Following the low passage in the ceiling, I walked forward with the Dumpling King, who was not very agile on his legs.

This time, we did not show up in the office area of ​​the bar, but went directly to the front desk area.

After all, it would be too easy for people to see the problem if we suddenly appeared with our faces covered in blood.

Although it was safe in the suspended ceiling, the air was dull and there was no airflow at all. The corpse blood on me and the Dumpling King seemed to be deteriorating rapidly, so that the fishy smell hit our nostrils. Coupled with the sweat all over our bodies, the stock was turbid.

The smell made me nauseous.

Finally I found a secluded place. I quietly opened the ceiling and looked down. It was pretty good. It was a bathroom. There was no one inside at this time...

Without saying a word, I jumped down quickly and immediately locked the door. Then I turned around and pulled the Dumpling King out, who was on the verge of collapse.

The two of them washed themselves with cold water for half an hour in the bathroom, finally washing away the troublesome odor from their bodies.

He took off his clothes whenever he could, and threw them away whenever he could. In the end, he was left with only a shirt, a pair of pants, and a pair of pants. There was a lot of blood on Dumpling King's pants, so he had no choice but to give them a rough wash.

Once again, it was wrapped around the body. It looked wet, as if it had peed on the pants.

After all, you can't go out naked.

By the time I finished cleaning up, nearly an hour had passed before I knew it!

The Dumpling King's face was pale, as if he had been seriously ill, and he was staggering when he walked. In fact, although he was lucky to have escaped death this time, he was still separated from his soul for more than an hour. This is a big deal, and it will definitely have consequences for him in the future.

Influence, whether it is life span or luck.

"This matter is over. You can go to a monastery to practice meditation. Only when the six roots are pure and don't care about worldly affairs can you get rid of bad luck. Otherwise, you will keep memorizing words for half a century." I looked at it.

The king of dumplings.

I remember that I had experienced such bad luck in the past, so I felt somewhat the same way about Dumpling King.

The Dumpling King grinned, and said a little bleakly and arrogantly: "Half a century, isn't it six years? Don't worry, which ascetic has not forgotten life and death long ago? I dare to ask Mr. Luo, before you ascended, was it

Isn’t it also a thorny and bumpy journey, and we hate evil as much as we hate it? What we as Taoists do is to punish rape and eliminate evil. If we are afraid of death, who respects the Three Pure Ones!"

I smiled silently.

It was another man. Looking at his stern expression, I suddenly remembered the days when I had led Niu Fen, Yue Ao and others to escape death countless times.

Yes, if you are afraid of death, who respects the Three Pure Ones?

It seems that my worries are unfounded.

Just like when we grew up, didn’t we just throw our heads and shed blood? The Dumpling King naturally has the same growth path as the Dumpling King! If I am the protagonist of the story about the ghost doctor, will Wang Dumpling also be the main character of another story?

?Forget it. The young man is free and destined to help, let him go!

"Let's go!" I glanced outside and whispered to the Dumpling King: "At this time, it is probably almost dawn, and there should be no one in the bar. We two unfamiliar faces suddenly appeared, there must be someone there

Look at us twice. Remember, when the time comes, just pretend that nothing is wrong and walk out. Don’t worry, no one really remembers anyone else in a nightclub like this."

The Dumpling King rubbed his stiff and cold face and nodded.

This guy was exhausted. Although he was so nice and gritted his teeth without making a sound, I saw that his legs were trembling, so I simply helped him and walked out together.

Sure enough, the clock outside already pointed to five o'clock.

There was lazy music playing in the hall, and there were only a few hungover drunkards muttering to themselves. There were no waiters, and there was no one at the bar...

This is an opportunity!

I held the Dumpling King and lowered his head and walked towards the door. But at this moment, a woman's voice suddenly came from behind: "You two, welcome back."

The Dumpling King and I couldn't help but be startled. From the corner of our eyes, we saw a woman standing up from behind the bar! She must have been lying there just now, so we didn't see clearly...

This man's voice was a bit sharp, with a hint of deliberate charm, it was so familiar...

who is she?

I was stunned for a moment, and suddenly, a face flashed in my mind!

No, isn't this the female bartender?

The Dumpling King and I looked at each other, and we saw each other’s eyes filled with disbelief!

Isn’t this bitch dead? All the blood on our bodies is thanks to her!

In doubt, I slowly turned my head.

Surprised!

Behind the counter was that smiling face, cunning in its hypocrisy, treacherous in its charm.

"Sir, are you... okay?" When the woman saw me looking directly at her, she couldn't help but pretend to smile shyly. Anyone with a discerning eye could see that this shyness was completely fake and just showing off!

What do you mean? Listen to this, why don't you recognize me?

"You..." I hesitated for a moment, then smiled slightly and said, "It's okay, I just think you are beautiful!"

"Haha, thank you! However, you men's mouth is not trustworthy!" The female bartender smiled with her eyes shining.

Judging from her expression, there is no flaw, it doesn’t seem like she is just pretending!

She doesn't even know me!

The Dumpling King looked nervous and never looked back.

I thought for a while and asked the Dumpling King to turn his head and said, "Brother, tell me, did I lie? Isn't this girl very beautiful?"

The Dumpling King looked at me in surprise. His expression was clearly questioning me: Brother, what are you doing? She knows me...

I winked and told him to relax.

The Dumpling King took a deep breath, turned to look at the female bartender and said with a naive smile: "No... I'm not lying, she is indeed beautiful!"

As I expected, this woman had no emotional fluctuations in the appearance of the Dumpling King. She just blinked and smiled and said: "You two, stop making fun of me! How about, if you think I'm beautiful, come back tonight

, how about a drink?”

The Dumpling King was stunned and looked at me. The subtext was, why doesn’t this bitch recognize me?

Yes, it would be understandable if she didn't know me. After all, there are so many people coming and going in the bar every day, and Huang Mao's face is not very outstanding, so it is normal for her to be unable to remember. But he shouldn't

I don’t know Dumpling King, because just in the middle of the night, she dragged him into the “boudoir” and almost killed him...

The only answer is that this woman really doesn't know me or the Dumpling King. Although she looks exactly like the female bartender, she is not the same person at all.

At this moment, I thought of the woman who drank the blood of a corpse that I had punctured the Shangkang point in the secret room just now. She also had the face of a female bartender, but she did not recognize me. She also denied that she had harmed the Dumpling King.

At that time, I thought she was cheating, but now it seems that she really doesn’t know us, and it wasn’t her who harmed the Dumpling King at all!
Chapter completed!