215: The last ten floors 2

"Deal!" Pan Han took out the money without hesitation.

Anyway, cockroach coins were useless to him; exchanging them for a spider pet was quite a bargain.

So Pan Han walked out of the pet shop, carrying the small box, feeling delighted.

However, he didn't have time to study it now; he could only wait until he passed the first stage, returned to the Trial Taker's base, and handed it over to Cheng Xiao to handle.

As he spoke, he arrived at the ninety-sixth floor.

It was a nightclub, with neon lights flashing at the entrance, and two muscular zombie guards, wearing jeans and black tight T-shirts, glaring menacingly at the corridor entrance.

Pan Han looked inside, and the sound of drumming came out.

"Hey! Mechs and pets are not allowed!" a muscular security guard growled at Pan Han.

"Who are you?" Pan Han saw it speak, looking arrogant.

"I am the security captain of the Ninety-Six Space Nightclub."

"Oh, that's what you're called!"

On the ninety-sixth floor, it's called Ninety-Six Space! What about the sixty-ninth floor?

"Men pay 200 cockroach coins, women are free!" the security captain said in a booming voice.

"No money!" Pan Han had just spent all his cockroach coins.

"No money, why visit a nightclub???" The security captain's face immediately darkened when he heard Pan Han was a pauper!

"Slap!" Pan Han gave the security captain a big slap!

The opponent spun three times in place and instantly knelt on the ground.

"You're asking for it, aren't you!" Pan Han said irritably.

The other muscular man next to him saw that someone was causing trouble, immediately called for backup, and then quickly pulled the security captain back.

Instantly, seven or eight muscular security guards rushed out from the door.

They immediately surrounded Pan Han.

"12345678, not enough! I want to fight ten!" Pan Han counted and shook his head.

"Attack!" the security captain, sitting on the ground, roared.

Slap, slap, slap...

Another round of slaps, and all the security guards fell to the ground.

"Tsk, you're nothing! Can I go in now?" Pan Han pointed inside, and none of the security guards dared to speak.

So, Pan Han told his mech to watch the spider, and he swaggered in.

As Pan Han entered the nightclub, he was immediately stunned by the sight before him.

In the center of the dance floor was a huge rotating stage, where several zombie dancers were wildly twisting their bodies to the intense music.

Neon lights illuminated the entire space, and colorful beams of light intertwined on the dance floor, creating an atmosphere of revelry.

The DJ zombie on stage was controlling the rhythm of the music, his record spinning continuously, emitting deep and passionate music.

The melody of this music was completely different from that of the human world, a kind of extreme wildness and madness.

Around the dance floor were high bars, crowded with zombie customers, holding various glasses and toasting in revelry.

Zombie customers were dressed in various fashionable outfits, some wearing cool leather jackets, some adorned with sequins, and some wearing floral headwear.

The entire nightclub was filled with the smell of alcohol and sweat, and the cheers and screams from the dance floor drowned out everything.

Pan Han stood in a corner of the nightclub, quietly observing this crazy scene.

He saw some zombie customers jump onto the bar and start performing wild dances, their moves peculiar and unrestrained, as if completely releasing their inner revelry and desires.

Zombie bartenders were busy mixing various cocktails, placing them on the bar for customers to enjoy.

And in one corner, some zombies were gambling at tables, betting cockroach coins, drinking excitedly, and playing cards.

The entire nightclub was full of vitality and fervor; the zombies seemed to be pursuing happiness here, releasing their inner suppression and fatigue.

"Interesting!" Pan Han unconsciously swayed to the music.

At this moment, a bartender walked over, holding a tray of cocktails, and asked Pan Han if he wanted one.

After a moment of hesitation, he still took a glass.

He had never drunk alcohol from the zombie world, but holding it in his hand, he felt a bit uneasy.

Who knew what was put in it!

"Put it in my space first, I'll study it later! Better safe than sorry." Pan Han muttered, glancing around and seeing that no one was paying attention to him, so with a thought, he put the cocktail away.

At this moment, he noticed a small stage at the edge of the dance floor, where a zombie lady was performing.

She was wearing a tight black dress, her black hair flowing, and her eyes held a hint of enchanting charm.

The zombie lady danced gracefully with the music, her movements alluring and wild, every action seemed to convey a tempting message to Pan Han.

Pan Han was involuntarily drawn in, his gaze fixed on the zombie lady's dance, as if a mysterious resonance had formed between them in the music.

The atmosphere in the nightclub grew more intense, the music deafening, and the zombies on the dance floor danced even more wildly.

Pan Han slowly immersed himself in it, feeling the power from the music and dance, which gradually made him forget his identity as a Trial Taker.

He swayed his body and slowly squeezed his way to the zombie lady's side.

The zombies dancing below, seeing someone climb onto the performance stage, whistled from below, as if they enjoyed such a scene!

The zombie lady noticed Pan Han's approach, her eyes became even more enchanting, and a seductive smile curved her lips.

To the rhythm of the music, the zombie lady and Pan Han began to dance together, their skilled dance moves complementing each other, as if the two of them became the most striking focus on the dance floor.

Their dance was wild and unrestrained, attracting more attention from the zombies.

The atmosphere in the nightclub grew even hotter, with zombies reveling around the dance floor, their dancing bodies intertwining with Pan Han's and the zombie lady's dance, creating a fervent and peculiar scene.

Pan Han felt the energy surging within his body; he had forgotten the mission of a Trial Taker, completely immersing himself in this zombie carnival.

Forgetting has its benefits, remembering has its sorrows!

Forgetting everything, one can gain more; for example, Pan Han suddenly knew how to dance!

In the center of the dance floor, Pan Han and the zombie lady's dance became increasingly wild and perfectly synchronized, as if they had found inspiration and power in the music.

Their movements were unique and crazy, the rhythm of the dance fast and intense, as if they were showing the zombies an unprecedented wildness and freedom.

Pan Han jumped, spun, and twisted his body; every one of his movements was full of power and spirit, his body seemed to merge with the music, exuding a captivating charm.

And the zombie lady responded to Pan Han with graceful and enchanting dance moves, her body flowing like water, showcasing intoxicating dance skills.

Her eyes revealed a mysterious charm, every eye contact seemed to convey an unspoken temptation.

Their dance caused wild cheers and screams from the zombies in the nightclub; they plunged into this carnival atmosphere, jumping, twisting, and swaying, releasing their inner wildness and desires.

"Human!" The zombie lady wrapped her arms around Pan Han's neck, her lifeless eyes staring at him.

"What's your name?" Pan Han, in turn, wrapped his arms around the zombie lady's slender waist.

The zombie lady was silent for a moment, as if recalling her name.

"I was once a girl named Emily." Her voice was low and eerie, as if carrying a hint of sadness.

"Emily! You're so beautiful!" Although Pan Han hadn't been drinking, he felt somewhat intoxicated now.

"Hurry and leave!" Emily whispered into his ear.

"Why?" Pan Han was startled, leaning back, his hands on her shoulders.

"The guy on the hundredth floor is waiting for you. The later you go, the more dangerous it will be." Emily suddenly said with a worried expression.

"Why are you helping me?" Pan Han could see her sincerity.

"After you pass, remember to come back." Emily suddenly said with a determined expression.

"Okay, I'll take you with me then!" By some strange impulse, Pan Han actually made such a promise!

"No! When you come back, kill me!" After saying that, Emily suddenly pulled out a guitar pick and shot it towards the spherical main light in the center of the hall!