The red light grew brighter and brighter, and the voice was gradually thrown behind them, and when they could no longer be heard, they reached a plane, and a voice sounded in front of them: "Welcome distinguished guests! ”

Cheng Qianxun, who was crawling on the ground, spent a lot of effort and finally raised his head. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info was hazy in front of her, and she wiped her eyes with the back of her hand tremblingly, and then she saw clearly.

As if in a dream, a bar appeared in front of me, exactly like the design of a human bar. A long wooden table with many glasses of various liquors hung on it, and a cabinet full of various liquors and beverages at the back. The light on the top of the bar illuminates the bar in a bright red and warm light. In front of the stage, there are also several small black leather high chairs that can be rotated on high legs according to the standard.

A bartender in a white shirt, a small black tank top, and a red bow tie stood behind.

The bartender was in his forties, with a high nose, dark brown eyes, equally dark brown hair meticulously combed with hair oil, and a professional smile on his face. He looked like a foreigner, but he said in extremely pure and fluent Chinese: "Please come here, there are free drinks for you to recuperate." ”

It was as if he had really stepped into a bar, but there was no screeching noise, and there was no mermaid-like psychedelic music, and everyone knew clearly that this seemingly ordinary bartender must not be an ordinary person.

looked at the smiling bartender, with a few crow's feet at the corners of his eyes when he smiled, making him look more and more cunning.

Everyone hesitated, this should not be a trap.

"Stop on the third floor, you can drink, but don't bet." The angel's words seemed to ring in his ears, and Cheng Qianxun's weak arms supported the aging body that was almost in the ground, and struggled to climb onto the high chair.

She lay on the table, so tired that her heart was beating like a drum, and she was sweating profusely, as if she was about to die. After opening his mouth to speak, he did not make any sound from his mouth. She swallowed, but her mouth was dry and unconscious as if it had been stuffed with cotton.

Speaking again, there was finally a voice, old and hoarse, as if someone else had spoken: "Thank you! ”

With a commercial smile, the bartender raised his hand and inserted it neatly from the top of his head on a special shelf, took one from the upside-down cup, and wiped it very carefully with a snow-white cloth. Then he picked up the remaining half of the bottle from under the counter, uncorked it, and poured half a glass of bright red wine into the glass.

"Please!" Half a glass of dazzlingly red wine was silently pushed forward.

"Don't drink it." The girl wearing the token couldn't help but remind Cheng Qianxun when she saw Cheng Qianxun holding the wine glass with trembling hands.

Cheng Qianxun paused, looking at the smooth wine glass reflecting his appearance at this time... Who is a man with goosebumps and shriveled meat?

Cheng Qianxun almost couldn't believe her eyes, she shook her head at the wine glass, and the wrinkled face inside also shook her head with her movements.

Sure enough, it was her, and a sense of grief suddenly arose, who could see that this old man who was in his last years was still a young man not long ago?

"Drink it, it's guaranteed to be beneficial." The bartender laughed wickedly like a fox.

"There's only one breath left, it's better to die than to live like this." Cheng Qianxun, with all kinds of complicated emotions intertwined with resentment and despair, drank all the dazzling red liquid in the wine glass held in both hands.

The wine looks red, but it doesn't taste bad, with a bit of sweetness and sourness, and some bitterness. With a fruity aroma and a faint smell of wine, the liquid slid down his throat, and Cheng Qianxun felt a force penetrate from the wine into his body.

Stretching out her hand, she was pleasantly surprised to see that the hand that was originally as withered as a chicken's claw, the skin full of dark spots, like the skin of dried flesh in water, slowly stretched out. It's as if the vitality that I had just lost has come back to my body.

What had happened to her was obvious, and the others blinked their old and dazed eyes, making sure they were not mistaken. Immediately struggling to rush to the bar like crazy, trembling and reaching out to the bartender, pleading: "Give it to me, I want it too... ”

"Don't worry, it's all there, it's all there." The bartender poured the wine one by one unhurriedly, and with the exaggerated elegance of the English style, he pushed it to everyone.

As soon as everyone got the wine, they eagerly drank it, and then watched their hands change from dry branches back to their original shapes with ecstatic delight. Their silver-white hair, as if dyed, turned black one after another.

"Legend has it that the wine made from snake fruit tastes good, right? This cup is just ordinary, drink it slowly and just take a break. The bartender picked up another wine glass, poured a glass of wine-green wine, pushed it to Cheng Qianxun, and then continued to pour wine for the others.

I don't know what the road behind will be, maybe it's unbearable, and the road will be physically and mentally tormenting, so I do adjust and rest a little.

Cheng Qianxun sat on the high chair and took a sip, the wine was slightly fragrant with mint, a small amount of stimulation of the tip of the tongue, and the tired nerves seemed to wake up.

When the bartender pushed the wine to the driver and the bear child's father, he said, "The alcohol here is free, so if you think it's delicious, drink more, it's okay." ”

In this case, the father of the bear child drank a cup and asked for another cup, and soon after three or four cups, his face was slightly red.

"Don't drink, how can you go up if you're drunk?" The woman couldn't help but complain.

The bartender poured the wine and said with a smile: "Don't worry, that's all for today, you can take a rest later, and you will be able to sleep comfortably later." ”

"It's free anyway, if you don't drink it now, you won't be able to drink it when you die!" The man's face grew redder and redder, and he ordered another glass.

Hearing that today was over, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and the atmosphere suddenly became much more relaxed.

"It's not fun to just drink, why don't you play a little game?" The bartender pulled out a round glass jar from under the bar, which looked like a fish tank, and inside it was full of folded paper bags. He smiled brightly: "There are forty lots, each representing a different opportunity. There are good and bad, good signs, it may be... ”

He paused deliberately, and lowered his voice with temptation and mystery: "You don't have to go up the stairs anymore, but go straight to the human world." ”

No need to walk the ladder! Everyone's eyes lit up suddenly, they had only walked three floors, and they had already experienced the sound of hellish death, and the road ahead might be even more difficult. If there was a shortcut to get out of this strange place, it would be hard to ask for.

"What's that bad sign?" The driver asked, apparently this is what everyone wants to know.

"Of course, it's the end of the game, go to purgatory immediately!" The bartender's face suddenly became gloomy and terrifying, and the voice shook everyone.

But he immediately reverted to his original philistine smile: "But there is only one bad lottery like this, and there is only a one-in-fortieth chance." Everything in the world is originally good and bad, and the lots in it are half good and half bad, and some of them don't matter much even if they are not good. But the best sign is to return to the world immediately, and you can get a lot of money and enjoy the life of an emperor in the world. ”

The bartender slowly spread his hands to the round glass jar with the sticks in front of him, palms facing the jar, and made a closing shape. The look was like that of a witch spreading her hands to a crystal ball that could change her fate, and the sly smile on her face seemed to be a little mysterious and insidious: "Come on, draw one, I wish you good luck and draw a good lot." ”