Chapter 2369 (1/2)

Speaking of it, the streets are full of corpses and monsters, but the residents here are full of the breath of life. They clearly know that the painting style seems to be wrong, but they can just stick together.

The living and the dead, magic and technology, only unexpected, nothing can not be seen here.

However, these things are extremely distorted and deformed. Even a tree grows tentacles to prey on passers-by.

The existence on the road can't communicate with each other, but Superman's super listening can still come in handy, because no matter what the hell's entertainment place, there will always be music.

Following the sound of a broken Gong, Clark and the two found a basement. Although there was no sign, it should look like a bar, because many monsters staggered out of it, as if they had drunk too much.

However, when they all went down, they found that it was more like a slaughterhouse, with a huge meat ball in a fence under the dark light of only torches.

It looks like a person with a pig's head like tumor, or it may simply be a pig full of heads. Its deformed body is more than ten meters high, and its body is full of colorful pipes.

These pipes are linked to the faucets. When a monster guest asks for wine, the headless corpse bartender in a white shirt and bow tie will turn on one of the faucets and release a cup of blue pus. It seems that this is the wine in this dimension.

”Although I have never refused any narcotics in the past, I will not drink this wine.” Hally curled her mouth. If she hid the fat monster with thick juice behind the wall and couldn't see the source of these drinks, she might want to have a drink.

But now, after seeing a cup of pus coming out of her belly from the rotten meat covered with abscesses and mushrooms, she said that even if the wine was as strong as it was, she would not come.

”I don't care. I'm under the legal drinking age.” Superman shook his head.

”We're here for information, not for drinks.” Su Ming didn't want to have a cup of ”strong fragrance” body fluid. He pushed through the dense crowd in the bar, walked between the fly man and all kinds of freaks, and came to the bar.

At this time, the bartender is cleaning the table. The dishcloth in his hand is a dead baby still attached to the umbilical cord. With the squeaky moist friction sound, the little guy giggles.

The knell knocks his knuckles on the bar table, and the bartender stops his work. Although he has no head, he can feel a line of sight falling on him.

”Man, I'm looking for a woman.”

Su Ming said so.

”Who is not? We all need a few women. ” The bartender, who has no head and no mouth, still speaks. He speaks standard Hawaiian English: ”welcome, foreigners, to a crazy and unrestrained country, a real paradise in dreams.”

”Is this a metaphor? Or... ”Su Ming asked tentatively.

”Do you want wine?” The bartender buckled up a lump of mud from the bottom of the bar and rubbed it into a cup with his hands, as if he were making a clay sculpture: ”there are rules in every place. We have the truth here, but we have to pay for the truth.”

Su Ming smiles. He sits on the stool wrapped in human skin. In the noise, he increases his volume: