Yun Zhenyue slowly made her way toward the private room on the second floor.
Si bit her lip lightly, following close behind.
As she brushed past the Ghost Shopkeeper,
her gaze held an unseen chill.
The Ghost Shopkeeper broke out in a cold sweat, his back already soaked through.
He was filled with regret.
'If I had known, I would have told those hooligans to keep it down!'
"Hm?"
Yun Zhenyue opened the door but hadn't even stepped inside when she saw the utter chaos within the private room.
The room's decor was not nearly as luxurious as the private booths on the third floor.
The table was laden with bizarre foods—rotten fish and spoiled meat.
Most of the dishes had only been picked at.
Empty wine bottles were piled everywhere, creating a mess all over the floor.
An indescribable stench hung in the air.
The carpet was sticky with spilled liquor.
As soon as Yun Zhenyue stepped on it, her brow furrowed slightly.
She looked toward a corner.
