The Ghost City Forbidden Zone? I'm a Regular! Last Time, I Curled a Snake Demon's Hair

Peng Bo, former chief assassin, current Tony the barber of Xu Port.

The System said: "You've killed too many people. Go cut hair to atone for your sins."

He believed it.

His scissors moved so fast they left afterimages, and his customers were scared stiff. Business was as dead as a morgue, but life was as easy as a retired civil servant's, until a death-defying variety show came crashing into it.

Ten billion dollars. Fifty people. A livestreamed expedition into the ten forbidden zones of humanity.

Others signed up to gamble with their lives. He signed up because of a dream.

He won the lottery from a pool of five hundred million people, and his partner was a taciturn fellow who could barely squeeze out a word in half a day.

On the helicopter, he wolfed down beef ho fun. In the thunderstorm, he wielded his scissors like a weapon. In the snake pit, he yelled, "Don't move, that hair needs conditioning!" In the black sandstorm, his belt broke, right in front of hundreds of millions of viewers.

Zhang Qiling: ...

Peng Bo: Bro, hear me out!

Now the whole internet is betting on which of them will crack first: the mute one or the chatterbox?