Everyone Loves Gentle Township [Quick Transmigration]

The basement floor is full of lights and shadows. On the central dance floor, different people stand and sway their bodies. For some people, it may be a good place to hunt for sex.

Ke Zhiniao only noticed the difference between them, the intact living people, he can guarantee that no other place is as pure as the living people in this nightclub in front of him.

Zhidiao, who was brought in by the waiter, also received a warm reception. Men and women dressed as bunny girls wagged a small tail behind their backs and poured wine for him.One of the bold ones sat directly next to him and explained the drinks in the store personally: "You are such a beautiful customer, I feel honored to be able to entertain you."

Zhitiao, who was dressed as a stuffy employee, lost his glasses before he got into the minister's car, and now others are staring at his formal and meticulous shirt and suit: "Drinking wine will increase the temperature ,Guests, please take off your coat."

Saying this, his technique was slightly jerky, perhaps because the buttonholes on Jitori's clothes were too tight.The curve of the neck is hidden all the way down in the well-wrapped collar, and the waiter is fascinated by watching: "The customer's buttons are really tight."

"Sorry, I don't know much about these things. Can't I dress like this here?" Playing a shy young man is also a unique skill. Although Zhidiao was not in this style before, shyness has its own beauty. Also dabbled a little bit.As he spoke, he looked at the people around him, and sure enough, they were all wearing anything, and the standard uniform was endowed with other ambiguous meanings here.

The waiter was indeed infected by his innocent attitude, thinking hard whether it would be better to let it go like this, or just continue to lie.Another waiter dressed in a tuxedo didn't think about it at all, and told Zhidiao in a coaxing tone: "It doesn't matter if you don't wear the right clothes. There are special clothes for guests like you in the backstage." people brought backstage.

The waiter who was cut off halfway was obviously a little unhappy, but he didn't say much, and turned to wipe the long-abandoned seats in the store—the seats specially prepared for the beautiful customers loved by everyone.

Jitori followed behind the waiter in tuxedo, allowing others to re-do his hair and change into "disheveled" clothes as if they were dressing up a doll.

He was held by the hand again and led to the seat specially prepared for him.

A stranger suddenly sat on the seat that had been vacant for a long time, and the people on the dance floor seemed to be awakened, even the music stopped.

They turned around, and countless pairs of eyes were fixed on Jitori's body.

If you were a timid person, you might be too scared to sit still at this moment.

Jitori just kept a humble and polite smile, sat steadily, and didn't even look a little bit moved.

"He is a gift." Someone in the crowd said suddenly.

Afterwards, countless voices echoed, praising Ye Yan who was beyond comprehension that could not be endured with the naked eye, each and every one of them confided that they wanted to "fall in love with him".

Now Zhidiao has collected another piece of information, apart from beauty, they also need a condition - "admiration".

More precisely, it should be loved by many people.

Although it is not clear what the consequences will be, such a fanatical atmosphere is obviously abnormal, and their attitude towards Jitori has a clear purpose, such love is inferior and useless.

It needs to be corrected, Zhidiao subconsciously made such a judgment.

"We should open the road to the next floor." Continue down, all the way to the eighteenth floor of hell, they walked forward, raised their seats, and there was another passage leading to the next floor on the side of the bar.

The next moment, a familiar figure quickly ran up to him, grabbed Jitori's hand, and ran all the way to the stairs on the side of the hotel.

He looked very young, much younger than when Jidori knew him.

Song Hang.

Also, since it was entered through his memory, how could there be no existence of him in this world?

The two of them were like escaped lovers at a wedding scene, running all the way from the dimly lit underground nightclub to the dark street.It seems that it is already late at night, except for a few wandering souls who can't tell what night it is, the place is empty and there is no one there.

"You shouldn't be here." Song Hang said suddenly, "You can't be loved by them, they will kill you."

"Why?" She was still wearing a geisha-like robe, and all her original things were left in the hotel, and her hair became messy after running around.

Song Hang looked the person in front of him up and down, feeling an inexplicable sense of familiarity, and reached out to touch Zhitiao's neck.

That's where he left his chains.

It's a pity that as far as the past memory is concerned, their encounter is far after this moment, and it is absolutely impossible for Song Hang to know.Now he looks like a college student, a college student who is still playing secret agent COS, with a sharp dagger tied on the outside of his thigh, and there seems to be something stuffed in his left trouser pocket.

"And I won't let you die easily." Song Hang added, as if remembering something bad, his body trembled a little, "Anyway, if you want to leave before them, where do you live?"

"The villa area on the top of the mountain." Zhidiao told the truth.

Hearing that address, Song Hang froze for a moment, as if thinking of something, then pulled him into a car: "I see, I'll take you back."

He thought he was covering it up very well, but his thoughts and demeanor fell into Zhiniao's eyes, and he didn't ask until the car had driven a few miles and he couldn't even see a soul, "You are very familiar with that place." He stretched out his hand again. , put it on his hand that was gripping the steering wheel, "It's cold, who is she to you?"

"Who?" On the front glass of the car, the faces of the two were vaguely reflected.

Song Hang suddenly realized that the person sitting next to him at this moment did not seem to be the shy and timid person he imagined.

"I don't remember her name, but I remember that she is a very beautiful woman." Due to the temperature difference inside and outside the car, the glass was covered with a layer of fog, so Zhidiao drew her face on the foggy glass, "I drew Not good, I just remember that she was wearing a red dress and carrying a very personalized bag, she was very pretty." He emphasized again.

For a moment, Song Hang felt that the person beside him was a real ghost walking in the twilight of the wilderness.

"You've seen her." Trying not to look at the people around him, "That's my sister." His most important, dependent sister.

In the beginning, Song Hang was very happy when he knew that his sister was accidentally chosen as the heroine when she was playing tricks: "I have something you want to know in my left trouser pocket."

"Thank you." Zhi Niao laughed, turned across his body, and touched it.

Since his sister left, it was the first time someone was so close to him.

I really don't know how to describe this feeling, trying to hold back my expression, it won't be too strange.

After thinking about it, he suddenly felt that something was wrong. After the hand crossed his body, why didn't it move?

"It takes so long to get this booklet?" The mountain road was not distracted, Song Hang turned a corner, and unexpectedly found that the people around him were lying on top of him, as if they had lost consciousness.

He panicked: "Are you okay? Wake up!"

Of course he couldn't wake up, and when he touched the booklet, Zhitiao's consciousness was dragged into the illusion again.This time he changed his perspective, lowered his head, and was wearing a fiery red skirt. He heard his own cries, and begged those guys in white masks to let her go.

But who will listen?

This is an opportunity to open the gate of the underworld that only comes once in a few years.

What caused the gate of the underworld to be closed in the first place is unknown, but a certain belief spread unknowingly. The white-faced and detailed statue replaced all the gods that people used to place their emotions on, like a virus. Infect everything.

The god said that as long as precious sacrifices are offered, the gate of the underworld will be opened again.

At that time, all the sins and resentments lingering in the world will return to their proper place.

However, the selection of sacrifices is harsh.

What it wants is pain, the more it burns like a raging fire, the more it can resonate with the gate of the underworld, and it has the qualifications to become a bridge between this shore and the other shore.At the same time, they also believe that only those who can be admired by both life and death can become a bridge to cross the dead.

Because at that time, countless dead spirits will pass through the body of the sacrifice, and only a body that is accepted by both parties can minimize the rejection reaction.

As for the requirements for appearance, it is just because few people deliberately hate beautiful and outstanding creatures, especially when they think of first-class beauties who are willing to dedicate themselves, their love grows exponentially.

The woman Jitori met was one of the carefully selected sacrifices.

Originally, they were just an ordinary pair of siblings, but when the older sister was working in the drama troupe, she was well-received for her outstanding looks, and soon got the leading role.

The wide acceptance became the reason why she was chosen as a sacrifice.

From the perspective of the sacrificial offering, Zhidiao finally understood the reason why the woman suffered so much in the previous dream. The white mask that covered her face was deliberately made with spikes on the back in order to firmly fix it on her face.

Just so that she can't hear her yelling in the follow-up processing.

This is a paradox.

Or a hoax.

Resonating with the gate of the underworld with pain, she herself also hates the sinners who have harmed her so far, and resentment arises from it. "Being loved by countless people" is the knife that kills her. How could she be so kind and tolerate sinners forgetting everything and returning to the other shore?

That's not resentment.

The ceremony was successful, the gate of the underworld opened in front of them, but no one had the chance to step in, they could only watch it being closed again, and continued to stay in the world, again and again.

Maybe it's not the world anymore, it's already another hell.

Seeing this, the system suddenly appeared, reminding Zhitiao:

[Host, the task of the will of the world is not mandatory, we can completely ignore it. ]

It was greedy, only thinking about the final benefit, and thought that in order to achieve the ultimate goal, the more things it got, the better, but it didn't expect that it was set aside by the will of the world just halfway through.To actually want the host to make such a big sacrifice, the most frightening thing is that the system actually thinks that the host may agree to it.

Zhitiao was not surprised, rather, he could fully understand why the will of the world would choose him to accept the task.

If other people open the gate of the underworld, they will resent in the center of pain and end in failure, then Zhiniao will never have such a situation.

Compared with useless resentment, he is more willing to directly drag down the target that put him in danger.These living and dead who are also suffering are not his ultimate goal, but the white-faced and thin-eyed statue is, and those crows gathered together and smashed by the storm are.

Of course, besides that...

The author has something to say: Zhiniao: After the conditions are explored, you can prepare to collect the net