I’m From The World Of Punishment

"Did you come out on your own today, or were you kicked out by your wife again?" The beautiful bartender wiped the cup without raising her head, but her words were accompanied by the elegant music that made people's hearts sing.

"I ran out on my own." Yang Shan ordered a glass of wine. The beer he brought when he came had been drunk and thrown into the trash can at the entrance of the alley.

He didn't lie to the female bartender, which meant he was even more defenseless against her, even though he had only been here twice.

When he first came here, he had a fight with his wife at home, and he was the one who started it... In the end, he was so angry that he ran out. When he calmed down, he felt that he was incompetent again, so he scolded himself, and then I started drinking and ended up here unknowingly.

He came home very late that night and sat in the bar, drunkenly complaining to the bartender.

There is no ambiguity between the two, the familiar relationship is more like friends who meet by chance. On the contrary, he does not resist this kind of relationship. He neither betrays his family nor speaks openly.

However, being a beautiful woman is always a plus, which makes Yang Shan reluctant to raise his eyes to look at the bartender, for fear that he might have some impulsive thoughts after drinking.

He just wanted a little comfort from others, but he didn't dare to ask for comfort from his wife. He had failed her expectations, so what qualifications did he have to lick his face and let her comfort him in turn.

He was such a cowardly and decadent man. Yang Shan looked down at the wine in the glass, and the reflection in the wine reflected his face.

Alcoholism and several months of not doing his job have left his face swollen and gradually made him unable to see the shadow of his former self.

The bartender understands people's hearts very well. She continued to interrupt Yang Shan's silence. People who are depressed always need to stay in their own world for a while before they can be ready to contact the outside world again.

"Do you still have the thing you mentioned yesterday?" After another brief hesitation, Yang Shan finally spoke.

"What?" the bartender asked.

"That's what you said yesterday. You must remember it." Yang Shan made a complete decision, and that thing suddenly became the life-saving straw he wanted to grab.

But in fact, he himself was very vague. He was drunk last night, and his chat with the bartender was also vague.

It was this morning when he picked up this memory, and he had been struggling with it all day.

"Oh~" The bartender finally remembered what he and he had mentioned casually, "I remember."

"Do you still have that thing?" The life-saving straw appeared clearly, and Yang Shan immediately wanted to grab it with all his strength, "How much does it cost?"

"It doesn't cost much." The bartender put the cleaned glass back on the shelf at the back, then took out a small opaque blue bottle and pushed it in front of Yang Shan.

"Is this the strengthening potion you're talking about?" He picked it up and wanted to see what was inside.

"No, this is just a bottle of medicinal wine." The bartender explained, "The medicine is not expensive, but it requires physical fitness. If you don't have any problems after drinking this, then it's fine."

"Ah?" When Yang Shan heard that there was another threshold, his heart suddenly dropped again.

Damn it, why does this world have thresholds everywhere and conditions for everything... He still doesn't understand that if a person wants to truly change, he has to give up the lucky idea of ​​staying in his comfort zone.

That's why he chose to come to this bar to seek out some unknown potion that he accidentally overheard while drunk.

Instead of going home early to apologize to your wife, and then going to bed early tonight so that you can get up early to exercise yourself tomorrow morning.

He still placed his hope on external forces.

A person who gives up on himself thinks that his breakthrough is to muster up the so-called courage to drink the glass of wine in front of him.

"I'll drink." This time Yang Shan didn't hesitate any more, picked up the wine bottle, tilted his neck and took a sip.

Then he waited anxiously for a few minutes, fearing that he would fail the test, but he even forgot that the bartender didn't tell him what to do after drinking it to pass the test.

"Um...can I do this now?"

When he finally remembered, he raised his head and asked the bartender, only to find that the bartender was looking at him with a smile on his eyes.

"Congratulations, you passed the test," she said.

"That's so... uh..." Yang Shan was about to say, "That's great," but before he could say the last two words, he felt a heat well up in his chest and go straight to his forehead.

He was afraid that he couldn't bear it, so he subconsciously held on to the bar and tried to hold on, but the heat quickly swallowed up his consciousness.

The bartender seemed to be still saying something, but the sound of the words gradually faded away, and only the classical music that always lingered around him became louder and louder, surrounding him until it stopped abruptly at the highest point and fell into darkness.

"Hmph hum~" The bartender's reddish eyes stared at Yang Shan who fell on the bar. With a hint of smile, he took out a walkie-talkie from under the table.

"A new person has joined, let's take over."

There was no response from the other side of the intercom, so the bartender hung up the call.

Then very quickly, within half an hour, two people walked in from outside, picked up the unconscious Yang Shan and left the bar.

The bartender put away the wine bottle that Yang Shan had overturned, wiped the wine on the table, and continued to wait quietly for the next disappointed person to walk through the door.

"Hi-my head hurts. Where am I?"

When Yang Shan woke up, he found himself in a strange room.

The room was very simple and there was nothing. The only thing he could see was the table where he was lying.

Like an operating table, it suddenly reminded him of something bad.

The agent's body metabolism is higher than that of ordinary people. After a coma, his consciousness has regained consciousness. Now he no longer thinks about strengthening potions, for fear that he has fallen into the trap of some fraud gang.

After all, in this posture, it looks like I want to eat his waist!

"No, I have to go back to find my wife..." Yang Shan hurriedly struggled a few times, but found that his hands and feet were tightly bound by the straps, and he could not break free with only the brute force of his body.

what to do! what to do!

He panicked. It was impossible for him not to be afraid of death, especially when he thought of his wife waiting for him at home every night. He was even more afraid that if he couldn't go back tonight, if his wife came out to find him, she would be in danger.

For a moment, Yang Shan was left without a master, until suddenly, he remembered that he was still a professional, and immediately sensed the energy in his body that had been wasted for several months.

With this perception, he discovered that after several months of slacking off, the energy in his body was really pitiful and scattered.

But in an emergency, no matter what, even with his self-defeating character, he had to try his best at this time.