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For quite a while,

the bar had regained its original atmosphere.

Shen Ye glanced at the small box on the table, knowing it would be bad to open it here, and with a flip of his hand, he stowed it away in his spatial ring.

Now, he finally had time to think about advancing his gate power.

"This drink is on me,"

he said, placing the strong liquor in front of the bartender, then picked up the orange juice and took a sip, ready to concentrate on studying his gate power, but then he heard a horrific scream.

"Aaaaahhhh—"

The scream was filled with terror and hysteria.

The music in the bar stopped.

Everyone looked towards the direction of the bar's entrance.

A stumbling drunk was holding onto the door handle, apparently about to leave, but now he stood motionless.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!——"

He let out continuous, unconscious cries.

An impatient Undead went up to pat him on the back, saying loudly,

"Damn it, Old Henry, have you gone mad!"