Joints well-defined, fingers slender.
She traced along that hand bit by bit, felt the solid wrist, touched the buttons on the sleeve...
Stopped.
Afraid to move, yet unwilling to let go, she silently held onto the person’s forearm, the clamor of voices around her seed to be a sea of mist, growing distant...
Her eyes felt sour and astringent, she couldn’t help but blink, her thick lashes softly brushed against his palm, a kind of indescribable tenderness.
In the next second, tears flowed, she couldn’t stop them...
The wet heat seed to scald him, and he abruptly withdrew his hand.
Cherry felt a sudden emptiness, turned to look, but the man’s figure had already walked into the darkness.
"Gavin...," she murmured at that silhouette, wanting to pursue.
The tip of her toes touched the cold ground, she looked down at her bare feet, and silently withdrew, sitting back down in silence.
The surrounding noise grew louder, extravagant laughter sent chills down her spine.
Cherry clutched a small fork, absently prodding the cake, oblivious to everything happening around her.
The man on display was eventually bought by a wealthy lady.
Mr. Ghost Hayes walked back through the crowd, sighing as he went, "When won act out of line, it’s truly scarier than n..."
"Cherry, put on your shoes, it’s almost our turn." He placed the embroidered shoes on Cherry’s feet.
"Oh..."
Cherry finished putting on the shoes, glanced once more in that direction, but the misty darkness revealed nothing...
...
The auction approached its end, and the atmosphere escalated.
Everyone speculated what the grand finale auction item would be. Was the so-called evil god a mysterious sorcerer in black robes, or a ragged old witch with a crystal ball?
The host said on stage, "Ladies and gentlen, the next auction item is rather special. To be precise, this ti’s auction isn’t any tangible item but an opportunity, a chance to et the evil god.
The evil god will fulfill requests from the top seven bidders and select one patron from among them.
Ladies and gentlen, please rember, if you propose sothing the evil god can’t fulfill, you forfeit, and the bid amount won’t be refunded."
People murmured, buzzed with whispers.
Such conditions were indeed harsh. Since no one had witnessed the capabilities of the evil god, pouring real money into this could be a waste, akin to gambling.
Not quite, because in gambling, you at least know what you might win. But in this auction, even at the highest bid, you cannot be sure of any return.
As discussions were rife, the host stepped aside, inviting the evil god to enter.
To everyone’s surprise...
A black mist appeared hazily at the edge of the stage...
It floated ghost-like to the center of the stage, under the bright lights, upright like a human, slowly rising and falling.
An eerie silence engulfed the entire place.
No one could believe their eyes! So even couldn’t help but look around, suspecting hidden projectors, that it was a 3D projection?!
If not a projection, then it must be magic, right? It has to be magic!
As the crowd stood agape, the black mist moved, like black sand blown by the wind, in an instant it drilled into the host’s body!
"Ah..." soone on the stands gasped.
The host’s body didn’t move, but his facial muscles twitched, and when he spoke, what was once fluent foreign language transford into Chinese, the tone calm and unruffled—
"What you’re seeing is the attendant of the evil god, only the top seven in the bidding may see the true evil god. Now... the bidding begins."
The translator was stunned, after a beat regained composure and hurriedly translated!
At this mont, the black mist withdrew, the host’s body went limp, supported by the translator, gasping for breath, utterly drained.
The place was dead silent.
Only the large LCD screen showed the continuously jumping bids, climbing ever higher.
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