The power of mortals was like ants in front of this scene, and only deep powerlessness was born in their hearts.
Unlike Mu's feelings, Grace didn't seem to be affected too much, and even hummed the soundtrack in her mouth.
Mu was a little helpless and a little funny, and his attention was once again on the ceremony.
Facing the incoming tide of darkness, not a single soldier retreated.
They raised the weapons in their hands, countless shields were connected and turned into barriers, and the magic shields exuded a hazy glow in the deep night.
Small as a firefly, this heart is indestructible.
Mu Zai sighed softly in her heart, she almost knew the final outcome.
The ceremony is coming to an end.
In many cases, the reality cannot be changed with the determination to fight the last stand and a moth to the flame, not to mention that the result is already doomed.
A dark wave engulfed everything.
When the last ray of brilliance dissipated, the entire hall fell into complete darkness.
Mu looked down at her feet. Even with the thick formation barrier, she faintly felt that there seemed to be some kind of indescribable energy shock in the ground, but it quickly subsided.
It appears that those waves are working fairly well.
Boom!
Suddenly, a dull crash sounded, and Mu only saw a black shadow descend from the sky and land on the stage.
Donald's body fell from the top of the stage and landed in front of the two of them. There was a close contact with the stage. The blood was intertwined into a scarlet and beautiful painting.
Grace stared blankly at the corpse that fell in front of her, so cold and so familiar, she just lay there quietly, unable to say a word.
Those indistinguishable thoughts from the past rushed into my heart together, and I was so dull that I couldn't breathe, almost completely tore my soul, and tears flowed out uncontrollably.
Just acting as a wife should react.
She crouched down on Donald's body and cried, the real and the fake emotions intertwined, the crying sounded like sadness and mockery.
The lights on the stage came on, dispelling the darkness and focusing on her.
The audience stood up and applauded.
"It was a good show."
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