I have all the characters that the male protagonist loves [Quick Transmigration]

Wen Ling went down to the bar lobby, but saw that the scene was not as chaotic as he thought.

Ordinary people are so drunk that they only care about bragging and looking for trouble, and they may choose a pleasing place at random and start to vomit.

It is absolutely impossible to remember to pick up the garbage and take it away when you leave the bar, and also arrange the empty wine bottles one by one so that the boss can clean them.

However, Jiang Xing's bar is like this now, weirdly clean.

When Wen Ling first entered the bar, he took a closer look at the dried fruits in the glass jars on the table. Each one was full and free for guests to eat.

The jars are all empty now, but there's not a single nut shell or pine nut skin left on the table.

Wen Ling narrowed his eyes slightly, and took advantage of the moonlight cast by the stained glass, and walked to a tavern table for a closer look.

The tip of his nose moved slightly, clearly remembering the method Jiang Xing introduced to him.It was the smell of burning gin, exactly the same as what Sander drank in the afternoon.Every table ordered the signature "Lava Tequila".

People's tastes are all kinds of weird. Is this wine too good, or is there another unknown reason?

The empty goblets have been stacked neatly on the bar, like guards about to go on patrol.

But it was only a few minutes before the guests left, and Jiang Xing was mixing drinks and settling accounts by himself, how could it be possible to clean up so quickly?

Wen Ling took out a tissue and wiped it across the table.

No water spots, no one drinking wine on the rocks.Not even a drunk spilled a drop of wine.

The faint singing upstairs stopped, and when the old faucet was turned on, it made a teeth-stinging friction sound.

Jiang Xing is coming out soon.Although Wen Ling is not under the control of this junior who has met once, there is no need to waste his time talking.

He rolled up a tissue and threw it into the trash can, then pushed open the door of the bar without a sound.

It was cold in the desert at night, and the dry and slightly cold wind rushed in through the crack of the door, blowing a strand of hair on Wen Ling's forehead.The Milky Way hangs down all over the sky, as if it is within reach.

The gray-black clouds moved slowly, and the full moon was in the sky.

And under the moonlight, a pitch-black snake was entrenched on the wooden railing in front of the bar, straightened up with Wen Ling's arrival, and the scarlet snake spoke slowly, like a silent night watchman.

Wen Ling closed the bar door behind her backhand, and quietly looked at the snake.The bottomless black eyes of the other party shone with an inorganic cold light, as if waiting for him to change his mind and extinguish the idea of ​​going out at night.

It is exhortation and warning.

However, Wen Ling always followed the plan and would never stop for a snake.

He took two steps towards the side without the snake, and the snake poked its head out, watching his every move.

Just when Wen Ling was about to step down the steps of the bar, the snake's whole body arched up, as if it was about to fly and bite in the next second.

Suddenly, a medium-sized dog as dirty as a mop jumped out from nowhere, its limbs were bent, and it bared its teeth and roared at the snake.

The angry barking disturbed the other watchdogs in the town, and the chaotic barking almost woke up the town.

Wen Ling brushed the left/round gun at his waist with his finger, his eyes were calm.

The black snake was stopped by barking, its tense muscles relaxed, its pointed tail trembled slightly, and it lazily returned to the railing.Even the vertical pupils that had been overflowing with murderous aura softened, and looked lazily at Wen Ling.

But Wen Ling inexplicably read a look like watching a good show from it.Black Snake didn't kill him, but instead seemed to choose to see him die.

Seeing that the snake stopped attacking, the dirty dog ​​lowered its tail and looked at Wen Ling not too far away.

Wen Ling let go of the gun and hooked his fingers at Dirty Dog.

Seeing this movement, the dog immediately trotted over excitedly, its tail wagging like a helicopter propeller, and its eyes were completely covered by the thick and messy hair, but Wen Ling knew that its eyes must be filled with pure joy.

Dogs are like this. Human beings can be happy by waving their hands. If they accomplish something for their master, they will be a thousand times more excited.

Wen Ling looked at the dog's body covered in dry yellow mud, and couldn't even tell the color of its own hair.Immediately, his brows were slightly frowned, and he really couldn't stop touching it, so he whistled softly: "Good dog."

The dog wagged its tail and sat down at his feet, as if ready to lead the way.

The barking of dogs in the town gradually stopped, and everything returned to silence.

Wen Ling noticed that Hope was a little strangely calm after nightfall.

Obviously the drinking people had just dispersed, but the town seemed to have been in a deep sleep for a long time, and there was no one to be seen, and no one scolded the dogs barking wildly just now.

Wen Ling pursed her lips, lowered her head and said, "Take me to the cemetery."

The dirty dog ​​turned around, opened its mouth and stuck out its tongue and breathed rapidly, every hair was expressing its happiness.

It caught off guard and bit Wen Ling's trousers, tugged twice, and trotted towards the edge of the town.

Wen Ling looked back at the bar, and the snake was gone.

Jiang Xing used a wrench to re-twist the faucet a few times, and finally repaired the messy shower, and the new home clothes were mostly wet.

The thin pure white fabric adhered tightly to the skin once it was wet, and it was hard to see clearly by the dim yellow ceiling light.

[I bet fifty cents, Wen Ling has already gone out]

[Betting half a bag of spicy strips, not only went out, but also has an accident soon]

The barrage interaction is in full swing.Audiences have all read this famous holographic novel, and they are familiar with the plots in it. They even know how many dogs there are in Hope Town.

Jiang Xing put the towel to wipe his hair on his shoulders, and reminded: "My brain is very big, and it will not be limited to the novel itself."

[!So is Xingcui's identity a secret this time? What about Wen Ling? 】

[Isn't Wen Ling just a photographer?During the bottleneck period of your career, come to Hope Town to pick up the wind, because the monster in the town finally lost his life? 】

"Yeah." Jiang Xing returned to the corridor, and the light from the bottom of Wen Ling's room had been extinguished, "Wen Ling is not the identity in the original work."

【Hey, it's interesting】

Jiang Xing opened Wen Ling's door and took a look, and the other party really acted that night.

He actually didn't know what Wen Ling's identity was, but the indifferent photographer calculated by the system was obviously completely different from the curiosity-driven hero in the original work.

Jiang Xing sighed, took out a shotgun from the house and went downstairs.

The oil lamp in his hand shone brightly.

On the bar counter, a long black figure straightened up, hissing lightly.

Jiang Xing lifted the lamp and said with a smile, "Did you stop Wen Ling?"

The black snake spit out the letter leisurely, and climbed up Jiang Xing's hand carrying the lamp. The cold and greasy scales passed over the fingertips and wrists, and disappeared into the wide sleeves of the home clothes.

[?Beyond the scope of knowledge belongs to]

【Wuhu!People outside control ecstasy! 】

[? ?It really is you again]

There were footprints on the sand where Wen Ling had just left. Unexpectedly, Jiang Xing also saw a string of... dog paw prints?

He walked towards the outer edge of Hope Town along the footprints, the oil lamp was hung on the gun belt around his waist, and his index finger was on the trigger hole of the hunting/gun, with a calm expression.

Obviously wearing white home clothes with a cute bear printed on it, Jiang Xing walked out of the posture of a hunting master.Seeing it as somewhat disobedient, I don't know how Wen Ling would feel.

The town was so quiet that only the sound of the wind passed by, and the howling of wild wolves came from the distant sand dunes.

Wen Ling followed the dirty dog ​​to the cemetery.This place used to be a cemetery behind the church, but as the priests left, the church fell into disrepair, leaving only broken stone ruins.

The cemetery is not big, only about [-] square meters, square, surrounded by a two-person high black iron fence, the gate has collapsed, and the handwriting on the door plate is illegible, which should belong to the admonition of the previous church.

Wen Ling gently kicked away the gravel that blocked the way, and stepped on the iron gate to enter the cemetery. The dirty dog ​​stayed outside the gate, sitting and standing vigilantly.

He quickly found what he wanted by following the breath.

Wen Ling had excellent eyesight, and could see the lengthy eulogy written on the tombstone of the tomb without a light.And at the bottom, engraved with a weird name and date.

Fish 1783.11.06

Wen Ling pressed down the grave soil with the heel, it was so solid that it couldn't be dug without tools.He stood still, his eyes quickly swept around the cemetery, and he saw a broken railing under the fence not far away.

He took out a pair of thin leather gloves from his pocket, put them on, stepped forward, and bent over to pick up the iron rod.

At this moment, he felt a cool wind blowing behind him.

Wen Ling lowered his eyes slightly, grasped the iron rod and slowly straightened up.

A gust of wind also blew through the back of the neck, which hadn't felt the coolness just now.

Something is behind him.

But the dog didn't bark. From Wen Ling's point of view, he could see the dog squatting at the gate of the cemetery, watching the wind loyally, looking at him from time to time, and wagging its tail.

Wen Ling tightened her palms and turned around.

Nothing.

However, this made his brow furrow even deeper.Hope Town is...very weird.

From the daytime, it is just a remote desert town, the only weird thing is the overly beautiful bar owner.But at night, everything seems to be overturned into another dimension, and countless indescribable creatures crawl into the human world through the darkness.

Wen Ling didn't hesitate anymore, and went back to the tombstone of "Fish" just now and started digging quickly.

The slabs of sand that had been mixed with water were clumped together, making it very difficult to dig.Wen Ling inserted the iron rod into the soil as hard as a steel plate, and easily pried it open.An iron rod is no more convenient than a shovel. He can only keep digging the hole bigger and dig out the dirt little by little.

As the mounds of dirt around him got higher and higher, Dirty Dog also became restless.It jumped into the cemetery, circled around Wen Ling, bared its teeth at the invisible shadow outside the fence from time to time, and let out low-pitched warnings from its throat.

The irons faltered, and the firm feel stood out in the sand.

The dirty dog's taut strings were broken in an instant, and it barked loudly towards the fence, but its tail trembled and clamped uncontrollably, and its voice revealed a faint fear.

Wen Ling stopped digging and looked up.

In the darkness, at some point, a pair of blood-red eyes peeped at him from the fence.

The eyes are nearly round and about the size of an orange.It sits high up, parked near the pointy top of the fence.

Wen Ling's face turned cold.

"It" didn't respond to the dog's barking, and there was a light in its eyes that humans couldn't understand. It was completely different from the predator's greed in the face of food, but it only made people feel dizzy and sanity collapsed.

Wen Ling inserted the iron rod into the mound, and pulled out the gun at his waist.

"It" moved its eyes slightly, following Wen Ling's movements and waiting quietly.

The safety catch is released.

"It" finally blinked, and the gray eye mask flashed past.

Just before Wen Ling pulled the trigger, a soft and warm light approached from behind him.

The red-eyed monster flinched a bit, but was reluctant to leave. It stuck its eyes to the gap in the iron fence, almost protruding.

Wen Ling didn't look back, and pointed the gun at the monster's eyeball.

The light was getting closer and closer, and the temperature of the flame came through the glass cover, warming his back.

A soft and white hand pressed Wen Ling's wrist.

Icy.

"Shh."

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I have less things to do. Tomorrow will start on Saturday, and the weekend will be tense. Little angels, don’t fatten me up QAQ