Wangcai took the elevator downstairs, and the female corpse followed him as usual.

"Goodmaunin, Color"

The second child of the inn, no, should be called a waiter.

A young waitress wearing suspenders, a white shirt, and a black bow tied around his neck greeted Wangcai with a smile.

Learn from the province to open a store for foreigners, and foreignness is the first.

"Color? You're talented."

Listening to Wangcai's muttering, the waiter's face was embarrassed.

Seeing Wangcai walking towards the door, he was disdainful in his heart: he ran into a dirt bun again.

Wangcai has a lot of things on his mind, and he is usually observant, but now he doesn't have the time to care about what others think.

As soon as he came to the door of Ludian, Wangcai's right leg was hanging in the air, hesitating.

The sun was bright and dazzling outside.

"I'm going to become a zombie, will I be dissipated when I touch the sun?"

Wangcai remembered what Qian Zhenren said in the carriage last night: "You have to go to the next town to live before dawn, otherwise the zombies will touch the sun and be illuminated by the sun, and they will turn into ashes!" ”

He shuddered, and turned to the waiter.

"Little brother, I heard that you have a bar here~"

The waiter at the inn posted a smile on his face and pointed to the corridor on the first floor on the right, where there was a wooden door decorated with gold flowers and a cross

"Sir, it's right behind that door~"

"Oh good, thank you"

Wangcai raised his feet and walked away, and the female corpse behind him naturally followed inch by inch.

"Poor sour ghost, let's see how you should die when you meet that Cao Dashuai inside!" The waiter watched Wangcai push the door and walked into the door, and his heart was happy.

Thinking of serving Cao Dashuai, most of them stood up and went in and came out lying down, and those who came out of lying down swallowed their breath.

Wangcai entered the bar for the first time, and the interior was very foreign.

A glass wine table, a chair with a backrest, and a smell of flowers.

It's better to die here drunk than to be sunburned.

A cabinet stood on the north wall, and on top of it were many glass bottles, all of which were supposed to be foreign wine.

In front of the wine cabinet, there is a half-height counter of a table selling pork, and a man in a black suit with a small/bearded man holds a small iron bottle in one hand and a tall glass in the other.

There was a man sitting on the counter, lying on the table crying and shouting, "Qianwen~My Qianwen~"

It should be a drunkard, the skin is a little piercing, Wangcai remembers that there is also a marshal who calls himself Dalong in a town in the north, with a hundred and ten people under his hand, a hundred and ten guns, and he is very majestic. Marshal Dalong wore a similar outfit to this set, but in a different color.

There is also a man with a musical instrument on his shoulder, and a small wooden saw in his hand, playing a melodious tone up and down.

It's called a violin, and Wangcai has seen rich people in the provincial city play it, and they all play it like sawn wood, but the man in front of him plays it well.

"It's so sad to change the festive one, I can't help but want to cry, woo woo woo ......"

The man looked at his head, his nose red from wine lees, and wiped the drunkenness on his cheeks.

The violin player was startled and hurriedly agreed to a cheerful song.

"This soldier looks like he is trapped by love, and he is not afraid of death when he plays this cheerful song?"

Wangcai just had doubts in his heart, and with a "bang", the musician who had been pierced through his chest pressed the delicate violin, slumped on the ground, kicked his legs, and went west!

"I just died Aunt Jiu, you are so cheerful, do you mean to be angry with me!"

Drunken people can't pay attention, and they still have guns in their hands.

The musician who fell in a pool of blood was suffocated to death, and he couldn't reason until he went to the underworld.

"Hiss"

Although Wangcai is a dying person, he is also afraid of death, and he was obviously frightened when he looked at the hand of the man behind the counter who grabbed the wine glass and shook out more than half of the yellow water.

Wangcai turned his head and wanted to leave.

"Ahem! Come back! ”

The man was drunk and hazy, squinting at Wangcai, and pointed the gun at his head with his other hand.

"Don't shoot, sir! I'm not going! ”

Wangcai raised his hands and obediently sat down beside the drunken man.

Looking at the muzzle on the table, pointing at the muzzle of his chest, Wangcai smiled bitterly, it was really called that the sky should not be, and the earth was not spiritual.

"Chat with me, I invite you to drink, drink my favorite water!"

"Thank you, sir!"

Wangcai slapped the table and shouted loudly to the bartender: "What are you doing in a daze, bartending!" ”

As soon as he slapped the table, the female corpse sitting behind him who happened to be blocked from view also patted him, one or two times.

The bartender glanced at the two of them in surprise, and obediently grabbed the whiskey in the wine cabinet behind him.

Wangcai is the mind of a villain, the dead dare to make money, and the routine of the fox and the fake tiger is also learned quickly.

"You kid on the road!"

The drunken official really likes to be prosperous, and uses his prestige to train people, the fox is fake and the tiger is mighty, isn't he a tiger?

Half a glass of wine was placed in front of Wangcai's eyes, and the other half was spilled, and the bartender's hands were wet.

Just died, the musician's violin was still trampled under Wangcai's feet, and the bartender can still bart, and if he doesn't pee his pants, it's a good thing.

"What does this smell like?"

I poured the yellow and clear foreign horse urine into my mouth, and I didn't spit it out.

"Weishui, whiskey and water! Haha, how's that? ”

This official likes to see Wangcai's face tangled, and a mischievous pleasure wells up in his heart.

"It's delicious, it's your taste"

Wangcai forcibly swallowed it and said with a smile.

"A taste with me, good, good......"

The two opened up the conversation here, one was sad, the other was dying, and glass after glass of wine poured into their stomachs.

The bartender's eyes are left elsewhere.

The woman who came in with this young man with a black face on half of her face seemed to have some problems.

Whether the young man raised his glass, drank alcohol, or burped, he did what he learned, and his movements were like a mold carved out, as if he was controlled by the evil way and pierced a straw man.

He remembered that a few days ago, a group of zombies slaughtered a village, and it was still the chaos in front of him, where the commander Cao led the troops to calm the chaos.

I thought it was safest to be a soldier, but how could I hide under a soldier's gun and encounter such a strange thing?

Just as he glanced at it, Cao Dashuai took out a photo from his arms and put it on the bar.

"Bang dang!!"

The bartender didn't stand firmly, took two steps back and crashed into the wine cabinet behind him, and dozens or hundreds of oceans of foreign wine were shattered to the ground.

"You kid, find, look for death!"

Before Cao Dashuai's muzzle was erected, he heard the bartender pointing behind Wangcai and shouting, "Ghost!" Ghost! What the hell!! ”

Cao Dashuai's newly dead ninth aunt is not exactly the same as the woman behind Wangcai?

When Cao Dashuai took out the photo, Wangcai felt bad.

"Ghosts? I've fought zombies and monsters, so let me see what the hell is going wild on my turf! ”

Cao Dashuai stood up, his leather boots fell to the ground and stepped on the blood, and he was about to look for ghosts.

"Qian, Qianqianwen?"

"You've turned into a ghost and come back to see me?"

"It's daytime, don't let the sun shine!"

Wangcai took two steps back in fright.

The female corpse did the same, but it was very bad for Cao Dashuai.

"You, did you kidnap Qianwen!"

Cao Dashuai stepped drunk, swayed and kept up with Wangcai, and the pistol was pressed against his chest and shouted: "Let go of my ninth aunt!" ”