The lights above were ambiguous and bright, and the bartender was chatting and laughing in front of the bar with a few women who were not young but looked very wealthy, shaking their wine glasses as they always did.
The booths were crowded with men and women drinking and drinking.
The bar's business is very good, especially in the evening, when people are leaning against the wall drinking wine and chatting loudly, while musicians are adjusting musical instruments and sound equipment on the stage.
Both pairs of eyes were absent-minded, looking towards the stage from time to time, waiting for the musicians to arrive.
Tangrou and Atherland pretended to be drunk, pretending to be curious about the bar on the third underground floor.
When I first arrived, I looked confused and looked very easy to deceive.
In the nearest booth, Shangshang sat down with a few gentle and scumbag men. They looked at each other and walked over. Sure enough, they fell in love with each other.
"You two look very unfamiliar. Is this your first time here?"
Asselan held his chin up and smiled like a fisherman, "You can tell it's our first time here. Do you know everyone here? Regulars?"
"That's not true, but it's hard to forget beauties like you if you have seen them."
The man waved, and the bartenders immediately came up with trays, opened a bottle of expensive spirits, divided them into rows of small crystal glasses, and mixed small cocktails.
Fishing successful.
The bar is an easy place to exchange information.
In the midst of chatting and laughing, a few glasses of wine were poured down, and a few people said useless things.
"Which school?"
“What a great university”
"Are you from this city?"
"Is there anything interesting here?"
Seeing that she had entered an unguarded drunken state, Atherland winked at Tang Rou.
Tang Rou pretended to be too drunk and held her chin up, showing an innocent look that didn't understand the world.
"There is a big church next to it. We are not allowed to enter. What kind of religious god is it worshiping?"
After the soft voice sounded, the originally noisy environment became much quieter. Many people stopped in unison, and some people turned their heads to look over. Tang Rou was keenly aware of the tense emotions and sudden hostility of the people around her.
She dragged her chin, her expression unchanged.
He raised his small glass of wine and bumped it with Aslan. The two naturally raised their heads and drank.
Perhaps their appearance was too frank, which made the people around them lose interest, and the eyes that were anxiously focused on them turned away.
The man looked at their expressions and said slowly, "The new religion is of course related to the sea."
"Poseidon?"
"Roughly the same."
The row of drinks was empty, and the man waved to another row.
One of them looked at Tang Rou with greedy and sticky eyes, as if looking at prey, determined to win.
He wanted to get Tang Rou drunk.
It is so common to get a girl drunk and take her away in a bar, and it is also the default rule of the game in their hearts. It is very normal for the two of them to look at each other and spend a warm and charming night together.
Tang Rou curled her lips and smiled, but her eyes became colder and colder.
She calmly avoided the legs that were rubbing against each other under the table, and said warmly, "There are many brides in that church. I think they seem drunk. Could they be coming from the bar?"
"How could it be?" Someone at the wine table was really drunk and said vaguely with his mouth pouted and his tongue wide open, "They are going to be sacrificed to Poseidon as brides."
"bride?"
The man wanted to say something else, but he was pushed, his expression became clear for a moment, and he closed his mouth and remained silent.
Aslan and Tang Rou looked at each other and asked pretending not to care.
"Your university is so great, but you don't seem to believe in religious beliefs, and your clothes seem to be very expensive. How can you believe in Poseidon and sacrifices?"
The man smiled, his smile not reaching his eyes.
"Because there really is a Poseidon."
A chill crept up my spine quietly.
The bright lights in the bar flickered on and off, and his vision became slightly dizzy, and the surrounding area was stained with a thick layer of darkness.
He said, "It's watching us."
"who?"
"god."
Human beings pray to God every day, asking for God's response. God occasionally glances at the world and gives believers a glance that makes their souls go crazy.
This brand new form of folk religion seems to be much more complicated than Tang Rou and the others imagined.
With the development of doomsday theories and natural visions, there are more and more theists.
People who could not bear the disaster and torture began to seek help from faith.
Once upon a time, there was a time when the human continent had not yet been united into a unified continent. At that time, there was a record in history that the European religious papacy in the Middle Ages had greater power than anything else. It dominated the world's beliefs and could even deploy, appoint and remove the royal family.
The terrifying power in their hands is so great that it can influence the rise and fall of a country, and their weapon is human faith.
To rule human beings with faith is to control the entire population from a spiritual level, which is an extremely terrifying power.
God is a fictitious concept created by human beings. If there are high-dimensional creatures called "gods" really appear, will they save people?
Or will it destroy people?
Aslan and Tang Rou looked at each other.
The man told them a lot, and now he showed an expression of determination to win. He stretched out a hand and casually passed it around the chair behind Tang Rou, trying to put his arm around her shoulders.
Tang Rou bent down to straighten her shoelaces, but the man's hand fell free.
His eyes were dark, and he came over from the other side of the sofa and sat down next to Tang Rou.
But before he could sit down on the sofa, Tang Rou had already stood up and said to Aslan, "Let's go order some drinks."
"It's okay, I'll call you."
The man raised his hand, and the bartender saw him from a distance, walking towards him diligently. Tang Rou frowned, obviously becoming more and more impatient.
Athelan held down her hand, fearing that something would happen to her at this juncture.
"What do you want to drink?" The man spread out the electronic menu.
At this moment, a noisy sound suddenly came, and the crowd behind them let out ear-piercing screams.
The lights dimmed, turning into another dull yet bright color.
The huge light balls and projections above the head change shapes, simulating a bright sky on the ceiling. The stars have long been invisible in this city, but human technology can still provide a magnificent illusion to humans living in the city.
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A series of electric guitar sounds sounded from the loudspeaker. Tang Rou turned around and saw a few more figures on the stage, it was the band.
The person in the middle is holding a microphone and is tall.
She had seen him in the supermarket the night before.
The people who were drinking and chatting just now went crazy and swayed to the rhythm of the music. They roared, shouted, jumped, and some people stretched out or even took out gold nuggets.
Gold is the only common currency that maintains its value in this increasingly collapsed world, and it is an equivalent exchange item. As long as there are humans living, gold will never go out of style.