All Worlds Invitation

"Boom!!!"

Following bursts of roaring sounds, the Ten Thousand Worlds invitation letter in Zhang Ying's hand flew up uncontrollably, and countless light clusters kept flashing.

Among these large and small light clusters, the small ones are like stars, like water brilliance, winding down, like the Milky Way falling into the nine heavens; the big ones are as strong as the morning sun, dazzling and shining; some light clusters are full of vitality, It exudes a strong vitality; even some black light clusters, long black light, mysterious and unpredictable, with a strong dead silence.

"The world of Ip Man."

"Mr. Zombie world."

"The world of "Big Head Son and Little Head Dad"."

"The world of Silent Hill."

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Chapter 19 The First World

A light group represents a world.

Looking at the names of movies, animations, novels, and TV series that were familiar in the previous life, Zhang Ying, who had watched many of them, was moved, except of course the world of ghosts.

I don't know how long it took, maybe a minute, maybe an hour.

Zhang Ying, who had already been dazzled by the dazzle, saw a blue-white light cluster slowly enlarging and approaching in his eyes.

"Ding dong, the world draw is successful,

World selection: "Kung Fu" world;

Location: Old Shanghai

Duration of stay: one month. "

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In the hustle and bustle of the night scene, colorful neon lights illuminate the luxurious and luxurious night scene.

The sound of music coming from the night venue, high-end personnel in suits and leather shoes coming and going, and beautifully dressed, enchantingly dressed women are inviting guests with smiles, which sets off the whole night venue as if it can bring people a sense of peace and prosperity through singing and dancing. scene.

On the wide road at the entrance of the night market, rickshaws yelled and passed through the road, ding-ding bicycles sped past, and the sound of trams running, the combination of these sounds seemed to isolate everything on both sides of the road.

On one side of the road is the bustling upper class, which is a paradise for everyone and a place for others to yearn for;

On the other side of the road, there are countless poor people and people at the bottom of the society. Some of them rob food, some suffer from illness, and most of them are full of disappointment in life. This side is for them It's unimaginable hell.

Just like the song "Night Shanghai", it really touched the essence of the time, because there were only two kinds of people at that time, one was the rich and the other was the poor.

Standing at one end of the road, Zhang Ying watched the polarization on both sides, and sighed softly.

"How many times have I told you that you have to be ruthless to be a human being? In this world, the streets are full of money and women are everywhere. Whoever can make up his mind can win the fight, and whoever can grasp the opportunity can be cast in the land. Don't worry." Don't be like that idiot, either you will be beaten to death in a decadent manner, or you will be hit to death by a car and stand in the middle of the road waiting to die." A voice of reprimand came from the side of the road, interrupting Zhang Ying's thinking.

Zhang Ying, who was interrupted from thinking, frowned and looked over to the source of the voice, only to see a rather handsome young man in poor clothes was preaching to a fat man beside him.

"What are you looking at, brat, you're not convinced! I just finished cleaning up a dead fat woman and a dead pervert with half of her butt exposed. Believe it or not, I also cleaned up you."

The down-and-out man looked at Zhang Ying and shouted at Zhang Ying dissatisfied.

Zhang Ying took a deep look at the man and his friend, didn't answer, just nodded to them, and then followed a man in a suit and leather.

"Ah Xing, that man seems to know you, he is nodding to us." Zhang Ying, who left, heard the voice of the fat man exclaiming to the man from a distance.

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Pig cage fortress.

Zhang Ying stood outside the fortress with interest. The fortress is not big, but there are many buildings that tightly surround the whole fortress. The stairs, electric wires, and clothes poles inside are all intertwined and messy, but they are still in a mess. It can give people a seemingly harmonious and peaceful feeling from these old and messy.

This is a poor area where even gangsters are not interested in sticking their fingers, but it is also a place where you can enjoy a short period of peace.

Zhang Ying took a deep breath outside, and with a smile, strode into the city with big strides.

There are quite a lot of people here, many of them are busy with their own livelihoods, no one pays attention to Zhang Ying, even if someone sees Zhang Ying, they just take a casual look, because no one will steal anything here, and they don't want to come here.

Zhang Ying shook his head and sighed. He didn't know whether it was because of the decline of martial artists, or because technology was advancing too fast, so many martial arts masters were reduced to the point of doing coolies. One bullet, of course, except for Huoyun Cthulhu.

Zhang Ying walked to a nearby barber shop, and saw that the owner of the barber shop was cleaning the shop leisurely with half of his ass leaking.

Looking at this scene in a funny way, if there is no accident, this is the most amusing sauce in kung fu.

"Boss, please give me a haircut." Zhang Ying sat down on the chair after speaking.

Thinking about it, I usually stay in the courtyard, because I seldom go out and take care of my hair. Taking this opportunity, I might as well trim my hair properly.

"Okay, sir, please sit down." Jiang Bao came over with half of his buttocks exposed.

"May I ask the boss what kind of haircut you want?"

Zhang Ying was silent for a while and said earnestly, "You should cut your hairstyle even more handsome than now."

"..."

Jiang Bao was stunned for a while, nodded and said: "Okay, sir, I understand, please sit down."

Looking at her own hair in the mirror, Zhang Ying gradually shortened, and said, "Boss, if I want to rent a house here, do you have a channel?"

When Jiang Bao, who was cutting Zhang Ying's hair, heard this, he paused with his hands, thought for a while and said, "You need to find a charterer for this, she has the final say here."