The god of death with a scythe, the scary nun, the Qing Dynasty zombies, the Silent Hill nurse, and the diving champion Chu Renmei, all of them grinning, the scene is really a bit hellish.
Damn it, why do workers have more resentment than ghosts?
Especially when the room is dark and there are no lights on, but some electrical appliances have red or green light, it looks very strange.
“Ahem…”
“Suddenly I remembered something. We haven’t given out bonuses for a long time, right?”
Jiang Qin took out a thick envelope from his desk, took out a wad of money and patted it in his hand. Seeing this scene, the grinning devils instantly calmed down their expressions, and each of them became awkward and cute. Quite a few.
When the red Mao Zedong sticks on their foreheads like a charm, they will still shout “Thank you boss.”
“I heard that the drama club is holding a Halloween-themed costume party in the front square. After finishing the work at hand, let’s go and hang out together.”
“Long live the boss!”
“Good guy, is the God of Death calling me long live? Do you want to lose face? Damn money can make all the difference.”
Jiang Qin turned his hands back and grabbed the cloak that was as dark as the night. He looked as handsome as Daniel Wu.
Around the turn of the millennium, the general environment was gradually opening up. Some Western aesthetic trends were introduced into the country along with movies, which also promoted the spread of related culture.
Halloween, for example, is extremely popular at universities, which are most susceptible to epidemics.
As soon as night falls, boss Jiang’s college supermarket is hung up with jack-o-lanterns, which look quite interesting, and there are many part-time students dressed as little skeletons handing out flyers in the front square.
At the same time, Xitian is also engaged in activities, launching milk tea packaging in the style of blood bags, and even the straw of the milk tea is made into the shape of an infusion tube.
The masquerade party held by the drama club is located in the south of the front square, near the maple forest. There is also a check-in card next to it, saying I miss you in hell. It was inspired by the sweet and popular check-in wall.
As the night deepened, a pair of small wings appeared at the intersection from Xueyuan Road to the front square.
Jiang Qin turned around and saw that it was a cute little rich girl.
Feng Nanshu wore a black skirt with a small leather vest on the outside. She had a sharp horn on her head and two black bat wings on her back. She had an S-shaped tail sticking out of her buttocks, with a A heart shape.
Then she wore black stockings with black short boots, black eye shadow and black lipstick. Coupled with her expressionless face, she looked like a cold little succubus.
Her facial features are already very delicate, and when matched like this, she is simply stunning.
Jiang Qin watched her walking out of the night and couldn’t move his eyes away. He always felt like it was a bit of a loss to look at her even less. There was no need to seduce her, I just fell straight away.
“Damn little succubus.”
“He is a little angel who accidentally fell into hell because he was a little stupid and his best friend was too brain-dead.” Feng Nanshu explained seriously.