"Regis, the Nas tribe, whispered with the recruited purgatory mage, Les Frost, to apply to enter the camp." A token appeared in Regis's hand and said to the black light above his head.

The black light shrouded his body for a while and replied: "Regis, the identity of the Nas tribe, has been confirmed. Please whisper the purgatory mage, Les Frost, to confirm your identity."

"Is this OK?" Cheng Hai handed out his token.

The nature of purgatory is a free killer organization. According to the killer's taboo, they do not retain all the real information of the assassins like the census, so there is no situation of checking personnel to the terminal. However, their tokens are covered with a unique layer of power as an anti-counterfeiting mark. If they simply change the name and cause the energy to be dissipated, it will be easy to identify them.

Fortunately, before coming here, Chu Lin did some homework for him. They transformed it very carefully and could almost distort the real ones.

At least Chu Lin patted his chest and promised that at least 99.9% of the probability would not be recognized.

But as the scanning time of the black light gradually increased, Cheng Hai couldn't help but feel a little unsure.

The Shente Meow is 99:9%. Isn’t the probability of being discovered or not being discovered?

Finally, the black light scanned and a yellow token floated out of it.

"Purgatory Lich, Les Frost's Whispering Identity Verification Passed, please collect your temporary pass."

"Thank you."

Cheng Hai felt relieved and took the token.

"Are you nervous?" Regis smiled.

Cheng Hai gave him a blank look and said naturally: "Six cannons pointing at you, how can you not be nervous?"

"hehe……"

Regis smiled, and the three-dimensional image in his hand drew a piece of area again, but this time it was green.

"This is an entertainment area, with bars and hot springs. You know, due to the recent contraction strategy, these demons have nothing to do. This is a free area, if you are interested, you can come out and communicate with them."

As he said that, Regis took the initiative to lift the curtain and led Cheng Hai into the bar.

Unlike those elegant couple bars, Cheng Hai heard the extremely noisy heavy metal music inside as soon as he came in.

The dark, crazy, and passionately twisting "beauty" of the Meat Mountain, all of which form the popular culture that the local undead likes.

"Oh, my Lucifer, this guy is too fat." The malnutrition demon couldn't help complaining to his fellow demons around him.

"I like this type, I pick it up and pick it up." The devil smiled silly.

"But this guy weighs at least two tons, right?"

"You don't understand. This girl's measurements are estimated to be 967, 668 and 978. This is the golden ratio in my eyes."

"I don't know how you drive tanks..."

"What does it mean to drive a tank? Give me a respectful point!" The terror was furious and retorted: "Your mother, who is not very thin, has a sense of superiority?"

"That's called skinny!" The Destroyed Demon corrected: "I bet that when it comes to female undead, they must like to lose weight more!"

"impossible!"

"Don't believe it? Let's make a list and write down the characteristics and post-evaluation of the race you have been on, so that people in the bar will see who has more supporters?"

"Whoever is afraid of anyone! Write it!"

The terror slammed the table suddenly, and the dead of both races began to write quickly.

Cheng Hai: "…"

Although each has its own preferences, the aesthetics of these two undead are too different...

"Do you want a drink? I'll ask."

Regis found a spot in front of the bar.

"No." Cheng Hai refused, "I didn't like drinking before I was alive, and after I died, I didn't like drinking even more."

It's okay to say that cigarettes are, but almost every type of wine in hell is much heavier than Bloody Mary, and he really dare not drink it.

"We have non-physical drinks, too." The neatly dressed red-skinned timid bartender smiled, very ferocious.

Cheng Hai looked at him, then looked at the meat mountain troll on the stage, and curled his lips, "Mainly, I don't have an appetite now."

"Do you like skinny too?"

Regis teased with a smile, and snapped his fingers at the bartender, "Give me a pure white fragrance kiss."

"Okay."

The bartender professionally took out the mixing glass from behind his waist and added ingredients into it.

The crimson powder and the colorless liquid with white smoke were emitting. The bartender threw down something made Cheng Hai's bone numb, and then replied: "I only have a handful of bones left, what else do I need to feel skinny? If you really want to say that, I prefer succubus."

This is the truth.

"Sucumbag?"

Regis was a little surprised and looked at him with interest.

"Well, their oil pushing skills are good." Cheng Hai said casually.

Although he has only seen this in certain works of art.

"This hobby is quite similar to Lord Carrick." Regis smiled.

"That's not." Cheng Hai spread his hands.

Apart from maintenance, what can a skeleton do to find a girl?

Crushing the tailbone?

"Mr. Regis, your pure white fragrance kiss."

The devil bartender handed the wine glass to Regis and bowed slightly.

"Thanks."

Gracefully taking the wine glass, Regis took a sip.

Cheng Hai took a look at the color. A layer of white bubbles floated on the light brown color, which smelled mellow, but it was similar to a coffee shake.

"I like this very much. Whether it is human or undead, they are afraid to communicate with people from our tribe. Those women who flatter me are fake. I can't taste this hot and sweet taste on their lips." Regis suddenly sighed.

"Ha~ The end of the conspirator. Apart from strangers, who else would give you trust?" Cheng Hai did not give him face.

“Of course there is.”

"who?"

"Strong."

Regis smiled and continued, "They are far above me, so naturally they are not afraid of anything in our hearts."

"Can that be called trust? Do they dare to look for you when they are in a downturn?"

“…”

Regis suddenly fell silent and drank half of the wine in the cup.

"There is a story..."

Cheng Hai thought about it and changed the topic: "You haven't lived tonight? You actually have time to chat with me here."

"It's gone. Recently, there have been some quests to detect and lure enemies. Before the orders from above came down, there were no major moves."

Regis finished his last sip of wine and sighed, "But it's too soon. At most, there may be a big battle tomorrow or the day after tomorrow. You don't have to hold it here for too long."

"This bear looks unlucky," Cheng Hai said suspiciously.

Maybe it's just like what Regis said. He exposed his weakness in front of him for no reason, either a traitor or a thief, let alone their clan.

They are destined to have no friends.

"screw you."

Maybe he thought of going with Cheng Hai, Regis smiled and knocked on the table, stood up and said, "Let's go to the next place."

“Where to go?”

"I'm itchy when I'm in duel."

Cheng Hai: "…"
Chapter completed!