At the end of the corridor is a darkened door.
There is dark, mournful music emanating from faintly inside.
The two of them were standing just outside this dark door when Qin Hai said, “At first, you walked out from here, didn’t you?”
“Not bad.”
A look of reminiscence surfaced on Xue Baizhuo’s face.
Qin Hai glanced at it and said contemptuously, “Persecuting you to such an extent that you would still recall this place, Xue Baique, you really made me think highly of you.”
Xue Baizhuo’s eyes flashed with desolation, “Just like love, it’s obviously a wound in the end, but it still makes people flock to it, it’s like a drug that makes people immerse themselves in a dreamy fairy tale world.”
“Don’t disgust me.”
Qin Dahai is a pragmatist and was somewhat disgusted by Xue Baizhuo’s remarks like this, saying, “Indulgence is indulgence, don’t give yourself any aesthetic reasons, it’s not disgusting enough.”
Xue Baizhuo was stunned for a moment, then nodded, “Maybe you’re right.”
She pushed open the darkened door in front of her.
A burst of darkness, gloomy music suddenly rang out, and the odd intoxicating smell that greeted her, a smell that seemed to open up one’s innermost desires, constantly making one addicted to it, even Qin Hai felt a rush in his heart, threatening to be completely lost inside at any moment.
“Welcome to the Nine Hells.” Xue Baizhuo murmured.
Qin Dahai narrowed his eyes.
The Nine Spectral Hells.
The place that Bai Jie hated the most, there was no one, when he had been imprisoned in a cage in the middle of hell for five years, and had become what he was today.
Stepping into it.
Waves of heat rolled in.
The neon lights flash in this wide hall and countless people indulge their inner desires to the eerie music.
They were dressed oddly.
Some were medieval knights, some were dressed as demons, and some were dressed as emperors from ancient China. This was unconcealed desire, and here, they could unleash it without fear, and what made Qin Hai’s eyes pop the most was that this group of people kept playing up the identities they were wearing with f*cking fervour.
He saw with his own eyes a man in pre-Ming imperial attire sitting on a dragon’s chair, having a friendly meeting with a European medieval nobleman and a tribal chief from the primitive era in a frenzied manner, and the identities of these three men, when placed outside, definitely belonged to the powerful tier.
The girl he was bullying had a look of despair and pain on her face as she looked around at the bizarre situation.
Qin Hai narrowed his eyes.
Then he went up to the girl beneath the bully and looked at her with both eyes as the girl said miserably, “This is a nightmare, isn’t it?”
Qin Hai was silent for a short while before nodding his head.
He kicked the bully out.
The tremendous force sent the bully flying through the middle of that meeting of friendly talks.
The girl reached out her hand, the hope of life constantly shining in her eyes, seeking a hug.
Qin Hai picked her up, and the girl held on to Qin Hai for dear life, refusing to relax for a single moment as she pleaded, “I want to go home.”
At that moment, the bully stood up.
He spat out a mouthful of blood, took out a gun and fired seven shots in quick succession at Qin Hai, but before the bullets could get close, Qin Hai had already disappeared in place, and when he appeared again, the fanged dagger in his hand pierced the bully’s throat, and the blood scattered as several people dressed like bats came up, and they pounced on the bully’s body, continuously gulping down the blood from his body.
“How does it feel to be a hero?”
Xue Baizhu asked as he walked up to his side.
Qin Dahai glanced at her and did not say anything.
At this time, the girl who had been hugging Qin Dahai to death suddenly raised her head, her eyes glowing with admiration and love, sweet and a little glutinous as she said, “Big brother, can I marry you?”
“How can you deserve it?”
Xue Baizhuo suddenly gave a cold drink.
Like a high and mighty queen.
The girl shivered and let go of Qin Dahai, leaving his side like a mournful abandoned woman with one step and three turns.
And the girl soon shrank into the corner of the hall, and soon an equally young boy appeared in front of him, like her hero, and soon won the little girl’s heart.
“It’s a life.”
Xue Baizhuo said.
Qin Hai said, “A bunch of psychopaths.”
“Aren’t you the same?” Xue Baizhuo asked rhetorically, “In that girl’s world, you descended like a hero.”
Qin Dahai pinched his brow.
In the eyes of normal people, these were all role-playing scenes, but in the eyes of the people here, this was the true reality.
“This girl was a baby when she first came in, and the mother who raised her, had already died of illness.” Xue Baizhu said.
Qin Hai swept her off her feet.
In looking at the wide hall, he could see some characters who were all quite established in the outside world, only at this moment they were carrying out another life, as if that outside world was what they were in the eyes of the outside world was the acting, and here, was the real reality.
“I have to say, the way the Nine Mysterious Leaders control the hearts of people is very unique.” Qin Hai had a bit of a headache.
Wanting to take over the Nine Mysteries.
Qin Hai found that he really did not have a suitable candidate by his side.
Originally, he had planned for Wu Zhaoyang to take over, but he felt that Wu Zhaoyang really did not have the skills to manage a group of psychopaths, so the most suitable person would be Bai Jie.
But Bai Jie was too unstable.
There was no telling what he would do next, he could stab them in the back.
“What a nuisance.”
Qin Hai murmured.
At that moment, a man wrapped in a robe appeared in front of the two of them, it was hard to see what he looked like in the dim light, and without waiting for Qin Dahai to ask, he spoke, “Welcome to, the real world.”
“f*ck off!”
Qin Dahai raised his foot and kicked him to the ground, then as soon as he ripped off the man’s black robe, a pale, slim man appeared in his eyes, Qin Dahai tugged him and said, “Has a mother and daughter been here in recent times?”
“Your heart is not sincere.”
The slim man shook his head and said, “I refuse to answer the questions of an insincere person.”
Qin Hai slapped his forehead, looked at Xue Baizhu at the side, and said, “Have you been taking no medicine?”
“It is you who should take the medicine.” Xue Baizhuo replied.
Qin Hai was a little powerless.
He could see that Xue Baizhuo was not joking.
And at that moment, a soft laugh rang out from his ears, “Isn’t that funny?”
Qin Hai turned around.
He was seeing Cologne standing aside with two wine gla*ses.
