The ultimate master in the city

What is a walking corpse? It's a dead person who, after encountering a strange natural phenomenon, undergoes a transformation and can walk. For example, a person might run out of a grave at night, squat at your front door, and then, at daybreak, collapse and start to stink. That's a walking corpse.

The waiter looked deathly pale, his eyes devoid of any life, instead carrying a dull and lifeless quality, clearly a walking corpse. Yet he could talk, which was strange, since no corpse could talk.

Zhou Fengchen suddenly thought of the Corpse Box and thought to himself, "No way, damn it."

"Please come in, sir." The waiter extended his gray hand and pointed inside.

"Uh... okay." Zhou Fengchen nodded, pretending to be casual, and entered the bar.

Once inside, his first reaction was that it was incredibly noisy. The rhythmic, high-energy music was blasting at full volume, making his ears hurt. Then there was the air thick with the smell of cigarettes, red wine, and a strange, pungent odor that made him want to vomit.

The lighting was dim, with a jumble of colorful lights shining haphazardly. He glanced around and saw that the dance floor was packed with people dancing wildly. These people were very strange; they were neither the glamorous women he had imagined nor the flamboyant men, but men, women, young and old. Their clothes were all over the place, and some were even wearing hospital gowns. Among them, a few old men and women were jumping around more enthusiastically than anyone else.

This is not funny at all; on the contrary, it gives people an indescribable sense of eeriness and fright.

There were many scattered seats outside the dance floor, occupied by men, women, and children. At the innermost part of the area, near the bar, two people sat at a table. The proprietress's wavy hair and the monk Yuanzhi's bald head made them stand out.

They really are here!

Zhou Fengchen glanced back at the "walking corpse waiter" and then looked around at the customers whose faces he couldn't see. He didn't know whether to feel fortunate or depressed.

He strode up behind Yuanzhi and the other man, standing quietly without saying a word. The proprietress, holding a glass of red wine, seemed to have had too much to drink. Her eyes were languid, and she chuckled loudly, saying, "My husband used to bring me here all the time, hehehe… But now he's gone, and we can't even find his body, hehehe…"

The music was too loud; her voice could carry half a street in a quiet place.

Monk Yuanzhi looked nervously towards the dance floor and the restrooms, and shouted back, "Boss lady, we should go back now, or something bad will happen."

"What could possibly happen?" the proprietress chuckled. "With Xiao Zhou's abilities, what are we afraid of?"

Monk Yuanzhi was frustrated. "Little Zhou isn't here either."

"Pah!" The proprietress laughed and scolded, "Don't mention that little rascal. Just thinking about him makes me angry. Every time I invite him to dinner, he runs away faster than a rabbit, as if he's afraid I'll eat him alive. And now, he's nowhere to be seen either."

Monk Yuanzhi blinked. "You don't actually have a crush on him, do you?"

The proprietress patted her chest. "Take a fancy to? Hah, this place is already dead. Who could it possibly want? I want to beg him, beg him to help me!"

Monk Yuanzhi was taken aback. "Why don't you just say so? Stop teasing me. How exactly are you going to ask?"

"I'll be blunt, no one will help me. Even the most capable person can die." The proprietress lowered her head. "I..."

Just as she finished speaking, she suddenly saw Zhou Fengchen standing to the side, and was instantly sobered up. "You little brat, when did you get here?"

Monk Yuanzhi turned around and exclaimed in surprise, "Brother, what brings you here?"

Zhou Fengchen said with a stern face, "I've been listening to you two talk for ages. Have you two drunk too much?"

The proprietress looked embarrassed, then smiled and said, "What are you saying, you brat Zhou? Come out and have some fun."

Monk Yuanzhi said dryly, "It's not very fun. I feel something's wrong here. It's like a place full of dead people."

Zhou Fengchen sighed, "Let's hurry up and leave, this place is too eerie."

"What's so weird about it? People often do role-playing and stuff here. They come here to let loose." The proprietress looked around and said, "Even if you want to leave, wait for my friend to come back from the restroom."

Zhou Fengchen then remembered the "strange woman" and asked the proprietress, "Why did you decide to invite us out?"

The proprietress was taken aback and said, "I don't remember. My best friend often eats at our restaurant, don't you remember? Earlier, she asked you where you went, and I said you quit. She said you were a fun person and asked me to invite you out to hang out."

Zhou Fengchen's heart skipped a beat. Was this too much of a coincidence?

"Forget about that guy, let's run!"

He was about to pull the proprietress and Monk Yuanzhi away when a chuckle came from behind him, "Hey! Why are you leaving? We were having so much fun."

Zhou Fengchen turned around and saw a woman who looked somewhat familiar. She was in her thirties, quite good-looking, and a friend of the restaurant owner. She used to eat at the restaurant often. However, she looked very strange at the moment. Her speech and movements were not coordinated, and her aura was extremely cold. This coldness was even more familiar.

The woman seemed pleasantly surprised to see him. "Oh! Xiao Zhou, you've finally arrived?"

"Finally..." Zhou Fengchen's eyes flickered, he walked up to her, smiled, "Yes, Miss Chen, I've come."

Without warning, he struck the woman in the chest with a palm strike.

The proprietress exclaimed, "Ah!" "Xiao Zhou! What are you doing...?"

She couldn't continue speaking halfway through her sentence. The woman staggered backward, and suddenly a pale-faced woman in a red cloak emerged from behind her. She chuckled strangely, opened her mouth, and sucked out the woman in front of her. The woman clutched her neck, her skin instantly withered, her hair became dry and brittle, and her yang energy and blood were drained away. She fell to the ground with a "thud," looking like a salted fish.

"Damn it!" Zhou Fengchen cursed, drawing his ancient Qing Dynasty sword and leaping up to slash at "Third Miss Chen's" head, urgently shouting, "Yuanzhi, take the boss lady and run!"

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"Okay!" Monk Yuanzhi agreed and grabbed the proprietress, ready to run away.

That's too late!

"Hehehe..."

With a strange laugh, Chen San flashed out through the small skylight and disappeared. The bar door slammed shut, the music stopped abruptly, and everyone stopped dancing. Pairs of lifeless gray eyes and half-rotten faces stared at her.

The entire bar fell into a deathly silence, an incredibly oppressive atmosphere spreading outwards.

Monk Yuanzhi pulled the proprietress closer to Zhou Fengchen, swallowed hard, and said, "Damn it, they really are all dead. Brother, look at that girl over there? I saw her when you were injured and in the hospital. She died of leukemia. I was quite moved at the time."

Upon hearing this, the proprietress's face turned deathly pale.

Zhou Fengchen gripped his knife tightly, glanced at the spot where Miss Chen had disappeared, and said dejectedly, "Damn it, it looks like they've brought all the dead people in the city here! That beast, Miss Chen!"

Monk Yuanzhi also cursed, asking, "Bring all the dead people in the city here to dance, and then kill us? Is it really necessary to go through all that trouble?"

Zhou Fengchen shook his head. "Maybe they think this way they can kill us 100% of the time."

As soon as the words were spoken, the vent in the ceiling suddenly opened, revealing a human face that grinned and said, "Zhou Fengchen, Monk Yuanzhi, you won't escape today!"

Judging from his appearance, it was indeed the old man who delivered the poisoned vegetables; they were definitely in cahoots!

Monk Yuanzhi, unwilling to back down, raised his head and cursed, "So it's you, you old codger! Look at you! Are you trying to bite my balls or something?"

The old man chuckled strangely, without refuting, and suddenly began chanting a strange incantation.

wow——

All the dead bodies in the hall lunged at them fiercely.

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