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Chapter 1306 - 902 A melody of Chu Renmei, where in the world to find a soulmate

Chapter 1306: 902 A melody of Chu Renmei, where in the world to find a soulmate

Knocking on the door definitely didn’t seem appropriate.

After all, Hang Seng was simply expressing gratitude for having his life saved.

It was just like watching a cultural performance.

Thinking so, Jiang Chen gradually steadied himself, turned around, and began to survey the room.

Calling it a "room" was actually inaccurate.

The area was far larger—at least two to three hundred square meters—spacious enough, with a small stage directly ahead. The dance troupe likely performed here frequently, but the stage was currently obscured by a semi-transparent curtain. The curtain was a deep red color, making the stage behind it hazy and indistinct.

Facing the stage were several luxurious leather sofa chairs. Each chair had a small round table beside it, yet not even a glass of water adorned the tables, let alone snacks or seeds.

So much for being prepared.

This was shockingly careless.

Was this really how the Hang Seng Dance Troupe hosted their guests?

Reputation precedes reality.

With an entire floor of the headquarters dedicated to housing these talented and virtuous performers, the Hang Seng Dance Troupe surely had its unique appeal. Could Geng Zhida have brought him to the wrong place? Was this not the right room?

Just as Jiang Chen was pondering this, there came a loud "Bang."

The entire room’s lights suddenly went out.

Instantly, darkness engulfed the space, rendering one’s hands invisible even at arm’s length.

Anyone of lesser courage might have screamed in terror.

Thankfully, Boss Jiang was a rugged man, his breathing calm and steady, his heart rate unaltered.

"Ding."

Whether it was a dozen seconds or closer to a minute, the thick darkness shattered.

The light reappeared.

But it was no longer bright.

Within the two- to three-hundred square meter space, only the stage had lights illuminated. These lights were dim and murky, obscured further by the dark red curtain.

In Jiang Chen’s field of vision remained only a vague, shadowy red haze.

He wasn’t sure if it was subjective perception or reality, but the fragrance in the air seemed thicker now. A faint breeze appeared to stir the red curtain slightly.

A simple light display.

Yet it achieved a singular effect.

At the very least, it confirmed Geng Zhida hadn’t brought him to the wrong place.

In the dim environment, Jiang Chen walked to one of the sofa chairs and sat down.

Since he couldn’t leave, he certainly couldn’t stand to enjoy the view.

"Buzz..."

Without meaning to, he accidentally pressed a button, and the sofa chair’s backrest began reclining slowly, eventually turning into a small daybed.

Had previous guests actually laid down to watch?

It did seem indulgent.

"Buzz..."

Fiddling with it for a moment, Jiang Chen found the button and raised the backrest again. Before it was fully upright, however, music suddenly erupted out of nowhere.

Startled, Jiang Chen spun his head around.

It wasn’t a lively dance tune.

But rather pure music reminiscent of a horror movie’s soundtrack!

And as the spine-chilling music reverberated, the dim lights behind the red curtain began to flicker erratically.

Picture this scene.

Alone in a soundless space, eerie, hair-raising music echoing from all directions, faint flickering lights casting shadows through the curtain.

Even for someone with Jiang Chen’s courage, he couldn’t help but feel an urge to curse aloud.

What’s the meaning of this?

Was the intention to entertain him with a program or to plunge him into an escape room challenge?

Had it been another tycoon of his caliber, they might have leaped out of their seat by now. But Jiang Chen’s youth and resilience afforded him a brief initial shock before his calm returned.

The spine-chilling music persisted, as did the flickering lights matching its tempo.

He sat, solitary, on the sofa chair, staring at the hazy red stage through the curtain, waiting to see if a ghostly woman might emerge.

One thing was clear.

Second Young Master Geng hadn’t lied.

The dance troupe’s effort today was undeniably meticulous.

Amid the eerie music, a figure finally appeared on the stage, veiled by the semi-transparent red curtain. It was difficult to make out clearly, but the outline revealed a shapely elegance, with long, flowing hair.

No wonder it was captivating.

The Hang Seng Dance Troupe truly lived up to its reputation.

Onstage, only one dancer stepped forth, continuing to move to the hauntingly sinister music. Her bizarre yet graceful movements unfolded in hazy glimpses through the curtain before Jiang Chen’s eyes.

Between the dim light and curtain, Jiang Chen couldn’t make out her face; he could, however, discern fragments of her attire. She appeared to be wearing a blue traditional dance costume. Her jet-black hair swayed stiffly, flowing eerily with her movements, evoking an indescribable—"beauty."

This dance.

Li Shuru could never pull it off.

Watching this rare performance, Jiang Chen’s heartbeat involuntarily quickened.

The music.

The attire.

It reminded him of a particular film.

A movie that had etched itself into countless memories.

The heroine of the film looked much like this.

A dance like Chu Renmei’s made countless viewers shiver and haunt their thoughts forever.

Bold as he was.

Childhood traumas always found a way to penetrate one’s defenses.

Jiang Chen was starting to feel unsettled.

As if noticing his "approval" of the program, the dancer onstage continued her unspeakably eerie moves, slowly approaching the curtain.

"Ding."

"Ding."

The music intensified.

The rhythmic flickering of the lights grew longer between changes.

As light and darkness alternated.

The dancer had already pressed herself against the curtain; he could faintly make out that her face appeared to be veiled as well.

The Great Black Skylord—the Grand Universal Spell...

As a firm materialist, Jiang Chen finally stood up.

"Your moves are impressive; maybe avoid this kind next time."

Boss Jiang proved himself a pragmatist, tactfully preserving her dignity while directly expressing his opinion.

"Isn’t the performance still ongoing?"

Clearly.

She wasn’t a ghost.

And judging by her voice, it didn’t sound like Bai Jie, the troupe leader, either.

The lights suddenly went dark again.

The unnerving music, filling every corner of the space, drowned out all other sounds.

The lights abruptly reappeared.

The curtain was pulled aside.

The dancer in the blue traditional costume emerged near the stage’s edge.

The lights returned at last.

The dancer had descended from the stage.

It wasn’t a mistake.

The skilled dancer’s face was indeed veiled.

Just as Jiang Chen tried to discern her features, the lights completely went out once more.

In the consuming darkness, only the haunting music reverberated endlessly.

But Jiang Chen.

He felt a drifting chill in the air.

No, wait.

It felt like a fragrant wind.

Though his surroundings were pitch black, he could distinctly sense that the dancer had approached him.

Even knowing she was human and not ghostly.

The feeling was still indescribable.

"Where’s Troupe Leader Bai?"

Jiang Chen’s tone remained relatively composed.

"What’s wrong? Is my performance not as good as hers?"

A humid breath brushed his ear, as if someone were standing on tiptoes, leaning close to whisper beside him.

Moreover.

Jiang Chen felt his wrist being grabbed.

The hand was cold, yet carried a faint trace of warmth.

Instinctively, Jiang Chen took a half step back, only to hit the sofa chair behind him, losing balance and falling into the seat.

"Heh heh..."

Within the impenetrable darkness, amid the unsettling music, he heard an eerie and hauntingly sinister girl’s laughter.