The red light became brighter and brighter, and the sound was gradually left behind.
When they could no longer be heard, they reached a plane, and a voice sounded in front: "Welcome, distinguished guests."
Cheng Qianxun, who was lying on the ground, spent a lot of effort to finally raise his head.
Her eyes were hazy, and she wiped her eyes with the back of her hand tremblingly before she could see clearly.
As if in a dream, a bar appeared in front of me, exactly like the design of a human bar.
There is a long wooden table with many glasses for various wines hanging on it, and behind it are cabinets filled with various wines and drinks.
The lights on the top of the bar illuminate the bar brightly and warmly.
In front of the stage, there are several small black leather high chairs with high swivel legs placed in standard order.
A bartender wearing a white shirt, a black vest, and a red bow tie stood behind.
The bartender was about forty years old, with a high nose, dark brown eyes, equally dark brown hair that was meticulously combed with hair oil, and a philistine professional smile on his face.
He looked like a foreigner, but he said in extremely pure and fluent Chinese: "Please come over.
There are free drinks here for all guests to restore their strength."
It was like stepping into a bar, but there was no harsh noise, and there was no mermaid-like psychedelic music.
Everyone knew clearly that this seemingly ordinary bartender must not be an ordinary person. .
Looking at the smiling bartender, there were a few crow's feet at the corners of his eyes when he smiled, making him look even more cunning.
Everyone hesitated, don't think this is a trap.
"Stop on the third floor.
You can drink, but don't bet."
The angel's words seemed to ring in his ears.
Cheng Qianxun's weak arms supported his old body that was almost buried, and he struggled to climb onto the high foot. chair.
She was lying on the table, so tired that her heart was beating like a drum, she was sweating all over, and she was so tired that she felt like she was about to die.
After speaking, no sound came out of his mouth.
She swallowed, but her mouth felt as if it was stuffed with cotton, dry and numb.
When he spoke again, he finally had a voice.
This voice was old and hoarse, as if someone else had said it: "Thank you."
The bartender wore a business smile, raised his hand and inserted it neatly on the special rack from above his head, took out one of the upside-down cups, and wiped it very carefully with a snow-white cloth.
Then he picked up the remaining half of the wine bottle from under the counter, pulled out the cork on it, and poured half a glass of bright red wine into the glass.
"Please."
Half a glass of dazzling red wine was pushed forward silently.
"Don't drink."
The girl wearing the token couldn't help but remind her when she saw Cheng Qianxun holding the wine glass with trembling hands.
Cheng Qianxun paused and looked at his current appearance reflected in the smooth wine glass. . .
Who is this man with chicken skin and gray hair, who is so old that his flesh is shriveled up?
Cheng Qianxun could hardly believe her eyes.
She shook her head at the wine glass, and the wrinkled man inside also shook his head in response to her movements.
Sure enough, it was her, and a sense of sadness suddenly arose.
Who could have known that this decrepit old man was still a young man not long ago?
"Drink, it's guaranteed to be beneficial."
The bartender smiled as cunningly as a fox.
"I only have one breath left.
It's better to die than to live like this."
Cheng Qianxun, with mixed emotions such as anger and despair, "clunked" the wine glass he held in both hands.
Drink all the dazzling red liquid.
This wine looks suspiciously red, but the taste is not bad, with a bit of sweetness and sourness, and a bit of bitterness.
The liquid with a fruity aroma and a light wine flavor slid down his throat, and Cheng Qianxun felt a power penetrate into his body from the wine.
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Stretching out her hand, she was pleasantly surprised to see that her hand, which was originally as withered as a chicken's claw, had skin covered with dark spots, like dry flesh in the water, slowly stretching out.
It was as if the vitality he had just lost had returned to his body.
Everything that happened to her was so obvious that the others blinked their dim eyes to make sure they saw it right.
He immediately struggled towards the bar counter like crazy, stretched out his hand tremblingly towards the bartender, and begged: "Give it to me, I want it too..."
"Don't worry, we have them all.
We have them all."
The bartender poured the wines one by one calmly, pushing them to everyone with British exaggerated elegance.
As soon as everyone got the wine, they couldn't wait to drink it, and then looked at their hands with joy as they transformed from dry branches back to their original appearance.
Their silver-white hair also gradually turned black, as if dyed.
"It is said that the wine made from snake fruit tastes very good.
This cup is just ordinary.
Drink it slowly, just in time to take a rest."
The bartender picked up another wine glass, poured a glass of wine-green wine, and pushed it to Cheng Qianxun.
Then continue pouring wine for others.
I don’t know what the road ahead will be like.
It may be unbearable and physically and mentally taxing.
I really need to take a break.
Cheng Qianxun sat on the high chair and took a sip.
The slightly mint aroma of the wine stimulated the tip of his tongue, and his exhausted nerves seemed to wake up.
When the bartender pushed the wine to the driver and the naughty child's father, he said: "The drinks here are free.
If you think it tastes good, just drink more.
It doesn't matter."
In this case, the naughty child's father finished one cup and asked for another.
He quickly drank three or four cups and his face turned a little red.
"Stop drinking, how can you get up there if you are drunk?"
The woman couldn't help complaining.
The bartender poured the wine and said with a smile: "Don't worry, that's it for today.
You can take a rest and I'll let you have a comfortable sleep later."
"It's free anyway.
If you don't drink it now, you won't be able to drink it when you die."
The man's face became redder and redder, and he ordered another drink.
Hearing that today was over, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and the atmosphere became much more relaxed.
"Just drinking is no fun, why not play a little game."
The bartender took out a round glass jar like a fish tank from under the bar, which was full of small folded paper packets.
He smiled brightly: "There are forty lots here, and each one represents a different opportunity.
Some are good and some are bad.
A good lot may be..."
He paused deliberately and lowered his voice seductively and mysteriously: "You don't have to go up the stairs anymore, but you can reach the human world directly."
Everyone's eyes suddenly lit up because they didn't have to walk up the stairs.
They had only walked three floors and had already experienced the hellish sound of death.
The road ahead might be even more difficult and dangerous.
If there was a shortcut to get out of this weird place, that would be a dream.
"What's the bad sign?"
the driver asked, obviously this is what everyone wants to know.
"Of course the game is over, and I will go to purgatory immediately."
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The bartender's face suddenly became gloomy and scary, and his voice shocked everyone.
But he immediately returned to his original philistine smile: "But there is only one bad sign like this, and the chance is only one in forty.
Everything in the world is inherently good and bad, and half of the signs are good or bad.
Some of the signs are not good.
It doesn’t matter much, but the best sign is that you can return to the world immediately, and you can also get a lot of money and enjoy a life like an emperor in the world.”
The bartender faced the round glass jar with the lottery in front of him, and slowly opened his hands, with the palms of his hands facing the jar, making a closing gesture.
The look was like a witch spreading her hands towards a crystal ball that could change her destiny.
The cunning smile on her face seemed to be a bit mysterious and insidious: "Come on, try drawing one.
I wish you good luck.
Winning the lottery
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