Ark of the Immortal

How much?

Guess how much I want?

Then, the wooden door opened, revealing the pink, dim, and inexplicably ambiguous light inside.

I said, why do your lights still look like this even though they are so separated? It's just like Sister Tao's shop on the street where I sell customers.

Greyhound couldn't help but complain.

The person who opened the door was a big man. After hearing what Greyhound said, he laughed and cursed.

This is fucking called ambient lighting, you know nothing!

Then, he noticed the almost invisible undead man next to him.

The smile on his face suddenly disappeared.

The person you brought with you?

Don't be nervous, don't be nervous, I'm not here to check on you.

Greyhound quickly smoothed things over. He subconsciously touched his clothes, but couldn't find any money.

Uh... How should I put it? This is the financial owner.

Greyhound looked back at the undead man and quickly added.

He's also my friend.

The big man looked at the undead man, then at the gray dog, and the smile on his face gradually returned.

He said to the undead man in a tone that all men would understand.

He's another guy who can't stand loneliness. He's quite playful and wears a mask. I wonder if girls like your style?

Immediately, he stepped aside.

Come in, be careful, don't ask questions you shouldn't.

273. Greyhound body trade

Ambiguous, dim flashing lights and crazily twisting people formed the main theme of the room.

When the undead came in, they thought they were at the scene of the Originium Disease outbreak. What were these people doing?

Hey, don't panic, don't panic, this is normal, it's just a very normal way of entertainment.

Greyhound felt the undead man suddenly tense up, and he quickly stopped the undead man to prevent him from having a fit inside.

He can't defeat the Immortal Man, and he can't figure out where his bottom line is. If he really goes crazy here, he won't be able to get the information the Immortal Man wants today.

Entertainment, way?

The undead man looked past the greyhound again.

Men and women gathered in a huge underground dance floor, deafening music blasted in his ears, and the most primitive desires between men and women fermented in them.

The undead couldn't understand what was going on and could only attribute it to some kind of strange spell or state?

Yes, this is a very normal way of relaxing entertainment in modern society. Well, although not everyone agrees, there are quite a few people who enjoy it.

Greyhound continued to explain. He felt that the undead seemed to have no idea about many things. For example, what he saw in front of him was this thing called a nightclub.

...

The undead man was silent for a while, and found that the men and women were indeed just twisting their bodies. The atmosphere looked strange, but there was also an inexplicable warmth. However, no changes occurred.

This looks a lot like a special ceremony.

The undead man frowned and said something, but the voice was a bit soft in the gray dog's ears.

The nightclub adjusted the music very loudly so that Greyhound could not hear what the undead man was saying.

What did you say?!

I said, this looks a lot like some kind of ritual!

The undead man came closer and spoke loudly.

Do not you think so!

Hahaha, you are right, this is a ritual for stressed people to relax!

Greyhound laughed out loud, but he didn't worry too much. He just opened the way in front so that the undead could follow him all the way.

The undead man also lowered his head and pushed forward after the gray dog.

Greyhound's target was the bar behind the dance floor. But if you want to get there, you have to cross from the booth areas on both sides or the dance floor in the middle.

Greyhound took the undead man to the nearest road, trying to pass through the booth area.

In the middle, the undead man was walking, and suddenly a man stood up next to him and took two crooked steps outside.

The two bodies collided, and the man was knocked into his seat by the undead man's rock-hard body.

Hey! Mom, you are...you don't have eyes!

He is a drunkard, his hair is neatly combed on top of his head, his face is clean, and he is well-dressed. There are several fancy wine bottles on the seat next to him, so he is probably a rich man who lives a stress-free life.

The immortal ignored him, he was just a drunkard.

Unexpectedly, the guy stood up and grabbed the undead man's arm.

The gray dog ​​in front looked back when he saw that the undead man hadn't followed.

It didn't matter if he took a look, this look directly frightened him to the point where his heart and lungs stopped.

The drunkard grabbed the undead man, grabbed an empty wine bottle from the table next to him with his right hand, pointed at the undead man, and cursed.

Today you...you kid, if you don't give me an explanation! This matter...this matter will never be...finished!

The people around didn't care about what was going on here. It was actually quite normal to get into a fight after being drunk, not to mention that Dayan was a martial artist. A fight wouldn't be scary, but losing would be really embarrassing.

But what Greyhound didn't expect was that just when the undead man was about to attack, two burly men emerged from the crowd next to him and immediately held the drunkard back.

Where's the Le Tian Bang coming from? Get out of here!

He heard a bold voice next to him, and saw the two big men holding up the drunkard and walking out the door.

The drunkard obviously hadn't reacted yet. He struggled to break free from the shackles of the two big men, but there was no way.

Seeing the drunkard being taken out, the undead man turned his attention to the side.

At first glance, she turned out to be a very hotly dressed woman.

She boldly came to the undead man, looked him up and down, then bent his eyebrows and said with a smile on his face.

You have a good figure, you're so handsome.

The undead man was about to ask her who she was, when he saw the gray dog ​​next to her lowering his head and coming over, whispering into the undead man's ear.

This person is the second-in-command of this nightclub and is responsible for watching the scene. Her surname is Wu, and people who are familiar with her call her Second Sister Wu.

The person called Second Sister Wu frowned when she saw someone talking in the ear of the undead, but when she looked over carefully, she saw an acquaintance.

Her eyebrows rose, and she reached out and grabbed the gray dog's ears. The pain made the gray dog ​​suddenly grimace.

Oh yo yo! Sister, be gentle! Be gentle!

What kind of idiot did I ask you to bring in? It turns out to be your grandchild. You only know how to call me? You don't even say hello when you see someone?

Wrong old man! Wrong old man! Second sister, second sister, please be gentle!

Greyhound's accent changed completely when he spoke to Second Sister Wu, and his accent was no different from that of other Shang Shu people. If it were the first time they met, they might regard Greyhound as an authentic Shang Shu person.

The second sister Wu let go of her hand and watched the gray dog ​​take two steps back, hide behind the undead man, and then grinned and rubbed its ears.

Oh, second sister, you made my ears sore...

You know, you son of a bitch, you haven't come here to play for a long time. When you come here, all you do is solicit business from others, right?

Second Sister Wu knew that the undead people were brought here by Greyhound. Suddenly she lost interest in the undead. She just looked at the undead again, and then asked Greyhound.

Hey, are you going to tell me?

Looking at the appearance of Second Sister Wu, Greyhound knew that she had made a mistake. He quickly leaned out from behind the undead body, took two steps closer to Second Sister Wu, and whispered.

Don't talk nonsense. I didn't bring you here to pimp him! He's looking for Brother Sun to ask something. It's business!

Second Sister Wu snorted twice and turned her eyes to look at Greyhound.

Yitidou knows how to do things, do things. I haven't seen your kid since when did you come over to play tricks on me? Does he want to run away after being lied to?

Ahem! Second sister, I will do it next time, I will do it next time.

Fortunately, the immortal couldn't understand what these two people were saying. If he really understood it, Greyhound would probably have to face questioning from the undead now.

However, although the Immortal Man could not understand, he still understood somewhat that Greyhound and this Second Sister Wu should be old acquaintances.

Maybe if Greyhound comes forward, they will be left with a lot of trouble.

As expected, the two of them murmured there for a while.

Sister Wu's somewhat uncertain face gradually improved, and she patted the gray dog ​​twice in annoyance.

The gray dog ​​also laughed twice, and then heard the second sister Wu say.

If you want, I'll take you two to find Lao Sun.

Then, two more big men came from behind the crowd and opened the way for him in front of the undead man.

The second sister Wu took the lead, the gray dog ​​followed behind the second sister Wu, and the undead man followed the gray dog.

The two of them walked forward while talking.

Before she even said a few words, Second Sister Wu was amused two or three times, and Greyhound also had a mysterious smile on his face.

Through the crowd, the three of them arrived at the small door next to the bar.

That's it. Lao Sun is in the innermost room. He just finished doing something. Now go ask him. I guess he is in a good mood.

Second Sister Wu stood at the door, and she stopped here.

A security guard behind him opened the door and let the undead and the greyhound in.

Next time you come here, I'll wash your baby, do you understand?

Second Sister Wu is also a bold woman. When Greyhound and the Undead walked in, she reached out and touched Greyhound's butt.

The gray dog ​​just giggled, and then nodded in agreement.

It wasn't until the door was closed that the noise behind him became much quieter.

Greyhound breathed a sigh of relief. He subconsciously took out a cigarette from his clothes, shook out one and lit it in his mouth.

When he turned around, he realized that the undead man was staring at him with a strange expression.

What's wrong? Have you never seen such a popular man?

Greyhound's tone was a little guilty, and he was still a little panicked when he showed up like this in front of his colleagues.

The immortal shook his head and asked seriously.

What treasure are you giving in exchange?

The undead man spoke seriously, not joking at all.

Is it important to you?

Cough cough cough!

As soon as Greyhound took a puff of cigarette, he choked to death at the words of the undead man.

After waiting for a while, he supported the wall, shook his head at the undead man, and said while swallowing.

No... no, I said there is something wrong with your brain circuit... It's not a treasure, it's just an ordinary body transaction, understand?

Unexpectedly, the immortal was stunned for a moment, and then asked seriously.

Does she want your hands or your feet?

...

Greyhound sighed. He found that the undead seemed to have no understanding of the matter between men and women.

After taking a cautious puff of cigarette this time, Greyhound spoke.