Lu Xin looked toward the woman, and the others in the village looked at her as well.
They—especially the men—stared at the woman with their eyes wide open, gazing at her obsessively. Some even drooled.
Their heads turned as the woman's body moved.
Every eye watched as she swayed and staggered all the way to Lu Xin, stopping two or three meters away.
But her movements did not stop. She continued swaying and staggering, twitching her hands and feet as if somewhat unnaturally. The amplitude of those twitches grew larger and faster, and her twisted limbs somehow became smoother.
Who knew how many people had been drawn in by her movements? Wooden and stiff, they moved their shoulders and limbs.
Above their heads, the hook-shaped Crimson Moon was exceptionally bright, spilling down scarlet waterfalls of light.
Beneath the Crimson Moon, everyone in the village had been drawn in. They watched her so intently, as if they had devoted their entire hearts and souls to it. Unconsciously, some people raised their hands along with her, twisted their waists, and bent their legs.
As if infected by something, they began imitating the woman's movements.
As time passed, their movements grew faster and their motions wider, stirring up the sound of wind.
At a glance, their movements grew more and more similar to the woman's, until they were almost perfectly synchronized.
"Huff..."
For a moment, Lu Xin was also captivated by the woman's graceful figure, but he quickly came to his senses.
When he opened his eyes, he saw a large-scale, bizarre dance.
Everyone in the village—the hunched and grotesque figures—was trying their best to stretch their bodies, dancing that strange dance alongside the woman in the crowd.
Many of them had clearly never learned to dance. Their stiff muscles and limbs