The next day, on White Narcissus Street.

Cheng Haiping's eyes were blank, and he followed behind Mu Yan in a trance.

He's been in this state since he swallowed that weird thing last night.

According to the man named Thun, this thing is called a "parasitic shadow", and after swallowing it, the other party can control his shadow at any time.

He didn't know exactly what the control method was, if it was in normal times, he might have used his limited magic knowledge to try to analyze it, but now in his trance memory, he could only barely recall some memory fragments

A pair of powerful palms covered his mouth, his mouth was stuffed with something wet and sticky like a giant slug, he was dripping with tears and snot, but the big hands were unmoved, and in his helpless whining, the disgusting thing squirmed desperately into his esophagus, and then all into his stomach

Nightmare memories!

Probably to take care of his feelings, the man named Thun found a family to spend the night with.

He couldn't recall how it worked, but he remembered that when he was lying on the bed and staring at the ceiling in a daze and couldn't fall asleep for a long time, the other party gave him a fist on the back of the head, allowing him to sleep until morning

A night's rest had refreshed him, but even so he hadn't eaten even a bite of food until now, and even if he accidentally swallowed saliva ten minutes ago, he would hold his neck and look at his stomach in horror for a long time!

However, I can still think.

"Are you sure it's here?" Mu Yan in front of him stopped, looked up at a golden crown sign on the wall in front of him.

Below this sign is a staircase that descends, the walls on both sides of the staircase are sprayed with all kinds of colorful graffiti, there are many traces of vomiting can be seen on the stairs and handrails, and there are two garbage cans at the staircase, which are already full of garbage at this time.

Flies buzzed and flew around, and a foul smell filled the air around them.

At first glance, it's not a good place.

Cheng Haiping was stunned for a moment, his somewhat sluggish gaze scanned the surrounding environment, and finally stopped at the crown sign, and said in a hoarse voice: "This is it, this is the most chaotic bar I have seen."

Bars have always been the easiest places to come into contact with.

Mu Yan glanced at Cheng Haiping and didn't speak, in fact, he had the ability to help Cheng Haiping get rid of this pain, and it was easy for him who was proficient in memory magic to block a memory.

But he still remembers the scene when Voldemort invaded his memories and finally lost his soul, so if it wasn't a last resort, he would never easily invade the tourists' minds, especially peeking into the other party's memories or something.

And this kind of memory also helps to leave a fear of him in Cheng Haiping's heart, although he has a "parasitic shadow" as a guarantee, he also doesn't want to see the other party make any stupid moves to waste his time.

"Keep up." Mu Yan walked down the stairs.

Cheng Haiping endured the nausea and vomiting in his heart and followed behind.

Smack!

At the end of the walk, Mu Yan's palm gently touched the door lock, opened the iron door, and the two walked in.

Turning two corners in the narrow dark passageway, they appeared in a dirty kitchen, which was empty at this time, but apparently had experienced a busy time ago, with bright incandescent lights on, a mess of knives and molds on the table, four ovens with wide open doors, and a few bites of cake on top.

The temperature here is much warmer than the outside, and the air is filled with a rich mixture of cream and beer, which is even more impressive than the butterbeer of the Harry Potter world.

Vomit!

Cheng Haiping let out a retching sound, and he now wants to vomit as soon as he smells the food.

Mu Yan didn't look at him, walked around the table and walked to another door, his spiritual power detecting life fluctuations outside.

The lobby is a classic bar layout, and it is not open because it is broad daylight, but at this time all the lights are on, and only a young man dressed as a waiter remains in the bar.

This is not a simple young man, standing alone in the psychedelic lights at this time when no one should be, the whole bar seems to have become his home turf, his mouth is humming rhythmic songs, his feet are smooth and free, and he is waving a mop in his hand?

Well, in fact, he was cleaning, and when he heard the sound of the kitchen door opening, he immediately raised his head vigilantly and looked at Mu Yan who pushed the door out.

He was stunned for a moment, probably not expecting two strangers to come out of the back kitchen at this point in time, but he immediately reacted, and while touching his waist, he said in a loud voice: "Hey, sorry buddy, it's not open for business yet, if you're here for a drink, I suggest"

Before he finished speaking, his movements suddenly paused, his eyes quickly became trance-like, and a beautiful butterfly was reflected in his dark blue pupils

"Tell me, what gangsters do you know?" Mu Yan calmly walked forward, and behind him, Cheng Haiping looked at the waiter, revealing a sympathetic gaze.

Fifteen minutes later

Mu Yan and Cheng Haiping pushed the door and walked out of the back door.

Bang!

The iron door closed, the slightly cold air hit, and the smell around was as disgusting as ever.

Standing in front of the door, Mu Yan glanced at Cheng Haiping calmly, the latter was tense all over, and subconsciously wanted to squeeze a smile out of his face, but the smell around him made him almost not vomit.

With a cold snort, Mu Yan didn't say anything and walked forward.

It turned out that after Mu Yan's inquiry just now, I found out that although this bar looks messy, it is indeed a formal bar, and the various regulations are very strict, and the graffiti on the wall that looks messy and obvious style is that they spent a lot of money to invite someone to paint, in order to increase the trend elements, add personality style, and let the rebellious young people find a sense of belonging, and the waiter is proud to say that it is their bar culture

What else can Mu Yan say about this result?

Originally, according to his understanding, these bars and other industries are generally controlled by the gangsters, as long as they are found, they can easily get clues to the gangs behind them, but what else can he do when he encounters such a strange thing that comes out of the mud and is not stained?

He couldn't even blame Cheng Haiping, after all, he first circled the scope on the bar, and this place did look chaotic.

They weren't for nothing, though, and when asked the waiter where he thought the gangsters were most likely to exist, the waiter gave another bar name, "Volcanic Ash" Bar!

"Volcanic ash bar."

Sitting in the taxi, Mu Yan said skillfully in the language of this world, Cheng Haiping sat on his right, without saying a word, looking a little uneasy, probably still thinking about the previous events.

"Volcanic ash bar?" The bearded driver, who looked quite strong and had a feeling of crowding in the driver's seat, asked in surprise, and then twisted around with difficulty, grinning the corners of his mouth and smiling warmly and friendly.

"You can tell you what you're going to do in that place by now!"

He had an NN gun in his hand.11