Squirt!

Hulalala-

"Um~"

In front of the toilet, Martin pulled down the zipper of his jeans to release moisture from his body and couldn't help but let out a moan.

He trembled for a moment, and in a trance, Martin noticed the guy who followed him into the bathroom next door.

At this moment, he was tilting his head, bit by bit, as if he was planning to peek at something.

"Man, hiccup, if you want to see it, just say it to me, hiccup... I know what you guys think... in this regard, we are indeed gifted..."

In response to this, Martin not only did not hide anything, but instead retreated his body with a proud look on his face and exposed it.

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

However, Martin expected that the other party might be surprised, but he did not expect that he would be surprised to this extent.

Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Under Martin's horrified gaze.

The crooked head seemed to have lost the last little support, slid down from the neck, fell to the ground, making a dull sound, rolling like a ball for several times before stopping, revealing a rotten face that was pale and bloodless.

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

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

Subconsciously blurted out.

"Brother, your head is gone."

"Oh, that's not my head."

Faced with Martin's reminder, a dull voice sounded from his body.

The next second, the body cracked, and a dark red tongue stretched out from the belly, rolled up the head that fell to the ground and swallowed it into the stomach.

...

"How long has this bar been open?"

At the bar, Cassie took a sip of the Martini in her hand.

His eyes swept over Burt and Susan, who seemed to be hooking up with each other like no one around, and Ian, who was looking for men in the bar, couldn't help but ask at the bartender in the bar.

“It’s been a long time, guest.”

Hearing Cassie's inquiry, the bartender wiping the wine glass while answering in a weak tone.

"Why haven't I heard of it before?"

"Maybe because the bar is located relatively remotely, there were only a few recognized regular customers in the past."

"So are we considered recognized regular customers now?"

The bartender's answer made Cassie's face look a little interested, and she smiled at the skinny bartender with intoxication.

"It all needs to be decided by the boss."

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

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

"Guest, do you still need wine?"

After hearing the bartender's reminder, Cassie 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 gently on the bar counter, the bartender turned around tremblingly.

During the bartender's time, Cassie looked at the bar behind her with a confused look on her face.

In the bar, a country ballad 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 came and pulled Cassie's thoughts back.

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

Plop—

Accompanied by a crisp splash, the muddy wine in the wine glass splashed out and wet the bar.

Wiping off the wine drops from his wrist, Cassie looked down at the object falling into the wine glass.

The next second, a chilling feeling made Cassia cold from 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, the guest..."

Just as Cassie was gaze, the bartender in the bartender made a weak apology while stretching out his skinny fingers to lift the eyeballs in the wine glass, and skillfully pressed it into his dark eye sockets.

"The business in the store has been too busy recently, which has caused me to forget to take care of my eyeballs. If you mind, I can change you a new glass of wine. Of course, if you like eyeball-flavored wine, it would be better..."

Click!

However, before the bartender finished speaking.

The next second, in Cassie's terrifying eyes, the skin that stuck to the bartender's face fell off, revealing a face full of white bones.

“…”

"Don't, give away service."

I looked down and saw that it fell on the bar, with a very artistic face.

The bartender raised his head, looked at Cassie in front of him, slightly spreading his uncovered gums and teeth, and said weakly.

Although, the bartender tried hard to downplay everything bad.

But, obviously, everything it does is in vain.

Looking at the talking skeleton in front of him, the expression on Kassie's face became distorted and scared, and she opened her mouth and was about to scream.

"ah!"

Behind him, even more deafening screams resounded throughout the bar instead of Cassie.

With huge screams, the music from the bar came to an abrupt end.

"Dear, not what you thought!"

Looking at Martin running out of the bathroom, Susan and the man who were originally tired of being together, immediately separated as if they were electrocuted. Looking at Martin getting closer and closer, Susan quickly defended herself.

"...Hurry, run...Monster...Monster...There are...Monsters in this bar!"

However, what Susan expected was.

Facing her explanation, Martin did not show any angry expression, but instead said to everyone with a more fearful expression.

While speaking, he turned his head and looked at the bathroom where he was running out. At the thigh of his jeans, a large piece of water stain was clearly visible.

"Martin, haha, you wet your pants!"

Looking at the frightened Martin, the man named Bert treated all this as an excuse the other party had found to hide his shame and grinned and made a mocking sound.

"Hahaha……"

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

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

The originally noisy guests, at some point, had surrounded them at the bar.

"What the hell is this?"

Looking at the "guests" surrounding him, Ian couldn't help but tremble and screamed.

"What did you do to anger the whole bar, Martin!"
Chapter completed!