Before the sun set, the RV arrived outside the bar along a gravel road surrounded by blue flags.
Dean took everyone out of the car and looked around. The whole bar was made of limestone and granite, and the exterior walls were rough and uneven, showing an original earthy color.
A glowing colorful plaque "Rulang" hangs above the door, and a relief sculpture of a proud woman is mounted next to it. Together they form the bar sign. Below the sign is a line of words - Open from dusk to dawn.
It has both antique and modern temperament.
In the open space outside the bar, there was a group of people in leather jackets and unruly long black hair, who looked like members of a motorcycle gang. Several of the knights were riding motorcycles, circling around four huge torches that were spitting flames, and rolled up the sky. sand.
Amidst the rumbling sound of the exhaust pipes, the onlookers cheered loudly.
"How do you feel, everyone?" Seth looked at everyone with a smile on his face.
Ricky raised his glasses and hooked Seth's shoulders, "It's unbelievable! We did it, we arrived in paradise!"
Scott couldn't help shouting, "It's so cool!"
Katie's eyes sparkled with curiosity. As a seemingly well-educated and polite girl, she had never been to such an entertainment venue.
The old priest had a solemn look on his face. He always felt that this place was strange.
Dean tried to use his God's perspective to penetrate the outer wall of the bar to explore the inside scene, but it was as if he was stuck in a layer of cement and could not penetrate.
But he was not surprised but happy, which showed that there was a mysterious power inside the bar that blocked perception, and he came to the right place.
He looked at the Goko brothers, "What does your deal say?"
"This is the terminal, and it closes at dawn," Seth explained, "and Carlos will come to us to trade from after dusk to before dawn."
"Go in and find a place to sit down and have a few drinks?" Ricky suggested, "Maybe our patron goddess is inside."
"Follow me closely and don't run around, otherwise you won't get a penny." Dean warned and walked towards the bar door first.
On the stairs with flashing red neon lights, a thin, wretched man wearing a black vest and a black magic hat held a microphone and danced with enthusiasm, speaking English mixed with Spanish slang.
"Welcome to Rulang Club and enjoy our monthly club night! Come in and taste the most tempting and delicious feast on your tongue north of the border!"
He nimbly jumped in front of Dean and the others, and made a sales pitch, "Now the dishes at Rulang Bar are all half-price, the prices are fair, and they have everything you need, white, black, Latin American, and Asian, enthusiastic girls, cool girls Hot girls, hairy girls, squirting girls, biting girls! Our dishes have all the tastes in the world!"
Dean stared at the short man's welcoming face, and his eyes moved. Under the perspective of life, the intensity of the white light on this guy was actually three times that of ordinary people, far exceeding that of normal humans.
We just arrived at the bar and found a supernatural creature before we even walked in?
This place is indeed not simple, but now that friends and foes have not been distinguished and the situation is unclear, it is not suitable for Dean to act harshly.
"Wait a minute...we have added new dishes to our series of menus," the man stuck out his tongue and licked his fingers, looking at Katie, one of the six, with his narrow eyes, "Sweet, hot, cherry pie girl My son is still a baby."
Katie was frightened by the man's hot gaze and said "Ah", her pretty face turned pale, she put her hands around her shoulders and hid behind the pastor.
"Haha, don't be nervous, just kidding." The man pushed open the heavy stone door, "Please come in quickly."
…
A rush of sweat-inducing heat and surging sound waves hit my face.
The spacious hall is as noisy as a vegetable market. Hundreds of small round tables are scattered among them, almost all of which are filled with guests. Asians, blacks, and even Arabs from all over the world, most of whom are men, are drinking and chatting. Enjoy the hot atmosphere.
A band was performing on the red carpeted stage in front of the hall. The musicians in leather jackets and leather trousers were beating the drums and playing the bass as hard as they could. The lead singer with flowing red hair hugged the microphone stand like a lover and hugged her to death, roaring loudly.
"My little sweetheart is so real!"
"Hey, sweetheart, how are you?"
"Why am I not your only man!"
A group of guests in the aisle were twisting their bodies to the magical music that sounded like mourning. Among them, a tall and thin man with red hair, who was over 1.9 meters tall, caught the most attention. He patted his body and saw a revolver embedded in the center of his jeans. He suddenly stretched out the barrel of the gun, and the muzzle of the revolver followed his turning body and sprayed bursts of "blank bullets" towards the audience.
"Ta-ta-ta! The Sussex machine pays tribute to you!"
Dean looked up speechlessly,
Above the stage, the show on the second floor of the bar is even more exciting.
There are more than a dozen small stages surrounding the wall. There is only one pillar in the center of the stage, and more than a dozen female dancers are dancing enthusiastically.
Beams of colorful lights moved up and down between the big stage and the small stage, changing brightly and dimly, adding a sense of mystery to the enthusiastic dancers and band, and causing the guests in the hall to howl like ghosts.
The pastor and his family had never seen such a demonic scene before. Jacob couldn't help but kiss the cross and pray.
Katie looked blank and hid behind everyone.
Scott looked left and right, his eyes lingering on the waiter carrying the tray and the dancers on the second floor. He couldn't help but swallowed, "No wonder it's called Rulang."
"Wipe your saliva," Seth patted the energetic young man on the shoulder and said in the tone of a boss encouraging his younger brother, "How about I treat you to a lap dance and see the world?"
"Don't lead my son astray, he's not even twenty-one yet!" The pastor glared at Seth, who shrugged.
Seth couldn't find the patron goddess with all his eyesight, so he turned to Dean and said, "Find a seat first?"
"Yeah." Dean walked through the noisy crowd and walked to an empty table right in front of the stage to sit down. His eyes repeatedly scanned the band and dancers in the hall, as well as the waiters and bartenders walking back and forth in the hall. Counting silently in my mind.
1, 2, 3…28.
Carlos and the Guardian Goddess were not seen, but the life strength of these guys was all non-human, causing the blacksmith's expertise to jump non-stop.
In addition, the inside of the bar seemed to be shrouded in a strange magnetic field. The perspective of God was greatly suppressed, and the clarity of vision was even worse than that of the naked eye. Dean was unable to look for hidden basements or secret compartments through the walls.
"So many supernatural beings gathered in a bar shrouded in mysterious power, surrounding more than two hundred human guests to please and flatter them. The plot is not small."
Dean was lost in thought, a slight feeling of uneasiness and excitement welling up in his heart.
…
At this time, a waitress walked over with her waist twisted like a bee, her black lipstick and nail polish sparkling under the colored lights, giving her a rich exotic feel.
"Hi, welcome, babes. What do you need?"
"Six special dinners, four glasses of cactus juice, and two large glasses of your best liquor, Cochez." Seth banged the table impatiently. The two brothers were already hungry.
"We'll be there soon, what else do you want to order?" The waiter glanced at everyone with fiery eyes.
Seth looked up at her black jewel-like eyes, "I'm looking for a friend, his name is Carlos Madrigal. He said he would meet me here."
The woman shook her head, "Carlos isn't here,"
Ricky asked, "But he's on his way here, right? He said he wanted to trade with us tonight, so he can't let me go, right?"
"He can come and leave whenever he wants," the woman gave an ambiguous answer, "The entire Rulang Club is his territory."
"They all belong to Carlos?" Seth asked, "Can you tell us when he comes in?"
"No problem," the woman smiled mysteriously and winked at the six people, "but the club will have a big surprise for the new guests later. I guarantee that you will be unforgettable for a lifetime."
…
"Little naughty boy, don't keep us waiting too long." Seth stuffed a tip into his apron, turned to everyone, smiled, and put his arm around Ricky's shoulders, "Everyone, let's have some fun and get the money after the transaction is completed. , we brothers will prepare a golden basin to wash our hands and spend the rest of our lives happily in the hot land of Mexico, what about you?"
Dean didn't have time to answer, but tried to search for all supernatural creatures with his eyes. He found that on the left and right sides of the bar, similar to the VIP stands, there was a group of Mexicans wearing black suits and looking stylish.
The three priests looked at Brother Goko warily, with distrust on their faces.
Seth said helplessly, "Relax, after all, we have deceived the border inspection for a life and death together. We are also companions, and we should learn to trust each other."
"What kind of companion? The money of the transaction has nothing to do with us." Scott retorted,
"It doesn't matter, the Goco brothers are the most particular about fairness," Ricky smiled casually, "You are also responsible for the smooth entry into Mexico this time. When you get the money, I will give the three of you a reward of 20,000 dollars each. "
"Are you serious?" Katie exchanged a surprised look with her brother, quite moved. For high school students who have not yet worked, this money is enough for them to live happily for a long time.
"We don't need the stolen money from the robbery." The steadfast pastor refused without blinking, exuding a coldness that was incompatible with the lively and joyful surroundings.
"Don't be a spoiler!" Seth really couldn't stand this serious behavior. "When you enter this place, you should have fun and be casual, instead of being tense like a stick. Pastor Jacob, you are better than Your children are still nervous, what are you worried about?"
"Let me guess..." Ricky stared at the pastor's evasive eyes, as if he could see through his soul, "You are feeling guilty, guilty that you killed your wife while driving, so you regard this trip as a trial, and now it is at the end. You are waiting for the final judgment to come and atone for your sins, so naturally you are not in the mood to celebrate."
The pastor seemed to have his heart broken. He lowered his head and held the cross tightly with both hands.
"It's not your fault." Katie comforted weakly and held her father's hand.
"Excuse me, your special dinner is here." The swaying waitress put the drinks and dishes on the table. The drinks looked normal, but the special steaks were bloody and steaming, as if they had just been cut from a cow. When it comes down, it is less than mature and too lively.
Seth and Ricky picked up the Cochise wine and drank it in one gulp. Their eyes widened as if they were constipated, "Ah haha, that's what it tastes like! It's like angels have blasphemed our hearts!"
"It's best not to drink." Dean then started to dissuade him. "Don't eat anything either. There's something very wrong with this place. I can feel it."
The three priests nodded wildly.
The two brothers' expressions fell, "Man, are you saying it's a little too late?"
"One drink won't kill you." Dean shook his head and smiled, and suddenly looked at the entrance of the bar thoughtfully, "Your old acquaintance is here."
The two brothers followed his gaze and saw a sturdy man with a black cowboy hat and jacket and a cold face pushing open the bar door menacingly.
It turned out to be Gonzalez, the Texas patrolman who had been knocked unconscious in the Dewdrop Hotel not long ago. However, he was not wearing a star on his chest at this time, and the bruise on his forehead had not yet been eliminated.
"This hound actually followed up again. How did he find it?!" Brother Goko quickly covered his face and lowered his head, looking at Dean and pleading, "Man, do me a favor and knock him out again, okay? ?”
"There are many people and it's difficult to do anything." Dean shook his head.
At this time, the dynamic music in the speakers around the hall suddenly disappeared. The band quickly moved their instruments and exited. The dancers on the second floor stopped moving and lowered their eyes to the stage.
The entire hall went from noisy to extremely silent in an instant, and hundreds of guests couldn't help but keep quiet and prick up their ears.
Most of the lights were turned off, leaving only a beam of white light projected to the front of the stage. A man with black hair, black eyes, deep eye sockets, and facial features as three-dimensional as a chisel suddenly appeared in everyone's sight holding a microphone.
"Dean, this guy is Carlos, our trading partner!" Seth looked at Dean with surprise on his face, "Hurry up and take out the bonds."
"Don't worry, listen to what he says." Dean raised his index finger in front of his mouth, making a silent gesture.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the special time has come, please sit back in your seats!"
Carlos looked around the venue calmly, with a gentle and elegant demeanor, but his voice seemed to be full of mysterious magic, which could be heard clearly in every corner of the hall.
Everyone couldn't help but sit up straight and listen carefully, devoutly and quietly. Even the angry Texas Ranger unconsciously found a seat nearby to sit down.
In Dean's eyes, this guy's life strength has exceeded that of the Beta wolf of the Coyote tribe, like a monster in human skin.
"Welcome to Rulang Club, today is club night, we have arranged a special show for our guests, tonight will be a very, very unforgettable night."
Carlos smiled and said,
"Are you ready to feast your eyes? Now, we invite our goddess of death and guardianship, the Queen of the Night, Santanica Pandemonier."
Santanica Pandemonier.
This complex and ancient name is like a gust of wind, blowing through the heart, blowing away confusion and anxiety, and bringing fear, awe, obsession, and admiration.
The pastor and his family couldn't help but feel excited, with goosebumps appearing on their skin.
And Ricky Goko had deep expectations in his eyes.
Dean held his breath, and before his eyes, Carlos seemed to be blown away by the wind and disappeared without a trace.
"Thing thump thump thump thump thump..."
The sound of the bijou harp with a rich Mexican flavor began to sound, and the crystal curtain behind the stage gently parted to both sides, revealing a wall at the back. A black figure slowly stood up on the wall, as if quietly in the night. The whole body of the blooming rose is wrapped in darkness, making it difficult to see clearly.
Even so, just seeing that tall and graceful silhouette, everyone present, including Dean, felt a huge impact.
It feels like you are on the seaside under a starry night, with roaring waves in front of you and a ribbon-like Milky Way above your head.
Death and beauty fly together like shooting stars.
"Thing thump thump thump thump thump..."
The harp played softly.
The black shadow walked towards the outside of the stage with agile steps. Every step he took accurately stepped on people's hearts, making people's hearts rise to their throats, their faces flush, and their breathing quickened.
But before any audience member fainted completely, she walked lightly into the light——
She has a lush feather crown decorated with jade on her head, her eyes are as deep as the stars in the vast night sky, her nose is straight, her lips are as red as blood, and her slightly raised pointed chin gives her a hint of wildness from the plateau.
Behind him was a colorful cloak woven with various feathers, and his wheat-colored skin shone with a moving luster, like God's partial creation. Every inch was perfect to the extreme, exuding a natural charm.
She was barefoot, tiptoeing, and walked to the silent rhythm as gracefully as a cat, attracting everyone's attention like a magnet.
Both men and women, old and young, all looked obsessed, and a strong thought came to their minds——
Santanica, the beautiful Queen of the Night.
Dying for you is also a blessing.
…
After seeing her true appearance.
The system progress suddenly jumped to 55%.
Dean shook his head, and his Mirror Shield expertise flashed. He instantly woke up from the powerful charm of the field, and looked around him. The pastor's family's eyes were dull, and Ricky Goko stared directly at the woman, with a kind of expression. She was so moved that she was about to cry and whispered,
"She's not an illusion, she's real."
"Did you see it? The goddess is real."
The woman on the stage looked arrogant but also pitiful. She looked down at the people in the audience and turned around. She held the two corners of the cloak behind her with both hands, covering her body like the wings of a feathered serpent, and then suddenly separated them!
(End of chapter)
