His gaze, like Tang Qi’s, ultimately landed on Tyrone.
In this world, uncontaminated biologicals indeed have connections with each other. Tyrone isn’t the strongest nor the wisest, but regarding his intuition, they all trust him greatly.
At this mont, Tyrone was also making eye contact with Tang Qi.
His flaming red hair and vibrant eye makeup seed to fuse together, resembling leaping flas.
In Tyrone’s golden-green eyes, an unbelievable iris was twinkling.
His lips curled into a peculiar arc that held equal parts sorrow and joy; a strange and direct-to-the-soul Judgent aura, accompanied by Tyrone’s stare, fell on Tang Qi.
In an instant, Tang Qi recalled the "Power of Confession" Judgent left by the Saint Confessor back in sser City’s Thorny High School.
The two were entirely different.
But a commonality existed: the judgent they released, unlike the Church’s forceful split of good and evil, chaos and order, felt more like an almost unavoidable, undeniable detection of malice.
Tang Qi could sense that if he indeed ca with malicious intent, even if using the "Red," "Illusion Spell" and even counting in Diana, it would still not conceal him from Tyrone’s direct gaze.
Fortunately, he had no ill intent from beginning to end.
He ca with a purpose, but if this purpose would make him end up like Ralph, then Tang Qi would decisively choose to give up.
Ti swiftly passed, and at a certain mont, Tyrone’s eyes blinked.
The incredible irises dispersed instantly.
Tyrone’s expression grew sadder, but within the depths of his eyes, a decisive color erged.
He finally looked at the rabbit and mouse, which were cyclically eating to stave off pollution, and then at the deep dark, a rich color of reluctance erged; he twisted his head with difficulty, nodding towards Amanda, who seed solemn without knowing when.
In Tang Qi’s perception, a blend of sorrow and resoluteness began to pervade the room, as if suddenly, a war of life-and-death separation was about to comnce.
As if thinking of sothing, Tang Qi’s expression froze.
Complex emotions flickered in his eyes, falling into silence.
Boom!
Tyrone suddenly leapt onto the decayed dining table.
A mournful smile appeared on his face; his figure suddenly began to twist, performing a very special and moving dance—
The Fordwegen Dance!
In an instant, Tang Qi identified the dance Tyrone was performing, which was indeed the peculiar dance that Rat Servant and card soldiers had forced adventurers to dance previously when outside.
And compared to the previous observation, the dance Tyrone now displayed seed to reveal the true nature of this bizarre dance.
Accompanied by a soundtrack that arose from Nihility at so point, an incredibly moving aura impacted every biological’s mind, including the polluted rabbit, that mouse, and also Tang Qi and Amanda.
Just as this powerful, magical charm-filled dance entered its finale, he blew a passionately loving heart into the dark.
Suddenly, Tyrone moved again. He began a "magic juggling" performance.
Tyrone straightened up, casually reached into Nihility and pulled out a colorful hat, reaching inside, his hand soon produced a flute which he brought to his lips, next mont blowing a piercing tune.
Before Tang Qi and Amanda could cover their ears, he had already thrown the flute back.
From another spot, he fetched a light green floral hat, from which a leaf flew out, circling around Tyrone before falling back into the hat.
Tyrone quickly fetched the third hat, which was a yellow foldable hat, from which a boot jumped out, making several "kick, tap, tap" sounds in the air before returning to the hat.
The fourth hat was a round top hat; Tyrone reached inside and seized a lantern, he spat on it and furiously rubbed it a few tis, after it sparkled with golden light, he threw it back.
The fifth, was a knight’s hat; from inside, he pulled out a long sword, climbing onto the table with a show of swordsmanship resembling the genuine technique.
The sixth hat...
In the past several seconds, Tyrone had taken out at least a dozen different hats, each containing a curious oddity.
Amanda, seeming to understand what this baffling performance represented, the last trace of doubt towards Tang Qi in her eyes dissolved, replaced by a resoluteness as if she was heading to her death.
As Tang Qi watched, his mind also faintly conjectured.
Just as odd hats were continually taken out by Tyrone, bundles of incredible information also transmitted out through those "Hat Oddities," Tyrone, having fetched who knows how many hats, suddenly stiffened his movents.
He paused montarily, his body twisting. Under the exaggerated makeup, his pupils contracted, suddenly looking towards the room’s exterior, the endless deep dark.
Almost simultaneously, Tang Qi and Amanda also looked over, both their complexions turning unsightly.
"She’s here!"
"My love, forever my love."
"Boom!"
As Tyrone spoke, the "room" without walls and floor, suddenly got enveloped by nurous writhing tentacles, vivid red fungal threads, and spreading, crawling blobs of flesh erged bit by bit from the darkness.
Facing the three of them in the dark, a "familiar" head appeared.
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