The façade of the Imperial Entertainment Plaza is huge, and half of the street is lit up with neon lights.

The venue is divided into two floors.

On the first floor is a large discotheque that opens up throughout.

Under the fierce rhythm and changing lights, several dancers in three-point underwear and tulle twisted their waists and swung their hips on the stage in the center of the dance floor to the fierce rhythm of the music.

Above them was a large iron cage in the air, and a girl wearing nothing was clutching to the railing and writhing wildly.

All the men and women in the field were driven by them, jumping and swaying wildly.

The air was filled with the smell of alcohol, sweat, and all kinds of strange smells that were indistinguishable from the smell of old customers.

On the second floor, there are fully enclosed boxes.

Box 218 is located at the corner of the southwest hallway.

It can accommodate about seven or eight people.

There is a beer fruit plate on the coffee table, and the karaoke machine is playing the undersea city song and dance show.

I sat down on the couch, lit a cigarette, and silently watched the swimsuit beauties writhing on the screen.

At 9:18 a.m., the door of the box was pushed open, and a middle-aged woman wearing a long red evening dress with a thick white powder on her face came in.

"Boss, come and accompany a few little sisters, make sure you have a favorite style, and college students come to cubs."

After finishing speaking, a group of young women with heavy makeup and bright makeup came in, wearing a small bag and standing in a row with a small bag against the wall.

I glanced at the woman in the middle wearing a silver suspender backless miniskirt.

This woman is only about twenty years old, and her figure is quite prominent among the dancing ladies.

The mother waved her hand slightly, and the others who were not selected left in a neat and quiet line, leaving only the woman in the silver dress.

"Your boss's surname."

The woman in the silver dress sat down next to me with a flattering smile and raised her hand to open the beer on the coffee table.

I smiled, took the bottle from her hand, flicked the cap with my thumb, and folded the three glasses on the table into a zigzag, holding the bottle and pouring it.

The pale yellow liquor flows down the walls of the glass, filling the first glass, spilling out of the wall, but automatically merging into two rows and flowing into the two glasses below.

"I was pleasantly surprised that you dared to show up."

I turned the glass over with my hand, but not a drop of wine came out.

"I thought you'd just let the Dharma protector with the guy in the hallway come in and finish me off."

The woman in the silver skirt didn't pretend, he smiled, cocked Erlang's legs, took out a silver flat cigarette case, took out a thin rod lady cigarette and put it in her mouth, shook the kerosene lighter and lit it, took a deep breath, and said: "Go to the tiger's den alone, you are also very courageous, should I praise you for being a master of art and boldness, or laugh at you for not knowing whether to live or die?" ”

"You guys are also worthy of being called a tiger's den?" I squinted at the woman in the silver dress, raised my hand and pressed it on her smooth back, which was naked outside, and slowly slid down, "Relying on the hand you used to make the bottle just now?" Or do you rely on you to shoot flowers in the middle of the road? ”

A look of horror appeared on the face of the woman in the silver dress.

As soon as she sat down and picked up the wine bottle, she took the opportunity to use the first-class means of flower shooting, Wuli Mist, when she lit the lighter, it would activate the medicinal properties of Wuli Mist, normally I should be frozen on the spot and unable to move, only my mind remained awake.

But now, I talk and laugh as usual, but she is the one who freezes and can't move!

She couldn't even cry out for help.

In two sentences, the winner has been decided.

The skill is as high as a mountain.

If she didn't hold me down, she had to be crushed to death by me.

I stopped my hand on the slap on her lower back and pressed it gently.

The face of the woman in the silver dress flushed with a flush, and then she fell softly on the sofa seat, as if she had no bones, and the sofa under her was wet, and she looked at me as if she had seen an evil ghost.

"Shoot the flowers, the old Bodhisattva teaches the law, the golden boy is taught by the technique, and the dragon girl is passed on by the technique. When he taught the technique, he took the root of the golden boy's life, and cut off his mind to leave his descendants, so he could only be loyal to the old Bodhisattva. And when passing on the technique, a little spring mark will be left on the dragon girl, so that it can be taken and taken away, and a seed will be left for the old Bodhisattva in the future. The dragon girl who has left the spring mark will have a triple shadow on her forehead, and no matter how she changes her appearance, she will be recognized at a glance. ”

I patted the forehead of the woman in the silver dress.

"Since I'm here, the golden boy is dead or alive. If you were really smart, you shouldn't be in front of me. What do you have to say? ”

As soon as I asked, the woman in the silver dress would be able to speak.

"I won't betray the old Bodhisattva, whatever you want to do with me."

Although her voice trembled with fear, she had no intention of calling for her outside men to come in.

"You're wrong, I never wanted to find out from you about Thousand-Faced. I just want to ask you to tell you something about it, this old bodhisattva. ”

I pulled out the cup with the ashes from the bag next to me.

After two days of treatment, the ashes have accumulated at the bottom of the cup a palm thick, and after soaking in small burns, they are like gray mud, completely submerging the faceless little puppet's feet.

I took out the 40 million coins and lit them in front of the woman in the silver dress, then I took off the rune paper sealed at the mouth of the cup, threw the burning coin into the cup, and quickly resealed the rune paper.

When the coin fell, it immediately ignited the ashes mixed with small burns, and a faint blue flame appeared.

The puppet stood in the flames.

I asked the woman in the silver dress, "Do you understand?" ”

The face of the woman in the silver dress was like ashes.

"Sure enough, it's a true story, and even the Nightmare Suppressor knows it. Then tell you the old Bodhisattva that he has three days to beg me, otherwise the owner of this ashes and all his descendants will die with their feet festering! ”

I put the cup back in my bag and pulled out a blank sheet of paper and a slender silver needle.

"Dare to come to see me, although I am a little stupid, but my courage is good, I will give you a reward. The paper man begged for his life, not for you. ”

I tore a paper figure with a knife in each hand, picked up the silver needle, tore open the placket of her clothes, stabbed it lightly at the two fingers under her breast, and then pulled it out, and the needle was stained with a little blood.

At this point, the blood stabbed the paper figure twice in the face, and a pair of blood spots were pointed.

"The finishing touch needs the finishing touch, and the paper figure needs the finishing touch. The blood in his heart is nodding, and the paper man is stained with a trace of vitality, so that he can beg for his life. ”

I dipped the wine in my glass and flicked it at the paper figure's head.

The paper figure bounced up and landed above the box door, the paper knife in his hand trembling slightly.

"Call your people in and give it a fight, maybe they can kill me and win this game."

The woman in the silver dress kept her mouth tightly closed, looking determined not to make a sound.

But if she can't make a sound, she can't help it.

I tapped her on the back of the neck, and she said, "Another case of wine!" ”

The box was slammed open almost at the same time.

A flat-headed man with a meaty face barged in, raised the troll in his hand and was about to open fire.

The eyes of the woman in the silver dress widened.

The paper figure on the door floated down to the back of the man's neck, and he stabbed it with a knife.

The small paper knife may not even pierce his muscles and fat, but as soon as the knife pierces the skin, the man's legs are weak, and he falls directly to his knees, and then slams his face to the ground.

The paper man immediately floated back to the coffee table, and stood firmly without support, holding a pair of blood-stained paper knives, and staring at the woman in the silver dress with blood-stained bean eyes.

I patted the sleek shoulder of the woman in the silver dress, "You can also choose not to tell him about it, it will kill you in three days." Whether you live or you old bodhisattvas live, you decide for yourself. ”