The man lunged at Lu Ban as if he wanted to grab him.
Lu Ban immediately took two steps back. Fortunately, the man's movements were somewhat stiff, almost zombie-like, so he easily dodged him.
Clatter—
The man fell to the ground, landing face-first.
He raised his head, several teeth having fallen out. His entire mouth was a mangled mess, and his nose had been knocked crooked, making him look horrifying and eerie.
"Don't go. Don't go."
The man's mouth emitted an indistinct sound. His eyeballs were almost falling out, held in place by only a few sinews, but Lu Ban felt no pity for him.
The other people in the bar continued repeating their original actions, completely ignoring what was happening here.
The people here were like puppets on strings, seemingly lacking wills of their own.
"May I ask if the two of you are leaving?"
At that moment, the waiter's voice suddenly came from behind them.
Lu Ban turned around. The waiter, wearing a kindly smile, was standing in the way out with a bottle of beer in his hand.
Although he wore a smile, he gave off an abnormal feeling.
"Yes."
Lu Ban answered and prepared to walk past the waiter.
However, the other party showed no sign of moving aside. He simply stood directly in front of Lu Ban and Trist like a gravestone.
"Please move aside."
Lu Ban said this.
"Hey."
Trist placed a hand on Lu Ban's shoulder and gestured with his eyes for Lu Ban to look at the waiter's neck.
Lu Ban looked carefully and discovered that the waiter's neck was a bloody, mangled mess, with only his collar covering part of it. If one observed closely, one could still see the trachea and blood vessels within his writhing throat.
Under normal circumstances,