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Chapter 756 Middle-aged and Elderly Killer Club

In the dark and dilapidated club, Han Fei and the old man with only one drop of blood stood face to face. One of them held a death knife and activated the ghost pattern, as if facing a powerful enemy; the other held a broken radio with an expressionless face, as if

Han Fei was not found at all.

After a moment of confrontation, Han Fei waved his hand in front of the old man. Seeing that the old man still didn't respond, he tried to ask: "Sir, please...are you still recruiting new people here? I want to join you."

Hearing Han Fei's voice, the old man raised his eyebrows slightly. He stretched out his hand to tidy up his messy white hair, and slowly opened his lips.

Perhaps because he hadn't spoken for a long time, his lips seemed to be stuck together, and his upper and lower lips were torn when he spoke. Dark red blood flowed out.

"Please speak louder, my ears are not very good and I can't hear you clearly."

The old man's voice was very distinctive, as if there was a fish bone stuck in his throat, and every time he spoke seemed to be a kind of torture for him.

"I want to join our club and become a member of this big family!" Han Fei shouted into the old man's ear, and the other party finally heard clearly.

The old man nodded and stretched his calloused palms towards Han Fei's face.

Looking at the palm getting closer and closer, Jiu Ming hidden in Han Fei's ghost pattern issued an early warning, showing strong panic.

Before Han Fei could react, the old man's hand was already on his face.

The rough palm touched Han Fei's cheek little by little. The blind old man probably wanted to determine Han Fei's appearance in this way:

"How old are you this year?"

"You're in your twenties, what's wrong?"

"Our club is specially prepared for middle-aged and elderly people. You are too young, why not go somewhere else." The old man refused Han Fei, took the radio and was about to leave.

"Although I look very young on the surface, I am very mature mentally. Old man, don't worry too much about your age. Only by constantly injecting fresh blood can the club develop better." Han Fei will not be able to leave until he completes his task.

Line, he must seize this opportunity: "I am enthusiastic and generous, with a good personality. I can get along with them wherever I go. My neighbors elected me as the building manager, and my colleagues praise me as a fighter who changes the industry. I am also special

I know how to take care of people, from the old man with only a fragment of his soul to the helpless orphan. Everyone who has been with me thinks I am a particularly good person."

Maybe he was persuaded by Han Fei, or maybe it was because no new member had joined the club for a long time. After hearing what Han Fei said, the blind old man hesitated a little.

"Our club mainly serves middle-aged and elderly people. If the age difference is too big, everyone has different interests and hobbies, and we can't chat together, which will be very embarrassing."

"It's okay. My biggest advantage is that I am cheerful, familiar, talkative, not withdrawn at all, and very easy to get along with." Han Fei chased after the old man: "Everyone who knows me knows that I am the universal glue in the workplace.

, the family glue, and the neighbors even put me in their family tree.”

"Don't talk too much. Let me show you our seniors' usual hobbies first. If you can accept it, it's not too late to join." The blind old man hadn't had such a "pleasant" chat with anyone for a long time. He used to accompany him.

All he had was a broken radio...

"Okay, I also want to see what our club has?" When Zhuang Wen and Yinglong came over before, they briefly checked and found nothing unusual. The old man didn't show up at that time, so they must have missed it.

Something very important.

"Don't have high expectations. There are only a few entertainments and interests for the elderly." The old man didn't know how long he had stayed in this building. Although he lost his eyes, he was extremely familiar with every place in the building.

familiar.

He led Han Fei through the open space in the middle of the club and first came to the place where fitness equipment is placed: "Some people who like to exercise can come here to exercise, but we are older and are not suitable for too strenuous exercise. Most members still

I like to cultivate flowers and plants, play chess and other recreational activities.”

"Understood, I don't like sports either.

Pushing open the back door of the warehouse, the old man stretched out his hand, and fine black raindrops fell on his palm: "The rain still hasn't stopped."

He opened the cabinet next to him, and there were ten black umbrellas inside: "You can hold an umbrella with me first. When you become a member, I will give you an umbrella. Then you can freely walk in the rainy night."

Walking."

"Okay." Han Fei and the old man huddled under an umbrella. They walked out of the back door of the warehouse, and the full picture of the club was truly revealed in front of Han Fei's eyes.

The warehouse is only a small part, the real club soup covers the entire back alley

"We members are older and can't stand the trouble. Our hobbies and interests are very simple. We mainly want to cultivate our sentiments and promote physical and mental health." The old man held a black umbrella and walked with Han Fei in the back alley. The rooms on both sides

There were faint moans, screams and cries, and a very strange odor filled the air.

"For example, some old people's hobby is to grow flowers and grass, which can not only purify the air, but also beautify the environment. Doctors also encourage them to plant more. This is called flower therapy." The old man said it clearly, but Han Fei had a vague feeling.

Something is not right, Xiaoba got a Yangwen seed, and it has not bloomed after planting it for so long. It sounds like these old people can grow flowers casually.

"I usually like flowers and plants, but I don't have enough strength to keep them alive." Han Fei was very modest. He wanted to ask the old man for advice. After learning how to do it, he planned to return to Xingfu Community to help Xiaoba grow flowers.

"Growing flowers requires patience and investment. Only with hard work can you appreciate the beauty of blooming flowers. After the old man finished speaking, he stopped next to the first small yard in the back alley and knocked gently on the wooden door.

After waiting for a long time, no one opened the door, so he simply walked in with Han Fei: "Look, this is our flower field."

As the wooden door opened, a pungent rotten smell hit his face. Han Fei frowned and looked towards the "flower field".

There are mutilated corpses planted in the soil. Their bodies are buried deep in the soil, and only their heads are exposed.

What's even weirder is that the souls of these corpses are all imprisoned in the torso, with their skulls spread out towards the surrounding shapes, and their souls are like fragile and beautiful flower bones, huddled on the butterfly bones.

"Does it look good?" The old man knelt down gently and reached out to touch the soul in his head: "It's a pity that I can't see it. I have never appreciated the beauty of this flower until now, but I heard people say that this is the most beautiful flower in the world.

Flower, it’s a pity that when it blooms, it also withers completely. You spend your whole life for a moment of beauty. Perhaps this is the secret of its amazingness in the world.”…

"I learned it, but growing flowers is probably not my hobby." Han Fei looked at those "flowers". He didn't know how the old people in the club cultivated this thing. It was indeed beautiful, but it was also very perverted.

"In addition to planting flowers, our senior citizen club also has other hobbies for you to choose from, such as calligraphy." The old man and Han Fei walked out of the courtyard and walked towards the second room in the back alley: "Don't underestimate calligraphy, practice it.

At this time, its spirit, posture, movements, and thoughts all have very high requirements, and it can effectively strengthen the body and mind, and prolong life."

Opening the door of the second room, Han Fei was dumbfounded this time. There were three single rooms in this room. The walls, floor and ceiling of the first single room were covered with various strange symbols.

It looks like some evil spirit has been sealed away: the second room is filled with hand-painted talismans. Generally, talismans in movies are used to ward off evil spirits, but here, all the talismans are stained with heavy evil spirits. These talismans are all

The ghosts drew it themselves; the third room is even more outrageous. The word "death" is written all over the room. It seems that the owner of the house has only practiced this word in his life.

"Old man, the way of practicing calligraphy here is quite unique." Han Fei didn't know how to evaluate it anymore. This place is indeed an underworld-style senior citizen club: "Do you have any other hobbies to choose from?

"

"There are many more, but they are all popular with the elderly. Young people may not be willing to participate."

"Ordinary living people are probably too happy to participate, right?" Han Fei muttered in a low voice. He followed the old man walking in the back alley, and the rain in the night sky gradually became heavier.

"Because of my eye problems, I cannot grow flowers or practice calligraphy. What I am most interested in is dancing, which is also the choice of many elderly people." A smile appeared on the blind old man's face. As long as he mentioned dancing, he would feel happy and happy.

Satisfaction: "Dancing can prevent degenerative changes in the muscles and joints of the elderly, accelerate blood circulation throughout the body, benefit metabolism, and eliminate the inner loneliness of the elderly."

"Is it a square dance?"

"All dances are acceptable." The blind old man put away his umbrella and entered the third room with Han Fei.

There was not a trace of light in the dark room, and the surrounding walls were inlaid with huge mirrors.

There was a simple stage placed in the center of the room, with a lot of blood stains remaining on it.

"Stage? Mirror?" The layout of this room reminded Han Fei of a real-life murder club.

"We usually practice dancing here. This is also my biggest hobby." The old man only had two holes left for his eyes and stared blankly at the stage, but he did not walk up.

"Old man, you said that dancing can eliminate loneliness, but doesn't dancing alone make you feel twice as lonely?" Han Fei looked at the environment in the room, dancing on the stage full of mirrors, stepping on blood stains, this is really enjoyable for ordinary people.

Not coming.

"How can it be a solo dance? I have a dance partner." The old man said softly: "As long as I dance on stage, it will appear and dance with me."

After the old man said this, the mirrors in the room began to darken, and there seemed to be shadows of dead people left in the mirrors.

"What a great place to take care of your life. It considers the mental health of its members from all aspects, focusing on companionship and eliminating loneliness." Han Fei was no longer ready to continue reading: "Old man, I also like these things.

,What procedures do I need to go through to join your club?”…

"There are no formalities, as long as you really like this place and have a common language with everyone." The blind old man finally relaxed: "I am barely the owner of this club now, and I am qualified to make decisions. So, you make sure first.

Focus on your own interests and hobbies, and if it suits you, then stay here."

When the old man made the request, Han Fei also received a prompt from the system.

"Attention players numbered 0000! Please dance a whole dance in the dance room, find the most special word for death in the calligraphy room, pick a flower in the courtyard full of flowers and plants, and make sure it does not wither immediately.

.”

"Three things to do? I knew E-level tasks weren't that simple."

Han Fei pretended to be thinking, and after ten seconds, he walked onto the stage: "Old man, what kind of dance do you usually dance? I want to learn from you too."

"Okay." The blind old man seemed to have not heard such a request for a long time, and he agreed very depressedly: "I was a very famous dancer when I was young, but something happened and I lost everything I owned.

The dance that blends into the soul.”

When the old man walked onto the stage, the aura exuding from his body was completely different from before. Death and decay were covered up by something else.

At this moment, his soul seemed to be glowing,

When the old man stretched out his arms and moved, it was as if the sleeping whale turned into a roc rushing through the snow, and the ocean of death stirred up huge waves.

He lost his eyes and couldn't see anything. He didn't need others to see his dancing. He was just immersed in his own world.

"This dance hits you so well, it's like worshiping the gods."

Han Fei recorded every move of the other party. As the dance came to an end, figures appeared on the mirrors, all of which retained their appearance when they died.

The old man's dance seems to have some mysterious power. The dead people in the mirror come out and stand unconsciously on the stage. The old man who has lost his eyes just dances wildly among the dead people.

"No wonder he doesn't need a dance partner..."

Han Fei was surprised by the old man's dance. He felt that the old man must have missed you when he was young, and he became more and more curious about how the other party came to the deep world, and who ruthlessly poached his double limit and turned him into a

to what it is now,

Like my healing games


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