booktalesy Chapter 24 YMCA
Chapter 24 YMCA
Chen Lan's new identity is that of a Chinese person, with fair and delicate skin. Although she is 24 years old and not a student, she looks like one.
Chen Lan's month-long experience as a courier told him that the expensive package he was carrying was clearly not a good thing.
If you pick it up and shake it a few times, you can hear a crisp, wind chime-like sound.
Clack clack.
Something feels off.
Unfortunately, his companion had already driven away, so Chen Lan had no choice but to make the deliveries himself.
It's 3 PM now. The Shunnis are still at work, and the Leaf Eaters have just woken up. It should be a safe time to go to the dangerous area!
If the detective in front of the screen heard this, he would definitely burst out laughing.
Safe time? It doesn't exist! What exists is only a relatively safe number of people and firepower.
God knows what new things these crime-ridden neighborhoods will come up with.
But now You Xing needs to attend to two more important superiors.
One of the demons had a bull's head and human hands, with hooves on its feet; the other had a horse's face and human body. Each was dressed in ancient Chinese clothing.
It was indeed Ox-Head and Horse-Face.
The two ghosts stood with their hands behind their backs, heads held high, their expressions solemn.
You Xing greeted the two respectfully as they took their seats.
The two ghosts looked around, their brows furrowing more and more as they looked.
The decorations are mediocre, the style is mediocre, and even the food served is common food in the human world. This shabby appearance is enough to make it a horror dungeon of S-level or higher.
Kid, you're not kidding me, are you?
Generally speaking, the higher the rewards of a horror dungeon, the more negative energy is generated within the dungeon space, and the more negative energy can be exchanged for Netherworld Blade decoration space.
Ox-Head and Horse-Face glanced at each other, seeing the confusion in each other's eyes.
With your shabby appearance, even a new D-level dungeon could recruit a few female ghosts to keep you company while you drink and have fun. What are you compared to this empty shell?
Just as he was about to scold the other party for being ignorant, he saw You Xing hand over a stack of ghost money.
"So many?"
"You think it's good that we're talking? Just spending money won't do you any good!"
Ox-Head and Horse-Face accepted the coins with smiles, speaking harshly on the surface, but secretly they were overjoyed.
Normally, a D-level horror dungeon only yields 600 negative energy, so the dungeon designers don't have much money to give them.
It's about a thousand Netherworld Blades, which is close to a third of the designer's earnings.
That's the limit for D-rank dungeons; it's hard to say anything about Ox-Head and Horse-Face.
But this seemingly ordinary executioner gave them 100,000 Nether Blades as soon as they met, as if they were free.
How much negative energy must this collect?
Even top-tier designers aren't this generous.
It seems this Chinese designer really understands our social customs and interpersonal relationships!
The two ghosts took their seats and soon saw the specific values of the negative energy collected on the wall.
They were immediately dumbfounded.
"Negative energy collection has currently reached 55,000?"
"So many!"
"Your name is You Xing, right? How... how did you do that..."
The instance lasts for 12 months, and it's only been less than 3 months now, with three-quarters of the time remaining. The amount of negative energy collected has already reached a terrifying 5!
Keep in mind that the average negative energy level in an A-level horror dungeon is only 10,000, while that in an S-level dungeon is 100,000.
It's already reached 50,000, so breaking 100,000 is a sure thing, right?
The bull and the horse exchanged a glance, seeing surprise in each other's eyes.
Your Honor was right to tell them to be careful.
The participants won't die, and their negative energy keeps increasing. This isn't some kind of terrifying dungeon.
This is China's cash cow!
Just as Ox-Head and Horse-Face sat down and the wandering executioner introduced the dungeon to them, their negative energy surged by several hundred, causing the two ghosts to gasp in shock.
I almost lost my high-class image.
"If you two are satisfied... shall we now officially move on to the topic of a separate, independently operated instance?"
The bull raised its hoof and swung it.
"No rush, we still need to complete the process. Let us see your specific process for collecting negative energy."
"it is good."
After the three sat down, the camera switched back to the scene, and Chen Lan had already gone deep into the neighborhood.
Before entering, the sky was blue, the weather was sunny, and the air was fresh.
Inside, the sky was gray with dark clouds obscuring the sun, and the air was filled with a pungent and unpleasant skunk smell.
As far as the eye could see, the streets were filled with folded-up, swaying objects that looked like they could fall over at any moment; it was clear that the Leaf-Eating Sect was practicing their skills.
Chen Lan's heart almost jumped out of her chest.
He had only heard about the terrifying nature of this group of leaf-eating people from books and the internet before, and this was the first time he had witnessed it firsthand.
But since we're already here, we have to grit our teeth and complete the order.
With a death wish, Chen Lan cautiously moved forward.
Like a protagonist infiltrating enemy territory in an action game, every step is taken with caution, for fear of provoking a reaction from the "zombies" on the ground and causing some unexpected events that no one wants to see.
I don't know.
When Chen Lan was less than 100 meters from the target location, she walked to an open, flat area.
He suddenly felt an itch on his neck.
biu——
Suddenly, my whole body went limp, and I collapsed.
When Chen Lan opened his eyes again, he found himself tied to a frame, and the entire scene before him had changed.
There was no leafy scent, no sky.
It's a strange restaurant.
What's strange is that Chen Lan noticed that every customer at the table was wearing a mask.
Hanging up, separated from them by a cage.
Where...where am I...?
Before Chen Lan could think, the blond-haired white man with tousled hair sitting in front of him in the cage looked at him with a mocking smile.
The speakers on the desktop looked particularly eye-catching.
"Although we have never met and have no grudges against each other."
The blond man licked his lips with a slurping sound, his eyes crinkling with amusement, as he recounted what seemed like an ordinary, mundane matter in a declarative tone.
"But the boss just placed an order for Asian two-legged sheep, so you ended up here."
"This is murder! Unlawful imprisonment!"
Chen Lan immediately became anxious.
They had no grudge against each other, had never met before, yet they attacked each other directly.
Is there still a law? Is there still freedom?
"I'm calling the police! I'm calling the police! The police in Mirka will punish you!"
"My name is Lincoln Falcon, you can just call me Falcon from now on."
"Sanctions? Police, it's been a long time since I've met a man as cute and delicious as you. We'll have to 'taste' you properly later and see how long you can last."
wait?
us?
No, can "cute" and "delicious" be used together to describe a man?
A chill ran down Chen Lan's spine.
In a few breaths, the cage opened, and several muscular men followed behind the sphere. They were all dressed in the same thin clothes as the sphere, with rosy cheeks and friendly smiles.
He looked like he was about to be sucked up.
Their eyes gleamed with greed as they looked at Chen Lan.
Click.
Sound effect when the ball is pressed.
A burst of powerful music rang out, the melody was stirring and generous, in the style of the 1980s, and was sung with great passion by a countryman.
Thump thump thump, thump thump thump...
Chen Lan was so angry that she trembled all over and was sweating profusely.
His body's instincts told him to leave immediately.
He was powerless to resist while suspended in the air.
The song is called "YMCA".
Having grown up exposed to the culture of the free world and frequently browsing the internet, Chen Lan knows the meaning behind many seemingly respectable things.
Among them is "YMCA," a song created by believers in the last century to promote anti-gay sentiment. Originally intended to inspire people, it later became a gay song.
Then I saw those four people behind me, all high on drugs...
Each person is holding a different prop.
Durian, syringe, whip, and flexible tongue.
Chen Lan shouted those words with all the strength she had in her life.
"You bastards, you, you can't do this...you can't..."