Time passed slowly, and it approached one o'clock in the middle of the night.

Kemon began to persuade: "Do you think there is really a free lunch in the world? ”

Kemon's voice was quiet, but everyone present was sharp, after all, they had all embraced that mysterious power, and their whole body was slightly amplified.

Don't look at everyone's good looks and ignore other growth, Kemeng also said this, and suddenly noticed that most of the audience's attention was on him.

Kemon immediately shut up and said no more.

"What do you mean?" The girl at the same table didn't understand, and her brain hadn't turned around yet, so she asked Kemon again.

The boy at the same table said "um", and there was a suspicious look on his face.

Looking at the more and more people around, a rough count shows that it is at least more than a hundred.

Kemon was silent, just now when he said about the free lunch, the bartender's eyes were already staring, his face did not have the previous friendliness, and even showed a trace of malicious intent.

A few minutes later, the waiter was ready to leave work, walked to the staff room, closed the door, and disappeared.

In the moonlight bar, there was only a group of handsome men and women, and an elderly old man.

Kemon gave the two people at the table a look, but did not give a warning, because he was afraid of startling the snake.

The sentence just now had already startled the "snake", but fortunately, this "snake" was very confident and thought that he could submit Kemon.

And Kemon is also very confident, believing that he can fight the Bloodline.

Even if you can't die, you won't have any problem escaping.

Kemon sneaked his hand at the black and red checkered scarf, and he was still able to look inside the space inside the scarf, indicating that the storage props could still be used.

Tick, tick.

There was an old clock in the moonlight bar, and the hour hand was beating slowly as if it were rusting, but the mechanical sound of ticking was getting louder and louder.

As the time gets closer to one o'clock, ten, nine, eight...... One second!

The chime gradually became louder, and when the second hand coincided with the zero, a loud bang rang in the room.

It was like a flood of bells, so that everyone heard its voice, and the whole attention was involuntarily attracted by the bell, and the mind was fluctuating, the will was uncertain, and the body gradually swelled with sleepiness.

"Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to the Moonlight Bar, this is your freshman night, and soon, that Lord will be here to take you into the real world of the Moonlight Bar."

The old bartender's voice is very slow, with some mysterious hypnotic magic, which makes people feel a sense of trust and security.

As long as you believe in him, you will be able to welcome a new life.

Already feeling the fluctuations of mental disturbance invade his body, Kemon began to think about whether to give up resistance.

But when he thought about it, so many innocent humans were sleeping here, and if the Bloods suddenly came out to kill and drink blood, Kemon definitely didn't want to see them die.

Kemeng felt that people have a love for beauty, but if the price is to pay for their lives as blood food for the blood clan, it is not worth it.

Don't want this beauty filter!

Kemon chose to rebel, allowing his resistance to resist hypnotic fluctuations.

However, on the surface, Kemeng did not maintain a spirited look, but squinted slightly, shook his head, and pretended to be about to fall asleep.

The others behaved similarly to Kemon, squinting their eyes, shaking their heads from side to side, and banging their foreheads directly on the table.

Two seconds later, the kowtowing guests all heard the sound of sleep.

Kemeng did the same, falling asleep on the table, even if the wine from the wine glass spilled on his cheeks, Kemeng's brow did not wrinkle.

A few seconds later, all the young people in the moonlight bar collapsed on the table, silent.

And the old man's voice did not stop, he left the bar, got on the stage of the bar, sang loudly, sang some strange lyrics, brandished a fruit knife, and behaved strangely.

Kemeng didn't look at people with his eyes, he was afraid that the old man's spirituality was high, and it would be bad if he found the clue.

People with high spirituality are very sensitive to the gaze of others, for example, when Kemeng found the bandage man, the bandage man also instantly discovered Kemeng, this is an invisible collision on the spirit, the collision is extremely slight, and few people notice it, unless the person is very spiritual.

The old man was singing in the bar, and the fruit knife was not an ornament, and he slashed his arm, and the bright red blood fell from his arm and dripped to the floor.

Kemeng didn't open his eyes, but Kemeng, who was extremely spiritual, recognized through his voice, made up for the old man's movements in his brain, and also predicted the landing of blood in the air.

The blood fell to the ground, giving the scene a bloody smell, and at the same time, the temperament of the bar counter also changed.

The overhead lights suddenly changed their light source, and beams of red light shone into the bar room, staining the place a blood-red color.

Kemon's heart skipped a slight beat, and he gradually felt it.

The space around me seems to be melting.

No, not melting, but "coincidental"!

Kemon believes in his sixth sense, that some unknown changes are taking place at the Moonlight Bar, and that the real-world bar is spatioally overlapping with another Moonlight Bar event.

At this time, Kemon has already sensed that the ritual of overlapping the space of the bar has begun, and it is time to come on the stage to solve the problem.

When Kemeng fell on the table, the palm of his right hand was already covered with the storage scarf, and in a moment of thought, the golden haired round rice balls instantly bounced out.

The old man at the bar stage was preoccupied, presiding over some strange ritual, distracted.

At this time, the rice balls that turned into a big dog breathed like a gust of wind, and the big golden retriever dog head appeared directly above the old man, looking down on the old man from an absolute height.

The old man was stunned at first, and then his face was confused.

Incomprehensible, strange, not good, shocked, the four emotions appeared on the old man's face at the same time like a volcanic eruption.

"Wang!" Tang Yuan didn't talk nonsense, and slapped the old man away.

The old man in the bar flew upside down to the bar wall like a kite with a broken string, blasting out a human-shaped pit, and the whole old bone was sunk into the wall and could not be pulled out, and the dust was flying.

"Ahh The old man's scream came to an abrupt end as it slammed into the wall.

It's too weak, Tang Yuan shook his head, it wasn't worth it at all.

At this point, Kemon took another storage item and collected the unconscious human into the storage item.

These are all victims, no matter what kind of mentality they had before when they came to the Moonlight Bar, Kemon has time and time, so let's rescue them and throw them to the local investigation bureau afterwards, and let them be troubled.

"You didn't slap him to death, dig him out." Kemeng frowned and shouted a word of rice balls.

The glutinous rice balls snorted, it didn't expect this old man to be so dish-hungry, and he couldn't even slap it.

Such a weak enemy is not worthy of the master himself.