"He? He was chatting with another narrow b."

Suddenly there was nothing under Li Yan's buttocks. He stood up with his calves and used his waist to turn over, but he still fell in with a plop!

Snap!

Li Yan grabbed the edge of the chair with his right hand and pulled it out hard. The sticky darkness pulled Li Yan's body, and half of his face was already sunk in the massage chair.

Two big black hands stretched out from behind the chair and strangled Li Yan tightly.

"If you can't hear the bell, you can't get out..."

The man said something gloomily, he stretched out his calloused hand to cover the screen, and stretched out his fingers from the TV little by little.

Arms, waist, thighs.

Finally, the leather shoes gently landed on the ground.

The man was wearing a beige suit and had thick dark circles under his eyes, as if he hadn't slept in a long time.

Li Yan, who was stuck in the quagmire-like massage chair and couldn't move, rolled his eyes and muttered:

"If I stayed here, I would definitely sing better than you. After seven years of singing, even if I brought a dog here, I wouldn't be able to sing like you."

Seeing that the "gangster" in front of him was not panicked at all, the man looked very disappointed. He lowered his head and burst into laughter.

"Then just be my companion!"

After saying that, he grabbed Li Yan's right wrist that was grabbing the edge and pulled hard, trying to push Li Yan into the chair.

Five seconds...

"Go in, you let me in."

Ten seconds...

"Uh...ha~ha~, um...ha~ha~"

half a minute...

thump.

The man sat down on the ground, his face covered in sweat.

Li Yan's wrist was like welded pig iron, motionless. His single eye was exposed and he looked at the man.

The man stood up abruptly, looking around the room with a stern look on his face. It took him a long time to dig out a paper knife from the drawer.

He walked to Li Yan's massage chair with the knife in his hand and pointed the blade at Li Yan.

Li Yan raised his eyes and looked at him.

"..."

The man's eyes were red, and the tip of the snow-white knife was shaking back and forth.

"What are you looking at? Let's do it." Li Yan showed his white teeth: "It took seven years for someone like me to come here, so we can't miss this opportunity."

Dang lang~

The paper knife fell to the ground, the man slapped himself, tore the poster on the counter to pieces, picked up a handful of flower pots and threw them at the glass door.

The fragile-looking doorway remained motionless, and the red-striped audio and video recording on the glass was stained with mud.

"Grass."

He kicked the CD cabinet again and again, making a loud banging sound. The record with Zhou Huajian's smiling face on it splashed to the floor.

"hastily!"

The man sat down on the ground, scratching his hair in confusion, his eyes red.

Li Yan was overjoyed at the sight: "You are quite interesting."

"Laugh your ass off!"

Li Yan disagreed: "You have become a ghost and you don't even dare to poke people? You are also a scorpion, and you are the first to do it."

The man's lips trembled with anger, he stretched his neck and shouted: "You, do you care? Do you care?!"

Li Yan looked at the man and said:

"I said, how did you get in? We are brothers and sisters. Tell me."

Li Yan looked heartless.

The man curled his lips and turned away to ignore Li Yan.

"Tell me, buddy, what did you do before?"

"..."

The man swallowed his stuffy throat, wiped his eyes and said:

"I said you have a big heart. You are really not afraid of death?"

"Death?" Li Yan glanced around.

"I don't think this place can do anything to me."

The man shook his head and took a long time to speak.

"I used to be in a band. Did you know that I lived in Shucun over the Summer Palace? I got drunk with a few buddies there and wandered around here at around eleven o'clock. Who knew that in the blink of an eye, I would be able to find someone around me?

It’s gone. The rest is the same as you.”

"You don't make money as a band, do you?"

"You don't understand."

The man interrupted Li Yan impatiently, but soon smiled bitterly.

"I've been working here for several years but haven't done anything well. At that time, I performed in Happy Garden and rode my bicycle back after the show. I had just enough money to have a drink. I'm sorry for my parents. I couldn't fulfill my filial piety. It's hard to see my parents again.

"

"I'll help you."

"Look after yourself, you can't protect yourself,"

The man sneered.

"I know why I know there are questions in this store, why do I still want to break in?"

Li Yan asked him.

"You are crazy, who cares about you?"

The man cursed.

"Hehehe..."

Half of Li Yan's face was smiling ferociously, and for a moment he didn't know who the evil ghost was.

He tightened his fingers suddenly, leaving several distinct marks on the massage chair.

"Squeak~"

A burst of white smoke rose from the chair, and white steam rose with an agitated roar.

Under the man's incredible gaze, the black leather pad burned violently. Li Yan turned over and the roar of evil beasts echoed in the air.

Chaos tattoo, fierce.

The man was speechless for a while.

A burst of green and soft light shot out from the black square hole of the six-marked money.

Wearing cropped trousers and a beige women's suit, Dan Niang stepped out with a bright smile. She pressed her white fingers on the rustling gramophone, as if she was very interested in this strange-looking instrument.

"Danniang, can you think of a way to take him out?"

After hearing this, Dan Niang came closer to the man's face, which frightened him so much that he backed away.

She turned to ask Li Yan.

"Is this this Yao?"

"What is Yao?"

"If he falls into the underworld by mistake and cannot return, he is called Yao."

"That's him."

Dan Niang nodded and said, "Find him a container first."

After speaking, she pointed at the morning glory-shaped gramophone and said calmly, "How about this?"

"It's too big, let's go smaller."

Li Yan picked up a white Sony Walkman.

"Let's do this."

"Can."
To be continued...