The taxi stopped at the Desire Trade Bar. The driver stuck his head out and looked at the sign for the Desire Trade Bar, puzzled:
"I drive this route all the ti, why have I never seen this bar?"
Qian Lele ignored the driver, paid the fare, and dashed into the bar.
The bar was empty today.
Only Li Yang was at the bar counter reading a book.
He wore a black suit and a white smiling mask.
Qian Lele ran to the bar, out of breath, and looked around:
"Where is everyone? Why is the bar empty today?"
Li Yang glanced at his watch and said:
"It’s four in the morning; there are usually no custors at this ti."
Qian Lele thought to herself, "Oh no," the man in the red skirt only hesitated to act when there were many people around.
With just herself and the bartender in the bar, isn’t tonight dood?
Qian Lele quickly grabbed Li Yang’s hand and said:
"Let’s go!"
Qian Lele saw Li Yang’s eyes fixed on sothing behind her.
Her heart skipped a beat, and she swallowed hard, slowly turning around.
At the entrance of the bar stood the man in the red skirt, holding a butcher knife, staring coldly.
Li Yang smiled and said:
"What can I get you?"
The red skirt lifted a foot; each step made Qian Lele more anxious.
He stood beside Qian Lele, looking at her eerily:
"Anything."
Qian Lele hurriedly reached out to grab Li Yang, but he sidestepped her move.
Qian Lele watched Li Yang mix a martini, her face showing deeper and deeper fear, her complexion growing paler.
Li Yang mixed two drinks, delivering one to the red skirt:
"Your drink."
He pushed the other drink in front of Qian Lele:
"This one’s on ."
Qian Lele looked at Li Yang with a guilty expression.
This trouble was her doing.
Li Yang smiled at Qian Lele and said:
"Did you get what you wanted to shoot at Changbai Mountain?"
Qian Lele nodded, then shook her head, cautiously watching the red skirt next to her, tense:
"I don’t think this is the right ti to talk about this; you’d better leave quickly."
Didn’t the bartender realize this man in the red skirt was strange?
Didn’t he see the knife in the red skirt’s hand dripping blood?!
The red skirt set down the empty glass, smiling mockingly:
"No one is leaving."
Li Yang paid no mind to the words of the red skirt, asking an off-topic question:
"Is there anything else you two desire?"
Qian Lele seriously looked at Li Yang and said:
"I just want you to leave right now, imdiately, don’t die with ."
Is he really an idiot?
Can’t he see that the red skirt is scary?
Or is there no backdoor in the bar, and he’s stalling for ti?
The red skirt eerily said:
"He can’t leave."
Li Yang’s eyes were full of amusent:
"That’s not sothing you desire."
Qian Lele felt as if she was dealing with more than just a cross-dressing lunatic, she sighed:
"Then I hope I won’t be killed tonight. You should realize that the person beside is not normal.
Sorry, I dragged you into this."
Li Yang didn’t mind Qian Lele’s apology.
His fingers tapped lightly on the table, seemingly in thought, and softly said:
"You want to survive the night; it can be done, but it cos at a price.
The only thing about you that interests is your freedom."
Qian Lele stared at Li Yang in shock, thinking this bartender was nuts.
At this ti, what’s he talking about!
Li Yang took the red skirt’s empty glass and asked the red skirt:
"And you? Is there sothing you want?"
The red skirt shook his head:
"What I want you can’t fulfill."
Li Yang turned to mix a new drink for the red skirt:
"Then you must have sothing you love but can’t obtain."
This statent hit the red skirt’s sore spot.
The red skirt’s face showed a trace of pain, tears stread down, and he thrust the butcher knife toward Li Yang’s back, wailing:
"When you go down, see her and the girl.
Ask them if they’re mad at for not coming to visit in my dreams all this ti!"
Qian Lele scread in horror.
The butcher knife seed to strike Li Yang’s back, but no matter what, it couldn’t go any further.
Qian Lele looked at the red skirt with astonishnt and saw a horrific scene!
Two ghosts!
Ghosts very similar to those in the North City Suburban Cetery!
That thing was holding the red skirt’s hand, preventing him from exerting more force!
Qian Lele turned sharply, incredulously staring at Li Yang.
This man was an Extraordinary!
No wonder he’s so calm!
This was the confidence he had!
The red skirt, tears brimming in his eyes, looked at the ghostly spirits around him, utterly confused.
During this ti, he’d t Extraordinaries who wielded fire, water, and wind.
He’d also encountered others like him, whose speed, strength, explosiveness, and reflexes surpassed human limits.
The most bizarre he’d t recently were those using talismans, summoning rat swarms, driving evil spirits.
But the man before him was another kind of anomaly!
No, he was even more mysterious!
This man hadn’t chanted any incantations, hadn’t ford any seals, nor taken out an umbrella or other such gestures.
How were two undead able to control him like that?
Li Yang turned around, nonchalantly pushing the refilled glass of wine to the red skirt, gently saying:
"Is your desire to dream of soone?"
The red skirt gritted his teeth, his whole body straining and trembling, just to thrust that knife at Li Yang.
Li Yang’s finger lightly tapped the table:
"I’m very interested in your desire, give it to , and I can grant you a condition."
His words were imbued with Spiritual Power, whispering temptations like a demon’s murmur.
The seductive voice gradually cald the murderous intent in the red skirt’s eyes.
"Clang!"
The butcher knife fell to the ground.
The red skirt’s neck trembled, lifting his weary eyelids, gently tilting his head, slowly removing the small bear hairpin from his head, showing it to Li Yang.
His lips quivered, struggling for a while, finally speaking with a sob:
"Can you let dream of them, even if it ans my death!"
Li Yang’s eyes revealed black runes.
A thick force of Desire Power surged from the red skirt, flowing into Li Yang’s eyes.
Li Yang took out the Desire Magic Jar from his coat, and the Desire Power floated in, gradually becoming the Desire Potion.
The power within this Desire Potion is—[Nightmare].
Li Yang looked up at the red skirt, full of exhaustion and supplication.
He sighed softly.
Li Yang abandoned the thought of turning the red skirt into a demon.
Not because the red skirt once thought of killing him; Li Yang wasn’t that petty.
The first reason was the red skirt’s unstable ntal state; wasting Desire Potion on him wouldn’t be worth it.
The second reason was the red skirt couldn’t qualify as a mber of the Demon Club.
A murderous beast, Li Yang had no need for.
Cao Yi had long notified Li Yang about the red skirt.
He was a hateful man whose madness brought suffering to more innocent families.
But he was also a pitiable man, rely a father, a husband.
Li Yang wasn’t a just deity of judgnt, he simply believed enslaving such a man would waste the Desire Potion.
Li Yang said:
"I have obtained your desire; compared to insignificant you, it seems I’ve profited, so I can spare your life.
Letting you see them in your dreams is beyond , but I can arrange for you to see them now."
The red skirt couldn’t believe Li Yang’s words.
They were dead; how could he see them?
Yet, Li Yang’s tone was calm, as if describing a trivial matter.
Seeing them seed so easy.
Coupled with Li Yang’s bizarre abilities, this gave the red skirt a sliver of hope.
His face filled with longing:
"Are you telling the truth?"
Li Yang’s finger gently tapped the red skirt’s forehead:
"Look behind you."
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