The copy has 0 error tolerance, and the last words on the ground are all wrong for me.

Chapter 158 Gate of Heaven
Yege Bar is an invitation-based membership bar. Membership is only available if you are invited or recommended by a regular customer.

Membership qualifications are very strict, but it is not difficult for the administration to bypass the invitation.

In order to investigate the Yege Nightclub, Zhao Yan and others obtained more than a dozen blank membership cards by impersonating others, inviting acquaintances, and even directly modifying the background data to increase the number of members.

These membership cards are completely legal and will not be subject to any detection.

Wu Chang took a membership card from Zhao Yan, memorized the information on it, and asked casually:

"I don't know if it's my illusion, but our Administration seems to have suffered a lot. The followers of the evil god and the painters are mortal enemies, but that's fine, but how come a scumbag like Tang Renquan can make us suffer?"

Zhao Yan laughed at himself and said, "I dare not say that they are rotten fish and shrimp. If there were no Abyss Game, they would be the best among the people. We can't even see their shadows even if we look up."

Wu Chang shrugged, "The problem is, there is now the Abyss Game."

Zhao Yan sighed and said:
"There's nothing we can do about it. After all, we are order-oriented. If we want to maintain a certain order, we must first abide by it. Otherwise, everything is just empty talk. But if we abide by the order, others will definitely take advantage of us."

"If Wanghai City is the territory of the Evolutionists, Tang Renquan and his men would never dare to act so confidently. The Evolutionists don't care about evidence or order. As long as one of their people gets into trouble, someone will have to pay the price."

Wu Chang curled his lips and said, "I seem to understand why the evolutionists are more popular."

Zhao Yan: "It sounds great and satisfying, right? If it were three or five years earlier, before I met my elder sister and the others, and I were allowed to choose again, I would have joined the evolutionary faction."

"But as time went by, I found that there was an insurmountable gap between me and those geniuses, those guys who were trained by the organization. I was not the protagonist, nor even the dazzling supporting role beside the protagonist."

"It may feel good for a while to agree with the evolutionists, but in the end, I will only become nutrients for the evolution of those people above me."

Wu Chang said: "Because of the erosion copy two days ago, all the monsters jumped out at the same time. I have a hunch that the things in Yege Bar will show their true colors this time."

Zhao Yan nodded and said, "They certainly didn't expect that we would hold a grudge like this."

Wu Chang rolled his eyes and said, "That's because you can hold a grudge. He never holds a grudge. If he has a grudge, he will take revenge on the spot."

Zhao Yan took out two pills from his personal space and gave one to Wu Chang.

"Item name: Transformation Pill"

「Item type: consumable」

"Item Level: F"

"Item Description: Temporarily changes the body shape to a small extent."

"Where did it come from?" Wu Chang asked puzzledly.

Zhao Yan said naturally, "There are people in the branch who can make this thing. I applied for a little more when I infiltrated before, and this is the leftover."

Wu Chang frowned. There were consumables left over from a mission so long ago, and there were still some left now. Are you sure you applied for a little too much?
But on second thought, when he was attacking the Erosion copy, he had intercepted two bottles of energy activation potions, and Jianxing didn't even ask him for them. The value of the two bottles of energy activation potions might be equivalent to a hundred transformation pills.

When I thought about it this way, it suddenly made sense.

After taking the transformation pills, the height and weight of the two people changed to a certain extent, and even acquaintances would find it difficult to recognize them.

The two of them used the membership cards prepared by Zhao Yan and easily entered Ye Ge.

As soon as he entered Ye Ge, Wu Chang felt his head sinking, as if something was suppressing his inspiration and restricting his perception of the surroundings.

If his inspiration had not exceeded 100, he would probably be affected by this power.

He looked at Zhao Yan, but found that Zhao Yan didn't feel anything unusual, which was enough to show the skill of Ye Ge's arrangement. Ordinary players with low inspiration could not even feel that they had been affected.

He didn't mean that Zhao Yan's inspiration was low, but that all the members of the management bureau who infiltrated Guoye Ge had low inspiration.

As long as an inspiration reaches eighty or ninety, one can instantly detect the abnormality.

The main body of the Yege Bar is underground. The staircase leading to the underground is very long. You have to go all the way down to the fourth floor underground before you can see the door of the bar.

When you enter the bar, you will find that the interior is not much different from other bars. The bar, dance floor, stage, band and DJ are all the same.

The only difference is that there are a lot more parts inside that good kids can't watch.

The waiters walking around the venue were wearing bold, revealing leather jackets, high-heeled leather boots over ten centimeters high, and strange animal skin covers on their heads, carrying trays.

When watching videos, when there is a backless dress, there will often be comments saying that the clothes are worn backwards.

But here, the backless dresses are really worn backwards, and the waitresses are rich and generous, embellishing their huge wealth with metal and gem jewelry.

It is obvious that the waiters in the venue have all been strictly trained. The way they walk, the words and tone of voice when serving, and every movement when serving drinks are all stirring people's hormones.

Even though they are wearing black leather covers that completely cover their heads, such as horses, dogs, cats, rabbits, etc., they still make people imagine a lot.

Others may not know, but Wu Chang, this young man who had never seen the world, stood at attention.

He asked Zhao Yan knowingly, "No, is this legal?"

As an old comrade, Zhao Yan could not stand this test. He took Wu Chang to the corner of the bar, staring at the glass without blinking, and said:

"Nonsense, it's definitely not legal."

Wu Chang asked: "Why is there no one to take care of it?"

Zhao Yan glanced at him and said, "Our management bureau doesn't care about this. Besides, even if we use this as an excuse to close this place, it won't implicate Tang Renquan. He will then find a place out of our sight and secretly open a bar. We will have to investigate him."

"If you have such a big opinion, don't look at it."

Wu Chang snorted coldly and said righteously: "If I don't watch it, how can I criticize this kind of behavior in the future? Practice makes perfect. Without experience, you have no right to speak."

Zhao Yan: "You TM, what you said really makes sense, I'll watch it too."

hum~
As the performance on the stage ended, the lights in the venue dimmed and Wu Chang heard a shrill buzzing sound in his ears.

The occult rituals set up here took effect.

He looked around and found that everyone, including Zhao Yan, was looking uncontrollably at the stage without even blinking.

The buzzing sound lasted for three or four seconds. As the tinnitus disappeared, the lights in the venue turned on, and several burly men dressed like the perverted murderers in bloody movies appeared on the stage.

The lead singer of the band wore the same puppet mask as the employees of the Yi Fu City Miracle Committee, and a riveted jacket. The open jacket revealed his muscular chest muscles and eight-pack abs, and he held an electric guitar that looked like a chainsaw in his hand.

"Aviator!"

"Aviator!"

"Aviator!"

The crowd on the dance floor shouted the band's name, and to heighten the atmosphere, blazing flames shot out around the stage.

Aviator? This name doesn't fit. Wu Chang thought they were called butchers or felons.

He slapped Zhao Yan, who was shouting beside him, to wake him up and asked, "Why are you shouting too?"

Zhao Yan looked at him blankly, "What did I shout?"

Wu Chang took out his mobile phone, which showed the scene of Zhao Yan shouting "Aviator".

Zhao Yan's expression changed suddenly, "There really is a problem here, I will request support right away!"

"Wait." Wu Chang held Zhao Yan down and said, "Since we are here, let's see what the other party is going to do first. It won't be too late to call for help later."

Zhao Yan felt that made sense. He took back his phone, changed the subject, and asked, "By the way, since everyone was affected, why are you okay?"

Wu Chang hissed and took a breath. Jian Xing and Zhao Yan were the same. These guys from the Administration Bureau were so slow to deal with the enemy. Why did they focus on their own people? If that's all you ask, I might as well let you get sick with the people around you.

"Have you forgotten that I have social phobia?"

Zhao Yan was surprised and said, "Social phobia can also avoid group functions. I'll learn it when I get a chance. If I'm affected again, wake me up. If that doesn't work, just punch me twice and make sure I wake up."

Wu Chang nodded and took note.

The performance started soon, accompanied by a dense and intense electric guitar solo, and the lead singer of the band roared in a metallic voice:
"Tonight, we will carry you straight up to the gates of heaven!"

Ever since the occult ritual began, the people in the bar have become parrots, repeating only the word "aviator".

While Wu Chang was complaining in his heart, Zhao Yan beside him started shouting again. He slapped Zhao Yan in the face to wake him up.

"Ah?" Zhao Yan looked at Wu Chang blankly.

"You've been affected again."

"Oh."

Wu Chang asked, "Is this strength okay?"

"It's OK. It doesn't hurt my brain, just right." Zhao Yan rubbed his face, thinking that this kid had great strength in his hands.

"The destiny flight is taking off!"

As the lead singer started singing, Wu Chang was stunned and felt that the entire underground space came alive.

Everything around became soft and twisted, as if being inside the body of some giant creature.

"Currently located in an occult-contaminated area, pollution level: heavy, you can begin reality anchoring."

Wu Chang looked at the prompt that popped up in front of him, worried that if he started anchoring, it would affect the group's plans, so he did not act rashly and watched from the side first.

“Fly, fly, fly over the waves of doomsday!”

Just as he was thinking, Zhao Yan's shout almost broke his eardrum.

Wow, they started singing along. The occult rituals here are so powerful that they can control everyone to do the same actions.

In other words, if he did not follow up, he would be extremely conspicuous and his flaws would be immediately exposed.

He took advantage of the lead singer's gaze to hum along with Zhao Yan. As soon as the lead singer's gaze passed by, he slapped Zhao Yan twice on the face with his backhand, muttering in a low voice:

"Instructor, wake up."

Zhao Yan had just recovered a little when his body suddenly shook and he started singing along again.

Wu Chang hit Zhao Yan a few more times with both hands, until his cheeks were swollen, but he still failed to wake Zhao Yan up.

It seems that physical methods no longer work.

He thought for a moment and decided to give up on Zhao Yan and let him be controlled. With him shouting at the top of his lungs, he could attract the attention of the people around him and help cover him.

He hid in a corner, concentrated his inspiration to the maximum, and tried to sense everything that was happening underground.

In a trance, he saw colorful blocks begin to appear in the air. These blocks twisted with the singing, piecing together something in the air.

When he saw these blocks of color, he felt his body craving for them. They must be the pollution brought by mysticism.

Not far from him, there was a dark black mass. He reached out to touch the mass and saw it sink into his body and merge with his flesh in some way.

Perhaps when he thought of the occult, he thought of the poison of mortals, and when he thought of the poison of mortals, he thought of eyes.

He drove these forces into his head and merged with his eyes first.

The fusion process was quick but painful. During the fusion process, his eyes seemed to be pierced hundreds of times. After the pain ended, he opened his eyes again and could see the mystical energy in the air with his naked eyes without relying on inspiration.

Is this the Arcane Knight, who allows the occult to contaminate the body and thereby directly drives the occult energy?

Simple and crude enough.

His eyes, which were contaminated by mysticism or mystical knighthood, could not only see mystical energy, but also vaguely see the lines of mystical rituals in the air.

The thread of the occult ritual covers the entire bar like a spider web. Everyone who enters the bar is prey, and the hunter is the band in the center of the stage.

Taking advantage of the fact that no one was paying attention to him, he began to continuously absorb the free mystical energy and integrate it into himself.

Soon, his entire head was assimilated by the occult pollution, and his five senses were greatly enhanced.

However, this enhancement did not bring about any substantial increase in attributes. It can only be said that one can be exposed to the energy of occultism, but it is still far from truly mastering occultism.

While collecting the occult pollution, he also injected part of his energy into this space, anchoring it with the real space here.

He could clearly see that a pattern of the emblem of the Mystic Knights appeared in this space, but the person who activated the occult ritual did not notice it.

"You have successfully completed an anchor point in the real world. The current area has been anchored. Please change the area."

At the same time as the anchoring success cue appeared, the performance on stage also reached its climax.

As the lead singer roared as if to tear his vocal cords, Wu Chang saw a huge stone gate appear on the stage through his inspiration and mystical eyes.

White clouds floated around the stone gate, and a brilliant golden light flickered behind the gate, as if it was the gate to heaven mentioned by the lead singer before.

As the lead singer sang the high notes, the gates of heaven slowly opened, and countless tangible rays of light poured down, landing on the heads of everyone in the venue. Everyone shouted like wild beasts and began to twist their bodies like a group of demons.

But when Wu Chang concentrated his will and observed carefully, the filter of light dissipated, and he saw that the light falling on the crowd was not real, but tiny flesh and blood parasites.

He wanted to stop it, but just as he was about to do so, he saw that under the shining light, as if welcoming new companions, dense and tiny tentacles appeared on the faces of the people in the dance floor.

These tiny tentacles received their new companion from the light, placed it on the host, and then the tentacles began to sway to the rhythm of the music.

Wandering among the crowd, the waiters were dressed boldly, with flesh tentacles sticking out from the gaps in their hoods. They spontaneously unzipped their hoods, revealing groups of thick tentacles on their faces. They were far more polluted than others.

In the entire Yege Bar, except for Wu Chang and Zhao Yan, everyone else had at least twenty or thirty flesh tentacles growing on their faces.

In order to prevent Zhao Yan from being hit, Wu Chang could only pretend to be too excited and punched Zhao Yan with a heavy punch, knocking him under the bar, where the light could not reach.

The Pilots' music is like the most potent contraband to these tentacles.

People moved closer to each other, faces pressed together, letting the tentacles on each other's faces intertwine, the tentacles entangled, and their bodies entangled together.

The tentacles are gender neutral, which means that among the crowds of people on the dance floor, it's completely random as to who gets entangled with whom.

Even Wu Chang, who had seen a lot of cruel things, was grimacing at the scene before him.

If this is recorded and released, no matter whether the people who watch it lose their SAN or not, those who come to Ye Ge to play will have their SAN values ​​cleared.

What is even more chilling is that who could have thought that right under the nose of the Administration, Wanghai City could hide so many monsters contaminated by the occult.

This is the case even when the Administration exists. If the Administration does not exist, or its ruling power is not as strong as it is now, what will become of Wanghai City, or the entire world?

What will become of those who have no ability, or those who have ability but not much like Zhao Yan?

Looking at the chaotic dance floor, Wu Chang began to understand the Order faction.

At this moment, the high note on the stage ended, the virtual light gate disappeared, and the performance entered the second stage.

(End of this chapter)