1: Be my sacrifice, okay?

【Yanzu Yifei Check-in Point!】

【Brain Cold Storage!】

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It was already two in the morning.

Song Zhong finished a bowl of steaming wontons and drank the remaining soup.

Song Zhong wiped his mouth with a tissue, then placed a 10-yuan bill on the table, put on a cloth bag, and pulled down his baseball cap.

“Boss, the money’s on the table. Good business!”

The boss, busy packing up his stall, smiled broadly, “Haha, come again next time if you enjoyed it!”

Song Zhong left the small stall and looked up at the sky.

He couldn’t believe he had Transmigrated to the God Slaying World for almost two months.

Just ten days ago, Song Zhong took a long-distance bus to Cangnan City.

He had a reason to come here, because soon, an invasion by Ghost Face and the Nanda Snake Demon was about to occur.

“Just one more, what a pity, just one more!”

Song Zhong clutched his cloth bag tightly, muttering to himself.

The few passersby around him, seeing the young man with the baseball cap, instinctively avoided him.

“Is this guy drunk? He looks so strange!”

“I don’t know, he seems to be mumbling, better stay away!”

“Exactly, hurry home. I heard there’s a perverted killer appearing in Cangnan recently!”

“Damn it, don’t scare me. It’s almost two-thirty in the morning!”

Song Zhong heard the discussions around him, but his heart remained calm.

“Nothing good happens at two-thirty in the morning!” Song Zhong muttered to himself again, then he shook his head, “Forget it, in this world, I wonder if anyone knows this meme!”

He glanced at a dark alley nearby.

It was pitch black inside, with only one barbershop still open, its purple and pink lights flashing outside, creating a strange and ambiguous atmosphere.

At the entrance, a woman with heavy makeup, revealing clothes, and a hot figure was leaning against the door, smoking.

“Nothing good happening, for me, that’s a good thing!”

Song Zhong pursed his lips slightly, smiling as he walked deeper into the alley.

Seeing someone approach, and a young man at that.

This was business!

The woman still held a cigarette in her right hand, and her left arm was placed under her chest, pushing up firmly.

Her full, white breasts seemed ready to spill out.

“Handsome! Want to come in for a hair wash?”

The woman’s voice was charming and seductive, with an indescribable allure.

The moment Song Zhong entered the alley, he put away his smile.

Hearing the woman greet him, he quickly pulled his baseball cap even lower.

“Uh, what… what services do you have? How much?”

Song Zhong’s voice was faint, and his breathing became rapid, as if he was afraid of being heard.

The woman’s brows furrowed slightly, but quickly relaxed, replaced by a smile.

This kind of person was clearly a novice who hadn’t been to such places much.

Looking at Song Zhong’s faded jeans and muddy white sneakers, the woman knew this was another poor fellow.

However, business had been slow recently, and rumors of a perverted killer had directly impacted her customer flow.

Aside from referrals, it was already difficult to get a new customer.

But more importantly, she was already parched, parched in every sense of the word.

“Handsome!”

The woman’s voice was sweet and cloying. She tossed away the cigarette in her hand, grabbed Song Zhong’s arm, and forcefully pulled him towards her soft chest.

“It’s cold outside, come in first!”

“Hey, this… this isn’t good!” Song Zhong moved reluctantly, his expression even more embarrassed.

The woman wore a professional smile, her heart filled with a bit more disdain for Song Zhong.

What are you trying to play at with me here? A guy with a dirty mind but no guts.

Just like that, Song Zhong was pushed into the barbershop by the woman in a few quick moves.

Song Zhong was a bit flustered, surveying his surroundings.

Perhaps because of the perverted killer on the loose, nearby shops had locked up early. Here, besides himself, there was only this hairdresser.

Seeing Song Zhong’s helpless look, the woman proactively closed the door and said to Song Zhong:

“Handsome, go upstairs!”

“Ah? Isn’t hair washing on the first floor?”

The woman stared into Song Zhong’s eyes for a few seconds, then let out a giggle, saying helplessly:

“The first floor is for regular services, upstairs has more fun stuff!”

“Is that so? You still haven’t said how much it is!”

The woman sized up Song Zhong. With the light, she noticed the kid’s skin was quite fair, and he spoke softly, like a pale scholar.

“Hehe, handsome, you look so clean, how about a discount? Hair wash, cut, and blow-dry for 200 yuan total?”

“Ah? Two hundred yuan?” Song Zhong hesitated, then pulled a bag from his pocket.

Inside were scattered bills, all earned from odd jobs.

That’s right, Song Zhong didn’t have much money on him.

Having just Transmigrated, to make ends meet, he could only do odd jobs everywhere, unable to even afford a phone.

After all, the System wouldn’t give him money.

He finally saved enough after some time to buy a bus ticket to Cangnan City.

Now, he only had 206 yuan left in his pocket, which was all his worldly possessions.

Song Zhong looked up at the woman and asked, “Um, can it be cheaper?”

The woman had never seen a customer count money in front of her before. She also saw clearly: 206 yuan.

Heh, how lame. With so little money, he still wants to have fun.

But if it weren’t for these lame men, she would starve to death.

It seems her earlier price of 200 yuan was too high. If this kid left, wouldn’t all these days have been in vain?

Thinking this, the woman quickly said, “Forget it, forget it, little brother. Let’s just call it opening business today. I’ll give you another 50 yuan off, so you have some money for food.”

Song Zhong breathed a sigh of relief, then turned and pulled the curtain at the door shut.

The woman was stunned, and her impression of Song Zhong dropped another notch.

Damn it, as soon as he heard the price drop, he wasn’t shy anymore. He even knew to pull the curtain on his own.

“Handsome, I didn’t realize you were quite knowledgeable!” the woman giggled.

After pulling the curtain, Song Zhong turned around and asked, “Is the soundproofing good here?”

The woman looked at Song Zhong with a grin, “Of course, the soundproofing upstairs is excellent! But, it’s just a wash, cut, and blow-dry, it won’t make much noise!”

Song Zhong’s face was expressionless. He let out a breath and said, “Then let’s go upstairs!”

“Okay, handsome!”

The woman enthusiastically took Song Zhong’s hand and turned up the narrow, dim stairs to the second floor.

“Handsome, you lie down on the massage chair and rest a bit, I’ll tie up my hair!”

Just as the woman was about to turn, her body suddenly stiffened. Song Zhong hugged her from behind.

With her back to Song Zhong, the woman’s pupils suddenly turned into vertical slits, but quickly returned to normal.

She turned around in Song Zhong’s arms, smiling, and said, “Oh, handsome, don’t be in such a hurry. A wash, cut, and blow-dry is 150. Other things, well, that’s a different price!”

But Song Zhong’s hands didn’t loosen; instead, his grip tightened, and his breathing became rapid.

“Hehehe, beautiful, help me out. You’re the last one. Will you be my sacrifice?”