章 1282: F*ck off, Song!

Song Shuhang's consciousness returned.

When he opened his eyes, he found himself looking at the fellow daoists off the stage, who seemed as if they were about to die.

Eh? Why are the fellow daoists off the stage in front of me? Also, why am I looking at them from above?

And, why are my hands and legs swinging by themselves...?

Song Shuhang, who had just woken up from the 'dreamland', was a little confused.

However, soon enough, he found out what situation he was in.

He was standing on the stage and dancing with Dharma King Creation.

At this time, his two arms were stretched in front of him; his left foot tapped the ground, and then his right foot tapped the ground. Then, he jumped forward, back, and forward three times, and so on repeatedly.

It seems to be the zombie dance.

F*ck, what's going on?