Infinite copy starting (IV) Welcome to hell! ...

I was about to enter the bar when I heard a familiar conversation behind me. I turned around and saw that little brother and sister again.

"Why are we in a dungeon again for no apparent reason?"

"I was planning to go see a doctor."

"This is a B-level instance. Even if I successfully pass the instance, do I have to clear the levels one by one until I clear all the levels?"

"Xiao Can, why don't you speak? Are you feeling unwell again?"

Xiao Guangtuan's voice was weak, "The C-level copy is already so dangerous, I'm afraid..."

The big light groups hurriedly comforted him, "Don't be afraid, I will protect you."

"Me too."

They all expressed their loyalty, like knights pledging allegiance to the prince, and it was hard to tell that they had only known each other for less than two hours.

interesting.

Strangely, I noticed that Xiao Guangtuan's eyes were completely different from before.

His eyes were filled with a mixture of gratitude, hesitation, vigilance, and uneasiness.

He really looked like a weak patient who had left his parents and met a group of people who inexplicably showed kindness to him.

It's like having a split personality, or being possessed by something.

After confirming that someone was watching them, I ignored them and went straight into the bar.

On the bar's stage, the band was playing with all their might, but the people playing were not living people.

The guitarist's entire body was rotting, revealing his bright red muscles; the lead singer's mouth was grinning all the way behind his ears; the drummer's face was pale, with a strange smile on his face, as if he had been dead for a long time; the bassist was just a skeleton, but his bony hands were still strumming the bass.

The tune of the songs they sang would make people's hearts beat with their rhythm if they listened to them for a long time. Some people could not help but cover their chests, trying to suppress their hearts that were about to explode.

If you listen carefully, you can't make out the specific pronunciation of the lyrics they sing. It sounds like the mumbling from another world, which makes people feel even more terrified.

Some were dancing, some were playing games, and I didn’t see where my friends were.

The waiter saw me standing at the door and came over to greet me. His skin was snow-white, but his cheeks were thickly red, making him look like a paper figure.

"Hello sir, what game would you like to play?"

I remained calm, "What?"

The waiter smiled strangely, "We have finger grabbing, truth or dare, rock-paper-scissors, you can choose the game you are interested in."

"When you clear all the games, you will be eligible to meet our boss. If you can wake him up, you will get the final reward."

Boss? Could it be my unlucky friend?

It’s bad enough that his own bar was messed up by the other world, but he himself was also captured and forced to work here?

Tsk.

I frowned secretly.

Seeing that I was slow to speak, the waiter's mouth became redder, as if it was smeared with a red pen, and his urging voice became sharp, "What game do you want to play?"

I looked towards the game table.

The people who grabbed fingers gathered in a circle, but the one who grabbed people's fingers was not a person, but a strangely shaped plant on the table. A blood-red flower grew on the dark purple stems and leaves, and the pistil part was a big mouth full of sharp teeth. The person whose finger was "caught" by it had only two choices: have his finger bitten off or accept punishment.

In order to avoid being bitten by the big mouth, the participants around tried their best to dodge. Those who practiced the Fiery Palm forced their internal force into their fingers, making their fingers as hot as burning flames; those with speed abilities constantly mobilized their abilities to avoid the big mouth's attacks.

However, whether it is spiritual power, supernatural powers, or internal strength, they will all be exhausted. At this time, the copy has been started for a while, and many of them have become pale and are about to collapse.

And every time they used their abilities, the color of the big mouth in the center seemed to become brighter.

For players of Truth or Dare, the loser can only choose between Truth or Dare or Truth or Dare, and the punishment they receive is determined by the card drawn by the waiter.

Truth or dare is tricky and bizarre, while dare is bloody and terrifying.

At the beginning, all the players chose truth or not, because being embarrassed is much better than losing limbs, but gradually, the questions asked became stranger.

"Which one would you choose: losing all your spiritual energy or dying?"

"Which do you think is better, your wife's death or your own death?"

"High paraplegia and death, which one do you choose?"

When they voice their choice, it becomes reality.

Compared with the previous two table games, Rock-Paper-Scissors seems particularly simple and crude.

The player plays against the waiter, and both punch at the same time.

If the player wins, he will get a small energy.

If the waiter wins, the gesture will become reality.

If the waiter wins the game with scissors, his hand will turn into a pair of sharp scissors and cut off the player's palm.

Win the game with a stone, and the hand will turn into a hammer head, smashing the player's head.

If you win the game with cloth, the hand will become huge, grab the player, and squeeze the player's whole body until it makes a crackling sound.

Only when you win ten games cumulatively can you be considered to have completed the game.

As the game progresses, the waiter's damage increases.

Because the combat is fast, it happens quickly, and players have to take penalties to avoid being killed.

When the waiter swung the huge hammer at the player, the player's face turned pale, knowing that his brain would definitely burst if the hammer came down. So when the waiter suddenly stopped and asked with a smile whether he wanted to accept the punishment, he agreed without hesitation.

This was in a bar, and the punishment was of course drinking.

But the wine we can drink now is definitely not just a glass of wine.

The waiter's hammer returned to his hand. He smiled and asked, "Is the wine in the glass made from my blood or your tears?"

This is the bar's slogan.

At this point it becomes a multiple-choice question.

The player hesitated, "You, your blood."

The waiter's smile widened.

A wine glass appears out of thin air and is placed in front of the player.

"Cocktail, Parasite, please enjoy."

The Parasite cocktail is an ornamental wine and looks very disgusting. It is based on vodka, seasoned with pepper, sea salt and chili, and squeezed with mayonnaise into the shape of parasite strips. The mayonnaise falls into the cocktail in strips and accumulates in the wine. Finally, it is topped with pomegranate syrup. When not stirred, the syrup is sticky and heavy, hanging on the mayonnaise and sinking to the bottom of the wine glass.

The strips of mayonnaise swaying in the scarlet wine at the bottom of the glass look like parasites slowly twisting in the blood.

Normally, the parasites in the cup are made with mayonnaise.

The parasite in the wine glass was still swimming slowly even when no one was shaking the glass.

They are not mayonnaise, they are alive.

It turns out that the so-called "your blood" refers to strange creatures from another world.

Seeing this, the other person being punished said hurriedly, "I want 'my tears'!"

The waiter smiled slightly, and the person opposite him looked dazed for a moment and suddenly started to cry.

The amount of tears he produced was obviously more than that of a normal person. The tears flowed out like a faucet and were caught by the waiter in a cup.

The player panicked and cried, "How much does it cost?!"

The waiter smiled and said, "It's almost time. Just fill this cup."

The player's tears ran out and he began to bleed, his face gradually turning pale.

He began to struggle, and the waiter held him down, still saying, "Almost there, almost there."

But that small goblet was like a bottomless pit and could never be filled.

The tears in the wine glass were gradually dyed red by blood. The waiter looked at the glass of tears and couldn't control his saliva, which dripped onto his arm.

So disgusting.

The waiter in front of me was urging me more and more urgently, and was about to start. I waved my hand impatiently and pointed randomly.

"Let's start with grabbing your fingers."

The waiter's urging voice suddenly stopped.

The singing on the stage suddenly became louder. Even though I didn't understand their language, I could hear that they were repeating the same sentence.

There was tinnitus in both ears.

Amid the noise, the buzzing sound gradually merged into a song that I could understand.

"Welcome to Hell!"