The light is located in an alley, and from a distance, it looks like a lonely shop waiting for customers to come to your door.
It was indeed a shop with thick doors inlaid with frosted glass and carved glass windows.
Shang Jianyao walked over step by step, until he got close and sensed that there was human consciousness inside.
"Ten meters...... he raised his hand and rubbed his chin.
This is the distance he estimated.
He believed that the person in the store had already discovered his existence.
Shang Jianyao did not stop and came to the heavy brown wooden door.
At the glass inlaid above the wooden door, a yellowish and warm light quietly flowed out.
Shang Jianyao raised his right hand, but did not knock on the wooden door or push it directly, but pulled the wind chime hanging on the door, listening to its brisk clinking sound.
Over and over again, Shang Jianyao seemed to have found new fun.
Finally, the man inside the door spoke:
"This place is open to the public, you can enter if you want."
This is a slightly hoarse male voice, quite weak.
Shang Jianyao was "alert" and responded loudly:
"Have you not eaten for several days, and you are so hungry that you have no strength to speak?"
The man inside the door sighed:
"I'm not in good health, and it has nothing to do with hunger."
"Really?" Shang Jianyao had a "I don't believe it" expression.
However, while saying this, he excitedly pushed open the heavy brown wooden door.
Inside the door is a small bar.
At the entrance, there was a person wearing a white shirt and a black vest standing behind the counter, skillfully mixing a drink.
Behind the man was a row of wine racks with all kinds of bottled wine.
They are all clearly Red River style.
There are high chairs in front of the counter, and above are yellow chandeliers.
Except for the counter area, there were only two sets of sofas elsewhere, so there were no gaps.
"One, two......" Shang Jianyao counted the seats in this small bar.
Even with those high chairs, it can accommodate up to 16 guests.
"Why don't you open a big bar?" Shang Jianyao walked to the front of the bar and asked.
The bartender replied weakly:
"There are already few residents in the 'New World', and I have a limit on the amount of alcohol I have."
At this time, Shang Jianyao finally saw the bartender's appearance clearly, and he pointed at the other party with a "horrified" look on his face and said:
"You are a living corpse!"
The bartender was really skinny to the point of skin, only a little better than the sleeping Yanhu.
His blue eyes were deeply sunken, his linen hair was dull and dull, and his whole person had a temperament that would die suddenly on the spot if he disagreed.
"I'm not in good health." The bartender repeats again.
"Oh, oh." Shang Jianyao showed a concerned expression, "Is there a way to treat it?"
The bartender was silent for a moment and said:
"This is the price."
Shang Jianyao was "frightened" again:
"You told me the price!
"Do you want to kill people to silence you?"
The bartender was speechless for a while.
He took a sip of the emerald green alcoholic drink before simply saying:
"My price is too obvious, there is no need to hide it."
"Yes, yes." Shang Jianyao agreed and sat down on a high chair, "You look like a bamboo pole."
He changed the adjective.
The bartender was not short in height, not much different from Shang Jianyao, and with his skinny state, it really looked like a bamboo pole stuck behind the bar.
Shang Jianyao immediately asked:
"What do you call it?"
"Jacob." The bartender replied.
"You Honghe people, why do you always keep turning over and over when choosing names?" Shang Jianyao sighed with his taste.
Without waiting for Jacob to respond, he looked at the other party's emerald green cocktail and said:
"This is a cocktail?"
"Do you want to try it?" Jacob asked weakly.
"No, the wine doesn't taste good at all." Shang Jianyao expressed his opinion.
Jacob turned his body sideways, pointed to a bottle of wine behind him, and said:
"Then I will recommend one to you.
"It is a sugar wine, fermented with sucrose sugar juice, the brewing method also has unique characteristics, the taste is quite sweet, no need to add anything else, just put a piece of ice in it, you can get a great enjoyment."
Shang Jianyao heard the sweet taste, and his eyes lit up.
Then, he shook his head:
"I'm too young to drink."
Jacob glanced at the sturdy guy and gave up persuasion.
Shang Jianyao asked curiously:
"Many things in the 'New World' seem to be spiritually manifested, and your wine also comes from your consciousness and is part of your spirit?
"If I drink it, is it equivalent to sucking up a little of your energy?"
After listening calmly, Jacob answered the question and said:
"This is the spiritual world."
Without waiting for Shang Jianyao to ask, he added weakly:
"The essence of these wines is different human consciousness, but they do not contain mine.
"Their taste comes from the wines I've drunk."
Shang Jianyao suddenly sat up straight and asked in a deep voice:
"The human consciousness you extracted from the ashes?"
Jacob's eyes suddenly became sharp.
After a few seconds, he sighed and said:
"These are all guys sentenced to death, and I am responsible for executing them, extracting their consciousness and turning them into the purest spiritual food."
"A death row inmate from a certain force on the gray earth?" Shang Jianyao asked.
Jacob nodded.
Shang Jianyao's body relaxed and was no longer so tense.
"Don't you suspect me of lying?" Jacob's voice was very low, as if he didn't want to speak with too much force.
Shang Jianyao replied calmly:
"I have been sensing your thinking fluctuations and have no tendency to lie."
This is the effect of the "mind reading" ability.
It is not like "his mind" or "mind reading", which can directly "hear" the other person's heart, it can only obtain the characteristics of thinking fluctuations to judge what the other person's thoughts and tendencies are.
Jacob didn't ask any more questions, took a sip of the emerald green cocktail and said:
"Actually, I don't particularly need to absorb other people's consciousness, because my body is still alive and well cared for, and my spirit is always replenished.
"I opened this bar for those who have lost their physical body, so that they can have a fixed place to replenish, no need to take risks, no need to give up on themselves, and no need to indiscriminately attack humans on the ashes."
"If the body is still there, it doesn't need to feed on human consciousness?" Shang Jianyao suddenly leaned forward and stared into Jacob's eyes.
"Theoretically, that's the case." Jacob shook the emerald green cocktail, "But our bodies will gradually deteriorate, and my physical condition is getting worse and worse, and I still need to have a drink once in a while."
Shang Jianyao said "oh" twice:
"In other words, is it better to have a body than not to have a body?"
"If you want to survive in the 'New World' for a long time, and hope to return to the dust once in a while, then it must be so." Jacob put down his cup, as if serving something like this for too long would tire him.
Shang Jianyao asked with great interest:
"Then why do some awakened people abandon their physical bodies?"
"They are either deceived and deceived, or they don't want to survive in the 'New World' for a long time, and they don't want to return to the ashes." Jacob seemed to remember some past events, and his tone was filled with a slight sigh.
Shang saw that Yao's thinking jumped, and he asked instead:
"Then how can we let the body and spirit enter the 'new world' together?"
"This is a pure spiritual world, and the body cannot enter." Jacob was slightly surprised, "I don't know where you heard this statement, it should belong to the unfounded fantasy of those people who have no knowledge of the 'New World'."
Shang saw that Yao did not refute, and inquired curiously:
"Is the 'new world' an illusory paradise built by the elders with their own spirits?"
"That's what I've heard, but it's not guaranteed to be true." Jacob showed a wry smile, "Some people say that this is actually a spiritual prison built by the elders for all high-level awakeners."
Shang Jianyao clapped his hands:
"I knew someone would say that."
He looked at Jacob and asked,
"Have you ever been in the tower where the elderly live?"
"No." Jacob shook his head slightly, "Only a few people have entered, and most of them have never come out again."
"Who came out?" Shang Jianyao asked with an envious face.
Jacob recalled:
"The only thing I know for sure is that he is the original Kas, the pope of the 'Anti-Intellectual'.
"However, he seems to have disappeared in the 'New World' for a long time."
Shang Jianyao didn't seem to remember who Cass was, and asked in shock:
"Does 'New World' also have criminal cases?"
"Yes, but there is no police station here." Jacob's sunken eyes showed obvious weakness, "The disappearance may have been secretly eaten by someone."
As soon as he finished speaking, a jingling wind chime rang at the door.
The door was pushed open, and the street lights outside had been lit up at some point.
(End of this chapter)