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"No~"

In front of the urinal, Martin pulled down the zipper of his jeans to release the water in his body, and couldn't help but let out a groan.

His body trembled, and in a trance, Martin noticed the guy next door, who followed him into the bathroom.

At this moment, he is tilting his head, little by little, as if he is planning to peep at something.

"Dude, hiccup, just tell me if you want to watch it, hiccup... I know what you guys think... We are really talented in this regard..."

In this regard, Martin not only did not cover up at all, on the contrary, he withdrew his body proudly and exposed it.

He can already imagine that after seeing his behemoth, the other party will show surprise and inferiority.

It's just that Martin expected that the other party might be surprised, but he didn't expect to be surprised to this extent.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Under Martin's horrified gaze.

The slanted head seemed to have lost the last bit of support, slipped down from the neck, fell to the ground with a dull sound, and rolled around like a ball before it stopped, revealing a rotting face that was pale enough to have no blood.

Looking down at the rotten head on the ground, Martin could even see looming maggots crawling inside his eyes.

Such a stimulating scene directly left Martin's brain occupied by alcohol blank.

Subconsciously blurted out.

"Brother, your head fell off."

"Oh, that's not my head."

Facing Martin's reminder, a dull voice sounded from within his body.

In the next second, his body split open, a dark red tongue stuck out from his stomach, rolled up his head that fell to the ground, and swallowed it in one mouthful.

…

"How long has this bar been open?"

In front of the bar, Cathy took a sip of the martini in her hand.

Glancing at Bert and Susan, who were hooking up like nobody else, and Ian, who was looking for men at the bar, he couldn't help but ask the bartender at the bar.

"It's been a long time, guest."

Hearing Cathy's question, the bartender answered in a feeble tone while wiping the glass.

"Why have I never heard of it before?"

"Perhaps because the bar's location is relatively remote, only some recognized regular customers used to patronize it."

"Then are we now recognized regular customers?"

The bartender's answer made Cathy's face show a somewhat interested expression, and she smiled at the skinny bartender.

"It's all up to the boss to decide."

"If the boss approves of you, you are regular customers..."

Without answering Cathy's question directly, the bartender glanced at the empty wine glass in her hand and turned.

"Guest, do you still need wine?"

Hearing the bartender's reminder, Cathy noticed that the wine in her hand had become empty at some point.

"Then let's have another drink."

"Okay, guest."

Putting the empty wine glass in his hand lightly on the bar, the bartender turned around tremblingly.

While the bartender was bartending, Cathy looked at the bar behind her with a confused expression.

Inside the bar, a country folk song from the early 1980s was singing a cheerful and melodious tune, and time seemed to be frozen at this moment.

"Guest, your wine."

From behind, the bartender's voice pulled Cathy's thoughts back.

Turning her head, a white spherical object suddenly flashed in front of her eyes and fell into the wine glass in front of her.

puff-

With a crisp splashing sound, the turbid wine in the wine glass splashed out and wet the surrounding of the bar.

Wiping the wine drops off her wrist, Cathy looked down at the object that fell into the wine glass.

The next second, a shuddering feeling made Cathy cool from the top of her head to the soles of her feet, and the blurred look in her eyes was instantly replaced by fear.

The sphere floating in the wine glass is a pale human eyeball.

"Sorry, guest..."

Under Cathy's gaze, the bartender in the bar opened his mouth and made a feeble apology, while he stretched out his bony fingers to pick up the eyeball from the wine glass, and skillfully pressed it to his dark eye socket. among.

"Recently, the business in the store is so busy that I often forget to take care of my eyeballs. If you mind, I can give you a new glass of wine. Of course, if you like eyeball-flavored wine, that would be great..."

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However, before the bartender finished speaking.

The next second, under Cathy's horrified eyes, the skin on the bartender's face fell off, revealing a boneless face.

"…"

"Come on, give a service."

He looked down at the artistic face that fell on the bar.

The bartender raised his head, looked at Cathy in front of him, slightly opened his unshielded gums and teeth, and said weakly.

Although, the bartender tried his best to downplay everything bad.

However, it is clear that all it does is in vain.

Looking at the talking skeleton in front of him, UU was reading www. uukanshu.com The expression on Cathy's face became distorted and frightened, and she opened her mouth to make a cry.

"what!"

Behind him, a more deafening scream resounded throughout the bar instead of Cathy.

With a loud scream, the music in the bar stopped abruptly.

"My dear, it's not what you think!"

Seeing Martin running out of the bathroom, Susan and Burt, who were still tired of being together, immediately separated as if they were electrocuted. Seeing Martin who was getting closer, Susan hurriedly defended. .

"...Quick, run...weird...monster...there are...monsters in this bar!"

However, something unexpected happened to Susan.

Facing her explanation, Martin did not show any angry expression, instead he spoke to the crowd with a more fearful expression.

While talking, he turned his head to look in the direction of the bathroom where he ran out. On the thigh of his jeans, a large water stain was clearly visible.

"Martin, haha, you peeed your pants!"

Looking at the terrified Martin, Burt, the man with the nose piercing, took all this as an excuse for the other party to hide his shame, grinning and making a mocking sound.

"Hahaha…"

However, after laughing a few times, Bert couldn't laugh anymore.

Because he found that the whole bar was silent except for his laughter.

The originally crowded guests, at some point in time, had already surrounded a few of them in front of the bar.

"What is this all about?"

Looking at the 'guests' surrounded by him, Ian couldn't help but let out a trembling tone and screamed.

"What on earth did you do to anger the entire bar, Martin!"