Chen Ming was laughed at angrily, of course he came to the tavern to eat, could he still sleep?

But he responded calmly: "Eat!" ”

The guy didn't seem to understand what he meant.

"I see you just came out of the hiring building?"

"Yes! I just came out of there! ”

"Since you're from the hired building, then I think you should eat a meal of ten ghost beads!"

"Is there any difference between the rice of one ghost bead and the rice of ten ghost beads?"

"Same food and drinks!"

"Since it's the same thing, why should I spend ten ghost beads?"

"The rice of one ghost bead is eaten here, and the rice of ten ghost beads can be eaten in the back!"

"Back? Is there anything different in the back? ”

There was a very ugly smile on the man's fleshy face.

"It seems that you are new here, and you don't understand the rules here, I suggest you eat ten ghost beads for rice, let's see it!"

Chen Ming looked at the ordinary door next to the counter, and there was a dirty curtain hanging on it.

I thought to myself, is there any mystery in it? As an ordinary mortal, wouldn't it be too dangerous to go in!

But after thinking about it, this tavern was opened next to the hired building, and I didn't dare to do anything too out of the ordinary.

Otherwise, it will definitely affect the business of hiring a building, since the guy said so, then go in and take a look yourself?

"Then let's have a Ten Ghost Beads!"

Chen Ming came to the counter and took out nine ghost beads and put them on the counter.

The guy looked at the nine ghost beads and didn't move. Instead, he smiled and said, "One is still missing!" ”

"Didn't I give you one back just now?"

The guy shook his fleshy face and said, "That's the tip you gave me, without that ghost bead, I wouldn't let you buy ten ghost beads." ”

Chen Ming looked at the man's four-petal mouth, and took out a ghost bead and put it on the counter.

The guy stretched out a little fat hand and made a gesture of please, "Sir, please inside!" ”

Chen Ming didn't speak, turned around and lifted the curtain on the side and walked in.

As soon as Chen Ming stepped into the door, he felt that the light in front of him was dim, and a strange music tune filled his ears.

When I looked closely, I was surprised to find that this was a large house of several hundred square meters.

The interior of the house is designed to resemble a theater, with a brightly lit stage at the back.

On the stage, there were several ghost people with strange musical instruments playing, which was the strange tune music that Chen Ming heard.

In the center of the stage, there are two snake-shaped ghosts, dancing with each other.

It felt like an Indian snake charmer was putting on a band, with three or four rows of tables of different sizes fanned out in front of the stage.

In the slightly dim light, there were twenty or thirty guests, sparsely seated at the table.

While drinking a little wine, I quietly watched the performance on the stage.

Chen Ming grinned, man, it's just a restaurant with a stage!

"A guest! Please sit inside! ”

The voice was not loud, and it sounded in his ears, startling Chen Ming, who was concentrated, and looked back.

At the entrance, there was a bartender who looked like a meat bug standing in front of the counter with a rather delicate decoration.

It seemed to be accustomed to seeing Chen Ming's eyes, and it introduced itself.

"It's the first time the guest comes, it's my brother outside, I'm his brother."

As he spoke, he stretched out his fleshy little short hand and asked Chen Ming inside.

Chen Ming smiled back, walked inside, and sat down at a table near the stage.

After a while, a fragrant breeze blew on the face, and a Dala waitress brought Chenming's wine and food.

Watching the waiter put his own food and drinks on the table from the tray, Chen Ming frowned.

It's not that the wine and food don't suit Chenming's appetite, but that this Dala waiter has no clothes on.

Although the ghosts of the Fallen God Realm may be from different planets. There are all kinds of body shapes, and there are various dressing habits.

But Chen Ming has a haunted house of the Dala tribe who recognizes himself as the main one, not only knows the Dala language, but also knows the living habits of the Dala people.

The Dara people have a habit of dressing and are ashamed of their blatant nakedness.

Then the naked service of this Dara waiter is probably not the original intention, but the special request of this tavern.

Chen Ming's eyes glanced intentionally at the stage, and sure enough, the dance accompaniment on the stage was naked.

Chen Ming suddenly realized that the dance of those two snake-shaped ghosts was not a glamorous dance.

It's just that I didn't think about it because of my race.

It seems that this is not a restaurant with a stage, but a place of sound.

Sure enough, the waiter of the Dala tribe said to himself "tweeting and tweeting" after setting up the wine and food.

"Sir! Do you want me to sit down and drink with you? ”

Chen Ming also tweeted, "You go and get busy, I'll just eat alone!" ”

The naked waiter replied with a smile and turned to leave.

Chen Ming wondered in his heart that this waiter didn't have any reaction to his fluency in Dara language.

However, Chen Ming didn't think about it, he was here to eat, and it was the right thing to go back early after eating.

The food was good and the drinks were even better. One ghost bead is worth a lot, but ten ghost beads is a super loss.

Chen Ming took a sip of wine and looked up at the serpentine ghost performance on the stage. It's funny in my heart.

This kind of interracial erotic dance, except for the rarity of watching, really doesn't feel anything.

And this strange tune of music, where can you hear the sound of glamour, is completely indiscriminate.

None of their hard work was as exciting as the graceful turn of the Dara naked waiter.

Just as Chen Ming was thinking this, the lingering dance on the stage was over.

Chen Ming drank all the wine in the cup and looked up at the stage.

Without any introduction or foreshadowing, the two newly appointed Samurai of Dongdong had already started fighting, and the rumbling thunder sounded.

Chen Ming could understand this voice, which was the sound of the people of Dongdong threatening each other.

It can also be seen that these are two Dongdong people, a man and a woman, and it seems that they are going to perform a special fight.

The people of Dongdong are physically strong, and their natural love and lust are famous.

Although Chen Ming also admits that he has lived in the haunted house of the Dongdong people, he does not like the movement of the Dongdong people very much.

Because as soon as they get excited, both men and women, will squirt thick juice from the flesh on their bodies, and it is very disgusting to watch.

Chen Ming poured a glass of wine and began to concentrate on eating, ignoring the performance on the stage, he just came to eat.

Ghost people can use the energy of ghost qi, and it doesn't have much effect if they don't eat it for a few days.

And Chen Ming is an ordinary mortal, and he will feel uncomfortable if he doesn't eat a meal, so Chen Ming eats very attentively.

After a while, a large meal was eaten by Chen Ming.

Although Chen Ming was too lazy to watch, he also heard that the fight on the stage was very intense, and the rumbling sound was endless.

Just as Chen Ming was concentrating on eating, he heard an unusually angry shout on the stage.

Then, with a rumbling shout, an object flew through the air.

"Bang-" slammed on Chenming's table.

Chen Ming raised his eyes and saw that it was a bloody palm with his fingers still twitching.