Alice's Dream Club

Lynch's words made Alice hesitate, and then locked the door with a click.

"What's wrong with you, you big man, it's certainly strange to see that girls' rooms don't have any feminine designs at all."

"No." Lynch sat up from the ground and instantly connected with Alice telepathically, "You can feel the feeling of my perception in your room."

Alice sensed something was wrong the moment she connected.

It stands to reason that as the person in charge, Lynch's perception of the club and his power to control it are above his own from the moment he signed the contract. Even if he is not proficient in mastering power, it is absolutely impossible for "a part of the club does not belong to the club." weird feeling.

But now this weird situation is actually happening.

And I don't feel that way at all.

After repeatedly disconnecting and reconnecting several times to confirm that it was not an illusion, Alice opened the door of her room without any hesitation, and brought Lynch in.

Being carried by someone is definitely a new experience for Lynch, especially when he is awake.

Looking up at Alice, before he could speak, the former snorted angrily: "How old are you, let's get down to business first."

Rubbing his hands together, Lynch stood up and fully grasped his perception.

As before, no matter how much he tries to control the room, there is no response in the perception, just like returning to the era of ordinary people, the room he is facing is a dead object, and there is no possibility of feedback at all.

Looking around the room, Lynch finally looked at Alice.

"It's just a room, you are the boss and you have the final say."

With Alice's permission, Lynch carefully tried to move those furniture out of this space and recorded them.

The records are as follows:

The wardrobe can be moved at will without any impact, but Alice has too few clothes and needs to be replenished.

The bed can be moved at will, and there are a lot of maintenance tools hidden under the bed, the special purpose is unknown.

The dressing table can be moved at will, without any cosmetics, just for decoration with furniture.

The seat, cannot be moved.

Alice's room was easy to empty. After all, there were only four pieces without even a window, and the immobility of the seat clearly told the two of the crux of the room.

For a better comparison, the first move was done by Lynch alone, and now Alice has been replaced after restoration.

Again, the first three things are all right, but the last chair, anomalies appear.

Alice could easily move that chair anywhere without any hindrance.

Seeing this, Lynch looked at the confused Alice: "Where did you get this stool?"

"What are you talking about!"

Rolling her eyes at Lynch, Alice looked at the bench in front of her and recalled.

"This is something that I have been in the club since I was conscious. Besides, I am not the second generation. I don't pick up trash. I have money to collect it."

"... Collecting trash is not much better than picking up trash..."

Without exception, Lynch was stabbed in the waist by the stool leg.

As we all know, Alice has always killed Lynch, and this stabbing is the same. She gave full play to the idea that everything can be a murder weapon, and stabbed Lynch right through.

The contact between the blood and the chair did not produce any reaction. Seeing Lynch record this, Alice showed a thoughtful and considerate attitude.

"How about...Master, you can stab me with this too?"

"Don't make trouble, do you think I can do it?"

After waving his hand, Lynch took out a blade from his arms.

"Just scratch your finger and try."

When he finished speaking, he already had an extra medicine box in his hand, and his preparations gave Alice a very strange feeling: Why is it like taking care of a daughter?

A small cut was made lightly, and Alice dripped blood on the stool.

The same thing that didn't happen made Lynch a little bit disappointed after he realized it. If there was a real response, the mystery of the room would be easily solved.

Of course, Lynch didn't forget to continue yelling: "It's okay, it's not engine oil or lubricating oil."

Alice covered her forehead: "Just keep hating you."

In order to preserve this special site, and to prevent Alice from continuing to live in the dark basement, Lynch used the first half of the sentence as an excuse to forcibly transfer Alice's bedroom to the door opposite the Second King.

Alice was quite critical of this.

Lynch originally thought it was noisy because he was facing the husky, but it turned out that it was more difficult to get to Lynch's bedroom from the living area on the second floor than from the basement.

After thinking seriously for three seconds, Lynch thought of a reason that could completely convince Alice.

"If you think about it this way, the kitchen is next to it, so it's convenient for cooking, right?"

"Then I don't find it troublesome to cook normally, just send it over."

"Then you can teleport if you ask me, right?"

"My lord," Alice was a little emotional suddenly, "you need to prepare your clothes to go to your room, and you are the master, I am defaming my duty by teleporting to the master's room and waiting to get up. Is it plausible?"

"I'm determined to say it."

Alice: "..."

Finally, half-forced by Lynch's cheek-ravaging offensive, Alice accepted the fact of changing bedrooms.

Lynch also had a rare "let down" and helped Alice tidy up the room with both hands like an ordinary person.

Originally, he wanted Er Shi and Mu Xinyi to also try that stool, but the two went to the Shadow Realm after lunch, and they haven't come back yet, so the rest can only be discussed when they come back.

After dinner, the two still did not return to the club. This situation did not change until the afternoon of the third day when Lynch and Alice both planned to look for it: the two appeared in the residential area in a disheveled manner.

Relying on inertia, he stopped rolling, and the second quickly got up and hit the void one after another with energy. Mu Xinyi also took out the talisman at the same time, and burned the talisman in a sacrificial way, sealing the positions where the two appeared .

The two of them breathed a sigh of relief after a smooth operation.

They got up and looked at each other, then turned their heads and sank to their dantian.

"Boss—! I'm in trouble again!"

"Half Immortal—! Come out and clean up the mess!"

Lynch originally picked out the firearms and weapons that might be used behind the bar not far from the two of them. After witnessing the scene of the fierce operation and the actual 250, he picked up a short-cut 870 next to him and loaded it. He greeted and walked towards the two of them.

"I'm here."

At that time, the two rushed towards Lin Qi with lightning speed, and then hid behind him with ease.

Lynch: "..."

II pointed to the location where the two appeared, shaking his arms vigorously.

"It's coming!"

"What the hell is coming..."

Before the two of them could give an answer, the space in the direction they were pointing suddenly vibrated.

The sealing circle formed with energy by the Second Emperor and the talisman restriction imposed by Mu Xinyi quickly failed and shattered. Immediately afterwards, a chest-thinning depressive aura gushed out from the shock, and danger and abnormal terror filled the club. In the reception hall.

Alice rushed to Lynch's side immediately, and at the same time as she arrived, the existence behind the shock finally appeared.

One after another, illusory uncertain outlines emerged from the shock, and with their appearance, the temperature in the reception hall seemed to drop sharply.

The small whispers rang in the ears of the four people. They couldn't hear the content clearly, but they could feel the chaos and madness contained in it.

Hatred, anger, unwillingness, all kinds of emotions are mixed in it, it bypasses the auditory system, and is directly printed in everyone's consciousness.

It's a wraith.

And it's a real wraith.

Every illusory outline carries raging chaos, that kind of power is eroding everything it touches, even the composition of the air is being rapidly modified.

"Boss, boss! They have chaos cores! There are too many, so the two of us were beaten back..."

II's explanation further proves that these gushing beings are the real "wraiths" in the mouth of the demon hunters.

It was too late to ask what the two of them were doing. The reason why so many wraiths were attracted was not because it was difficult to deal with, but at this moment, more and more chaotic and stylish creatures appeared in the shock, far more chaotic than those floating wraiths Being manifests.

They come in various shapes and are no longer pure outlines.

Their chaotic breath is more intense, just like a real chaotic extension.

Faced with such a large number, no matter how protected the gun is, it will be a drop in the bucket. Taking a deep breath, Lynch let out a low snort.

"roll!"

Like cheese blown away by a strong wind, the matter wrapped outside the core of chaos subsided in an instant, and those monsters made of chaos also cracked their original forms, revealing the core of aggregated chaos.

Those nuclei are trying to recondense, but Lynch can't give them any chance to reshape.

More subtle spatial vibrations are generated in the reception hall, and crisp sounds can be heard endlessly.

The time and space where the core is located has been dislocated and broken, and the force of disintegration originating from the space-time model cannot be violated even by chaos.

The shock is still continuing, and the destruction created by Lynch is also continuing to destroy the chaos that appears inside the club. Although the amount of chaos gushing out is huge, the club is Lynch's domain and an extension of the goddess, and it will soon be destroyed. The efficiency exceeded the speed of the chaos gushing out, and the hall gradually returned to its former tranquility.

Except for the "door" that is still shaking and leads to an unknown area.

Maintaining this state, Lynch turned his head to look at the two people who caused trouble.

"What the hell are you two doing?"

"Good news and bad news." Seeing that the crisis was effectively suppressed, Mu Xinyi relaxed, "Which one do you want to hear first, Banxian?"

"bad."

"The bad thing is that these grievances come from something that looks like the Styx. Originally, the two of us lived in peace with these things, but the second emperor threw three tons of TNT into the Styx, and it was like stabbing a hornet's nest." Like, so for a while I don't think these things will calm down."

"...Okay..."

"Okay, I say!" The second raised his hand like a primary school student, "The good news is that we both found a club that might be in the Shadow Realm!"