I am a Celestial Master at full level, you want me to join the Rules and Ghost Story?

Jones was carrying a plate and walking around the Night Owl Bar.

Although his movements were a little clumsy, he always had a professional smile on his face, as if he was really an experienced waiter.

This is the experience I learned from performing in the world of ghost stories frequently.

Even professional actors probably can't act as well as Jones.

If a professional actor doesn't perform well, the most he can do is to do it again. But as the chosen one, Jones will lose his life if he doesn't perform well.

The plates were filled with a variety of drinks, including beer, whiskey, cocktails, etc.

Each type of wine exudes an alluring aroma, attracting guests in the bar.

"Hello, this is the beer you ordered." Jones walked up to a customer and gently placed the beer on the table.

The guest nodded with satisfaction and threw a few banknotes on Jones's plate as a tip.

Jones smiled, thanked him, and moved on to the next table.

His performance made the audience outside the big screen feel a little strange.

Isn't this guy a taxi driver? How did he suddenly change his job to a waiter?

However, seeing Jones skillfully deal with the guests, the audience had to admit that he is still very adaptable.

As time went on, Jones' tips grew.

There were a lot of banknotes in his pockets.

After earning enough money, Jones finally came to the table of the man in the windbreaker.

The table of the man in the windbreaker was filled with empty wine bottles. It was obvious that he had drunk quite a bit, but his eyes were still cold.

Jones placed a few bottles of good quality wine in front of him and whispered, "Here's your wine. It's my treat."

The 'rule' of the windbreaker man is that there are empty bottles of wine on his table, proving that he has no money to drink. You just need to buy him some wine, and he will tell the Chosen One the information.

The information Jones obtained was similar to that obtained by Zhang Yangqing, which was information about freight trucks.

Because red wine can consume her life, she has to find someone to help her drink it.

When Jones came just now, she asked Jones to drink red wine, but Jones didn't dare to drink it.

Jones, who was a waiter, went to the front desk and asked the bartender about the woman in the wide-brimmed hat.

He didn't speak honestly here, he just asked: "Why doesn't that woman leave? She takes up a lot of space and delays our business."

The bartender smiled and said, "She can't leave until she finishes her drink."

Jones pretended to be confused and asked, "Then she just finished drinking it. It seems that she can drink a lot."

Here Jones didn't know what red wine meant, and the bartender certainly couldn't tell him.

However, it also triggered a mission. The bartender asked Jones to help him organize the wine cabinet. After the arrangement was completed, the bartender said: "Only vampires can drink red wine. She is not a vampire, so she can't drink it."

This information was of certain value, and Jones began to analyze it seriously.

The man in the windbreaker mentioned that there are vampires in K City, and that vampires like to be active at night.

This place is relatively close to K city, so there must be vampires nearby.

In other words, I need to find the vampire, and if the vampire helps the woman with the wide-brimmed hat drink the red wine, I can get the information.

This is the information Jones knows at this stage.

The expert group outside the big screen was able to analyze the reason: vampires have a long lifespan, so only vampires can drink red wine that shortens their lifespan.

In fact, the man in the windbreaker was already giving a hint, and the smart chosen one didn't even need to go to the bartender for the answer.

Zhang Yangqing next door had already seen it a long time ago, but he didn't want to complete the mission or face the revenge of the God-worshippers, so he just spilled the red wine.

This doesn't mean Jones is not smart. He has to make money first, and asking the bartender is safer.

After Jones got the clue to find the vampire, he began to ask around in the bar.

At this time, a guest known as the "Blager" attracted Jones' attention.

The other guests said that he liked to brag, so Jones was curious about what bragging was about, so he walked up to the drunken guest and started chatting him up.

The drunken guest made a lot of remarks, including a story about how he rode a bicycle past a sports car and then flew through the sky.

It sounds like bragging, but Jones wondered if this guy had been hit by a sports car.

But then, the drunken guest mentioned a crucial clue: "Last time they saw a vampire, they didn't believe it!"

Jones asked him where he saw it, and he thought for a long time and said it seemed to be in the bathroom.

Jones' eyes lit up and he immediately understood something.

He quickly ran to the bar's bathroom with a smile on his face.

Because there is a mirror in the bathroom.

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This mirror can probably see through the true face of a vampire.

So maybe the bragging king was not bragging at all, he was just drunk and unable to add details, so what he said sounded strange.

Now that he knew what to do, Jones knocked off a mirror and then searched around the bar with it.

Soon, he found a young man in a corner.

In the mirror, the man's face turned pale and ferocious, with two sharp fangs exposed at the corners of his mouth.

Apparently, he was the vampire Jones was looking for.

Jones stepped forward, smiled and said, "Sir, do you need any help?"

The vampire raised his head, a hint of impatience flashed in his eyes, and then he said: "I heard that you have good wine here, but I have tried all the wines here, and none of them taste good. It's really boring."

Jones tried to trick him into drinking red wine, but the vampire said that he had drunk red wine before and it tasted even worse.

At this time, Jones was wondering what kind of wine the vampire wanted to drink?

The first thing he thought of was to ask the bartender.

But the next second, a ghostly and strange voice appeared in my mind.

"Vampire, he's already called a vampire, don't you know what he wants to drink?"

The voice did not really exist; it was a figment of Jones's imagination.

In fact, it was Jones himself who judged that what the vampire wanted to drink must be blood.

Thinking of this, and fearing that he would be hurt by the vampire, Jones said, "Wait for me a moment. I'll get you a glass of delicious wine. If you're satisfied, please do me a favor."

The vampire said generously: "No problem, as long as I am satisfied, I will help."

After getting his affirmation, Jones went to the woman with the wide-brimmed hat, took a glass of red wine and left. Then he went to a deserted place, took out a small knife he found near the bar from his pocket, gently cut his finger, and dripped a few drops of blood into a glass of red wine.

Back at the bar, he handed the glass to the vampire and said, "So, this should be considered a fine wine, right?"

The vampire took the wine glass, sniffed it gently, and then smiled with satisfaction: "Yes, this is exactly what I want."

He drank the red wine in one gulp, his face full of praise.

Then he said very trustworthyly that he could do Jones a favor.

Jones was delighted and quickly thanked him.

Then he led the vampire to the table of the woman with the wide-brimmed hat.

The vampire picked up the red wine on the table, drank it all in one gulp, and left the bar as if he had done something insignificant.

Just as Jones was about to ask for information, the woman in the wide-brimmed hat glanced at Jones's bow tie, frowned and said, "My problem is solved, but you are in danger."