The colorfully painted doors seem to have been sprinkled with blue phosphors among the twinkling ghost flowers, and they are like the entrance to a night-time party only for fashionistas.

When the door is opened, the trunk of the tree is like a runway, with ghost flowers shining on both sides, full of artistic romance. At the end of the runway is a beautiful and clean dining table with the same exquisite silver tableware, as if all this was prepared for me. .

I became the only guest in this palace, this city of fine arts.

Under the white tablecloth is a small round table, on the round table there is a thin vase, and in the vase is a ghost flower, a faint blue light covers the white tablecloth, dyeing the white tablecloth with an almost transparent blue light.

Beautiful music sounded in the quiet hall, and from the depths of the darkness came a silver robot with a chef's hat on his head, which was very funny.

He came to me and bowed to me, and when he got up, he suddenly raised his hand, and a plate of cake appeared in his hand.

I laughed. "Is this magic?"

He put the cake in front of me, opened it with his right hand, a knife and fork appeared, opened it with his left, and a red wine glass appeared, like magic.

But if you look closely, his body is huge, like a refrigerator.

He turned around and brought me another steak, full of aroma.

He put the steak in front of me and stretched out his right hand again, this time dousing my steak with black pepper sauce

"Thank you." I looked around and said, got up and bowed, then sat down again and started eating. The steak tasted good, whether it was sixty years ago or not.

The robot began to raise its hand again. This time, it turned into a transparent bottle of wine. When the bottle cap was removed, bubbles like champagne appeared, but the moment the liquid touched the air, it turned pink again. ,Fantastic.

I took a red wine glass and smelled it. It smelled like peach. I tasted it again, and it was as sweet as peach juice.

I was eating and drinking alone in this quiet palace, my hands slowly stopped, but my heart became lost and heavy. They entertained me, they welcomed me with romance, but none of them could have dinner with me...

One, another ghost appeared from all around at this moment, they looked at me quietly, a blue figure slowly floated from the sky opposite the dining table, his hair flying like a tentacle in the air.

He landed in front of me and looked at me suspiciously.

"What's wrong with you?" the robot asked softly suddenly.

I raised a faint smile and looked up at the ghost prince: "Thank you, you are so kind."

The ghost prince looked at me, opened his mouth, and seemed to be hesitating. His expression was very similar to the expression when the ghost queen asked me to release them.

I wanted to ask if I wanted to help them out, but couldn't speak because of the delicious meal.

They invited me to eat, they invited me to drink, they played me beautiful music, made the surroundings romantic and beautiful, and I asked if they wanted to die?

I can't bear to spoil the beauty of the present.

The ghost prince looked at the robot, the robot stretched out its left hand, and there was an empty wine glass in his hand. The robot poured the wine into the empty wine glass and put it in front of me, and looked at me with the ghost prince.

I smiled faintly, picked up the wine glass and collided with him, I drank the wine, the robot poured the wine on the ghost prince's head, the wine passed through his body, and the pink wine dyed him all at once It became a pinkish purple.

I burst out laughing: "Hahaha, you've turned purple."

The ghost prince also looked at himself and laughed. The ghosts around also seemed to have noticed something interesting. Suddenly, the whole hall began to spill yellow liquid, and everyone was dyed green in an instant.

The music suddenly became dynamic, and they jumped to and fro in the yellow liquid, passing through each other, as if dancing.

They are so happy, they are completely different from the people in the ruins of Crow when they face the apocalypse, someone helped them find happiness from despair!

I looked at the ghost prince in front of me, and he was also swinging happily in the yellow liquid, laughing happily.

My skin also started to turn yellow, and the yellow liquid had a floral fragrance that shimmered on my skin.

My head gradually sank. It was the delicious peach wine. I felt a joyful mood that I had never felt before. The wine made me feel happy, excited, and lethargic.

I was lying on the table in the music, only their swaying figures were in my blurred vision. It seems that I can't drink anything given by others in the future. Of course, it's just a joke. I believe in these ghosts, I believe in people outside. , believe them more...

"Wake up..."

"Wake up..." A nice boy's voice rang in my ears, I slowly opened my eyes, and there was bright sunlight and a... bright smile.

My vision gradually became clear, he slowly stepped back, smiled at me clearly: "So you are a girl."

I saw him clearly, with fair skin, the appearance of a handsome and pure oriental boy, soft lines, slightly shy eyes, clear smile and artistic temperament.

His hair was braided into bundles of braids with colorful hairbands. I reached out and picked up the bundles of braids hanging on his chest: "So it's like this..." It turns out that his tentacle-like hair is because his hairstyle.

He laughed: "Does my ghost look more scary?" He joked, and his face still had a clear and clean smile when he talked about the state of the ghost.

His cleanliness and purity are as clean as clear sunlight and transparent water, making people unbearable to blaspheme.

I looked at him sadly, what made him so optimistic.

He frowned immediately and worried: "What's wrong with you? Don't be sad, don't be sad, people always die, and we are still alive, my art will continue to continue, art is our life, so we need your help! "He took my hands and looked at me eagerly.

On his body is a very artistic and casual short cloth woven in fast colors and colorful. The big round neck makes one shoulder slightly exposed, and the short hem reveals his navel as long as he lifts his hand, and it swings loosely. , gorgeous but not gorgeous.

He moved away in front of me, and I immediately saw the people standing behind him. Just like the Crow Ruins, there were old people, children, men and women. They were dressed in different colors, but they had one thing in common. They dress very casually with me.

Some are rigorous, some are random, some are neat, and some are tattered.

They just stood there and saw the various styles of art among human beings.

Ancient, modern, post-modern, metallic, abstract, all kinds of art styles.