Won't this place be haunted?
Or are these women not human at all?
"Ate us?" Ning Fengzhi finally observed these women with a trace of apprehension. He noticed the bartender at the bar not far away, the women dancing on the dance floor, the beautiful women in revealing, glittering outfits performing pole dances on the stage, and the tattooed DJ. Each of them seemed to be watching them intentionally or unintentionally.
Their gazes were like those of predators sizing up their prey.
"I take back what I just said."
Zhuge Lan shrugged. Because they were all women, he had subconsciously avoided paying too much attention. He hadn't expected this oversight to lead them into trouble.
"I think we should leave."
As Zhuge Lan spoke, he stood up and pulled Dongfang Jingjing, preparing to escape this place of trouble.
As they rose, the women from the table next to them immediately crowded over.
"Hey, it's been a while since we've seen such handsome men. Gentlemen, would you like to have a drink with us? We'll treat!"
"Yes, yes, want to join us?" Four women blocked their path.
At such close proximity, Ning Fengzhi finally noticed how… seductive these women were dressed.
Fishnet stockings and black silk were just the basics.
Short skirts and leather outfits were standard.
Their high heels were at least eight centimeters.
As they spoke, their expressions and tones were laced with a hint of allure, and one woman even winked at him.
Heavens above!
If this is hell… if I don't go to hell, who will?!
As they spoke, women from other tables also began to approach.
Wang Qiran, however, immediately nodded. "Sure, let's go together! Come, come!"
"What's wrong with you?"
Upon hearing this, Ning Fengzhi quickly tugged at Wang Qiran. He hadn't even dared to speak yet, and this guy had already agreed! Was he truly not afraid of being devoured?
It was at this moment that Ning Fengzhi noticed Wang Qiran's eyes had lost their usual spark, a look of infatuation on his face, and his smile was somewhat vacant.
"Charm technique."
Zhuge Lan suddenly snorted and shifted his position.
Instantly, a gust of wind swept through the bar, pushing the women who had been speaking a few steps back.
It was this action that jolted Wang Qiran back to his senses.
"I told you to remain vigilant at all times and to set up formations in advance. It seems your cultivation is still insufficient," Zhuge Lan said, glancing at Wang Qiran.
"Ah."
After waking up, Wang Qiran was still confused about what had happened. Hearing Zhuge Lan's words, he seemed to recall that when these women spoke to him, he had instinctively wanted to agree, and his desire for them had become completely uncontrollable.
For so many years, even when he was alone at home admiring works from Japanese adult film producers, he had never felt such intense urges. It was as if the desires in his heart had been amplified many times over.
"In this day and age, there is only one sect I can think of that uses charm techniques."
Zhuge Lan looked at the women, his voice slightly raised. Then, his gaze settled in a particular direction.
He was looking at the woman over there who was dancing on the pole, adorned with what looked like countless silver leaves.
However, by this time, she had stopped dancing.