Clink, clink, clang!
The wind chimes rang crisply, but inside the mourning hall, Xu Ye's corpse eerily stepped out of the coffin and came to Qin Yanhua's side.
"It looks like he's going to perform a ceremonial dance."
Since Xu Ye still couldn't speak, Alice could only describe the scene aloud through the vision she shared with him.
"It's pretty much what we expected. All of the Death God's rituals include dancing. The tribe's records also mention the Dance of Death and the Dance of Life. Those two dances are only performed during major ceremonies."
"Mr. Xu, the one you're about to perform should be the Dance of Life."
Lilith's gentle voice reached him.
Xu Ye's face stiffened slightly. He really didn't know how to dance.
Yet under the control of the Death God's aura, his body moved in front of Qin Yanhua and made a gesture of invitation.
The next second, Qin Yanhua felt her limbs move against her will, taking the hand of the corpse before her.
Xu Ye raised his head to face Qin Yanhua. Their lips were barely ten centimeters apart. He could even smell the faint fragrance on her and hear her swallowing.
If Lu Mingwang found out about this, that kid would definitely cut ties with me.
Come to think of it, I haven't heard from him in ages. I wonder how he's doing.
As his thoughts wandered, Xu Ye had already begun leading Qin Yanhua through a slow dance. His movements were a little stiff, but at least they looked passable. His poor coordination wouldn't send him tumbling to the floor.
The bells ringing in the wind were their music.
The hundreds of sheep and pig heads were their audience.
The friction of his bones as he performed the eerie dance was their