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Cunlang also saw the half-broken experience ticket in the other person's pocket and sneered, "We are all here to experience it, so stop talking nonsense. Let's go together." After saying that, he put his arm around the other person's shoulder and pulled him in together.
In fact, this experience ticket is an experience ticket, a ticket for an acupuncture experience. This made Cunlang and Isaac a little disappointed. Well, the kind of thing that men expect did not come.
What a joke, this is an acupuncture therapy center, what's there to expect? Don't even read the name of the store above, it's like going to the toilet to find food when you're hungry, typical behavior of a jerk.
The receptionist at the spa was a hot young girl, and the three thought that such a beauty would give them a massage. But when they closed their eyes and opened them again, they saw a serious and stern old lady giving them a massage. She used all kinds of massages, and even had acupuncture, where silver needles were inserted all over their bodies. Just take a good rest for half an hour, and everything will be fine. You will feel refreshed. This is definitely not a joke, it is more enjoyable than masturbating!
Candles and kerosene lamps are placed in the room, minimizing the smell of modern electric lights. It is indeed helpful to fall asleep in the dim light, but don't forget where this is. There is no place in the world where the god of death comes that is absolutely safe.
"Boss, this acupuncture seems to be pretty good, but it's a little painful." The younger brother suddenly said, "Boss, how do you feel?"
"Noisy, noisy, am I disturbing you? Can't you see I'm sleeping?" Cunlang shouted angrily. He was already a little sleepy, but was woken up again. This result made him extremely furious. Everyone has this kind of mood. No one will feel good when they just wake up.
"I'm sorry, boss. I'm sorry. I'm sorry." The younger brother apologized quickly. It was because he failed to please the boss well enough and ended up getting covered in shit.
Isaac was speechless about these people and didn't even want to talk to them. They were so vulgar and uncultured. But considering that his fist was not as big as the opponent's, and that the opponent could knock him to the ground with one punch, he held back and said nothing.
In fact, Cun Lang dragged Isaac along just because he wanted to see if there would be any benefits in pulling in some plot characters. After being in the Kingdom of Miru for a long time, he still understood these principles. It is necessary to build good relationships with the plot characters. Large teams will have a series of perfect development processes.
Some people are responsible for stealing intelligence, some are responsible for dealing with people, and some are responsible for murder and arson. All of this has been planned, so the higher-end the team, the more points they earn. Division of labor and cooperation come too easily.
At this moment, all three of them felt a chill on their backs, and they didn't know what was going on.
"Do you think the air conditioner is a little cold? Why do I feel like something is a little strange?" Isaac was a little afraid of death, and he seemed to have sensed something.
At this time, the incense on the shelf had already burned a little, with a lot of ash on top. Below was a rag soaked in alcohol, which was used for hot compresses, but now it had become a death warrant.
As the cold wind blew, a piece of incense fell on the rag soaked with alcohol. Boom! After the sparks met the alcohol, a miraculous chemical reaction occurred, and the flames immediately rose up and burned the corner of the room directly.
The blazing flames woke up the three of them, "Ah! This is on fire! Help!"
"Go put out the fire!" Cunlang was startled and wanted to get up, but his body seemed to be out of control and he couldn't lift his hands for a long time.
The younger brother even shouted, "Boss, I can't get up, ah, I can't get up, I don't have the strength."
"Fuck you, you piece of shit!" Cun Lang cursed angrily. He tried to struggle, but the area where he was hit was so wide that he fell to the ground with a flick of his hand. All the silver needles on his body were pierced into his flesh. "Ah! It hurts so much!"
Isaac was frightened, the flames were getting closer, he had to shake, trying to press the bell for help, but his body was still unable to move, as if there was some mysterious resistance.
Crack! The recliner broke instantly, and Isaac fell headfirst onto the floor. All of the silver needles pierced into his flesh due to the reaction force, causing him to let out an inhuman scream.
The flames were still spreading rapidly, and the three of them quickly climbed to the edge of the wall, their faces covered in blood.
Boom! The bottle filled with alcohol also fell to the ground, and the flames followed the flames and burned directly in front of them, but did not swallow them, as if it was just right.
"Oh! I was scared to death. I thought I was dead. Haha, I'm not dead!" Cunlang laughed.
"Hoohoo, they must be compensated. They must be compensated! I'll let them go only if the receptionist accompanies me to have a meal, watch a movie, and do some exercise!" Isaac laughed wildly, and this was a good opportunity to blackmail them. He looked up at the Buddha statue above, "Do you think the statue above is made of rice cake?"
The three of them looked up and saw that the shelf was broken. A Buddha statue that was neither big nor small but made of pure iron fell from a height of nearly two meters and hit them right on the head.
Puff! Suddenly, the sound of a watermelon bursting was heard, and the three people's consciousness became farther and farther away, and it became darker and darker until they fell into a complete sleep.