Someone finally asked the question that Lin Qiao was concerned about. Why did Song Yi, a popular star, suddenly appear dancing in a bar near the slums? Judging from the way she lifted her shoulder straps, it was obvious that this matter was even more extreme.
The deafening cheers almost pierced Lin Qiao's eardrums.
She stepped back uncomfortably. In the darkness, Chu Ji placed his hand thoughtfully on her back, "You can go back to the kitchen."
"Need not."
Lin Qiao raised her head to his ear and asked loudly: "Where is your food? Point to me."
Chu Ji smiled slightly and looked at Song Yi, who was about to strip himself naked.
"Over there."
The food in his mouth and the wanton greed of those men were completely different concepts. Lin Qiao quickly realized that there was something wrong with Song Yi.
Because Chu Ji said that he would not eat humans unless necessary, they were the worst diet in his eyes.
She looked at Heather, who was closest to the pole platform. Even he was staring at Song Yi, motionless and attentive.
Lin Qiao said: "I'm going to find Heather."
When Chu Ji glanced at the man behind the bar, a trace of dissatisfaction flashed in his eyes.
He didn't like having strange smells on her very much. An indescribable possessiveness for her grew in the monster's heart, and he didn't yet understand what such emotions meant.
He withdrew his gaze and decided to satisfy his original hunger needs first.
When Lin Qiao passed by the crowd of men, she found that everyone was uniformly raising their necks, like devout Christians, staring directly at the woman dancing on the pole.
Observing their abnormal emotions, she quickened her pace and came to the bar and grabbed Heather's arm, "Heather, come with me to the kitchen."
The man didn't move at all. Like the others, he raised his neck high and muttered with saliva in his mouth, "Beautiful...goddess."
"Heather!"
Lin Qiao yelled into his ear, and he turned his head quietly, his eyes silent, and his mouth formed a strange arc, "Lin Qiao, come and watch with me, watch our goddess."
She couldn't bear it anymore and slapped him on the face to wake him up.
The palms of his hands that had used all his strength were numb. Heather felt the severe pain and suddenly came back to consciousness. She covered her face and wailed, "Why did you hit me?"
Lin Qiao shook her hands and didn't bother to explain to him. She raised her hand and opened the drawer to find the public phone and put it into his hand. "Call the police and ask them to send someone over. Something is going to happen here."
Shinan looked outside the bar without knowing why, "Why are you calling the police? Because Song Yilai's business is so good today, I don't want to get into trouble."
Lin Qiao: "Why would an actress who can buy a bar with one day's income come to this shabby place like ours?"
Heather rubbed her face, "Then who knows? Anyway, it's enough to give us enough tips."
As soon as he finished speaking, the guests who were still enjoying the dance in a civilized manner all started to move and walked towards the stage in an orderly manner.
The music reached its climax. Song Yi, whose skirt fell off her body, stood quietly on the edge. She suddenly opened her slender arms like lotus roots and said softly to the first young man who came onto the stage: "Come here."
He walked up to her obediently, let the soft arms hug him, and immersed himself in the fragrant body of the goddess.
Shinan said in shock: "The benefits of this interactive session are also great, right?"
But the feeling of envy only lasted a few seconds, and he saw that Song Yi's body was like fried shrimp crackers in a frying pan, swelling several times in size instantly.
The soft skin was pulled and torn, and the beautiful head was like an inflated sourdough bun, split all the way in the middle, the sides of the body were separated, and countless bud-like tentacles protruded from it, instantly twisting the young man's neck.
"Click."
His intoxicated expression was frozen.
After a bone crack, the corpse fell straight into the split area of Song Yi's head. The flesh and blood of the upper body that had been gnawed and broken by the fangs splashed onto the face of the person below. The weird clicking sound of eating did not cause a trace of panic.
On the contrary, everyone still looked intoxicated, waiting for the next lucky person to come forward.
Heather was instantly stunned.
"Alien, alien species!"
Before Song Yi's separated eyes looked over, Lin Qiao quickly pulled Heather and squatted under the bar. Said in a low voice: "Turn up the lights and change to some harsh drum music."
He touched the remote control off the bar and followed the instructions with shaking hands, "I know where the alien on Taiping Street that has not been caught so far has gone. Song Yi lives in Taiping Street. She is the protagonist of the accident. What a good thing. Got hit by us."
The orange lights suddenly turned into dazzling incandescent lights, and all the lights in the corners lit up.
As soon as the drum beat and bass music reached their peak, Lin Qiao was so shocked by the power that his chest went numb and his nerves almost collapsed.
Heather herself couldn't stand it and cursed.
The loud music helped many people regain their sanity from the environment.
A beautiful female star escaped from the illusion and turned into a monster nearly three meters tall. The deformed and distorted face shocked people's nerves.
"Ahhh! Alien species! It's a different species!"
"Run quickly!"
The peaceful bar suddenly became commotion, and everyone was rushing towards the door.
Chu Ji was blocked by the crowd and watched calmly as Song Yi's tentacles hooked the ankle of a man half a meter away from him. He stumbled to the ground and immediately hugged his leg.
"Pull, pull me!"
The thigh he hugged was like a stone pillar standing on the floor, motionless, and the pull behind him was about to tear his thigh apart.
The man's armpits were hurting and tears were streaming down his face. "Help me!!!"
Chu Ji didn't look at him, but just stared at Lin Qiao who ran over at some point and saw her holding a fruit knife and cutting off the slender tentacle.
The man who asked for help instantly got up, turned around and looked at the tendrils dancing wildly in the air again, and without even thinking about it, he pushed Lin Qiao out who had helped him from behind.
Chu Ji's eyes hidden behind the contact lens suddenly stood up like silver needles, and the tentacles like blood flow instantly split from the palm, bursting the work clothes, rushing towards Lin Qiao, wrapping her up and pulling her back.
This scene happened so fast that Lin Qiao, a human being, didn't even realize that he was on the verge of death and rolled into Chu Ji's arms.
And the man who was running out among the crowd had tentacles wrapped around his ankles and fell into the air.
In the dim bar, no one noticed the newly added tentacles, except the man whose face was flushed in mid-air.
He could clearly see that in the dark corner, scarlet flesh limbs like cobwebs were wrapped around a woman and squirming.
Lin Qiao had a certain degree of trust in these tentacles on her body. She was quietly controlled to stick to Chu Ji's body, her eyes calmly looking at the man in the air, "He will repay kindness with hatred."
Chu Ji tilted his head, a petal bloomed at the tip of one of the tentacles, and the fangs were pointed at his head, "Yes, he is full of malice."
