Roll, Song Baobao!
Song Shuhang's consciousness returned.
When he opened his eyes, he saw the crowd of fellow daoists below the stage, all of them looking utterly world-weary...
Huh? Why could he see the fellow daoists below the stage head-on? And why was he looking down at them from above?
Also, why were his hands and legs moving without his control?
Song Shuhang had just awakened from his 'Dream Entry' state and was still a little dazed.
However, he quickly realized what state he was in.
He was standing on the stage, providing backup dancing for Dharma King Creation.
At that moment, he had both arms stretched forward. He tapped the ground with his left foot, then with his right; hopped forward once, backward once, then hopped forward three times in a row, repeating the sequence over and over.
It seemed to be the moves of a zombie dance?
Oh crap, this is a disaster! What was going on?
Why had he ended up onstage? Why was he providing backup dancing for Senior creation? Wasn't he in a Dream Entry state? Could he be sleepwalking?
Dozens of possibilities surged through Song Shuhang's mind in an instant.
At the same time, he glanced sideways from the corner of his eye.
Beside him, Dharma King Creation was dressed in hip-hop-style clothes. He held a microphone in his left hand and rapidly sang his fast-paced song whose lyrics no one could make out.
Song Shuhang even suspected that Dharma King Creation's song had no lyrics at all, and that he was merely humming away.
Then, on Dharma King Creation's other side, Soft Feather was likewise stretching out both arms and hopping forward, then backward... She was also dancing the zombie dance.
Song Shuhang: "..."
Whenever Soft Feather danced the zombie dance, it always