The ghost market was not only bustling but also offered many things the group had never seen before, such as this "Fenglai Tower" at the end of the street.
Fenglai Tower was a small three-story wooden building, its exterior resembling a pleasure house from television dramas.
The front of the first floor featured a large courtyard. To enter, one had to cross a small stone bridge. Inside the courtyard, many tables were set up. Ordinary guests would drink and enjoy the performances on stage here.
The second floor had boardwalks and corridors facing the outer street. Beautifully adorned female ghosts, waving handkerchiefs, would call out in high-pitched, thin voices, "Guests, come and play!"
The third floor was likely entirely composed of private rooms, with windows either open or closed. Occasionally, sounds that made one blush and their heart race could be heard from within.
Long Feicheng spotted Fenglai Tower from afar and found himself unable to look away or move.
He had been to many modern clubs and even "played cards" with various young ladies, but he had never seen such an antique, blatant brothel.
He had seen them on television before, but seeing one with his own eyes now made him a bit restless.
So, he cautiously slipped to the back of the group and found his good comrade, Weng Qianxiang.
Within the group, Yan Shouyi and Wei Changqing would never go to such a place, and Wang Jiwang was too honest.
If Old Jin were here, Long Feicheng would have gained another comrade.
Weng Qianxiang was still a bit regretful about not getting a massage, but he perked up immediately upon hearing about Fenglai Tower ahead.
Damn it, wasn't a massage a massage, no matter where it was?
If the mortician's massage parlor couldn't be visited, why couldn't Fenglai Tower? Besides, the ladies at Fenglai Tower not only offered massages but also had additional services, making it much more cost-effective in the long run compared to a massage parlor!
However, the nature of visiting a brothel was entirely different from visiting a massage parlor, especially with an inexperienced young lady like Zhu Huansi nearby. Thus, the two comrades could only discuss it in private.
Weng Qianxiang asked nervously, "Does that Fenglai Tower have any tricks up its sleeve?"
"Old Weng, you've changed," Long Feicheng said with feigned distress. "I thought you were on the same path as me, but now it seems you're only slightly better than Han Gou Wang."
Weng Qianxiang's expression immediately shifted. "Let's talk, but don't insult people, okay?"
Little did Han San know that ever since he left the group, his name had become a highly insulting adjective.
"You're acting too much like Han San."
"You're Han San, and your whole family are Han San!"
This was the typical dialogue between Long Feicheng and Weng Qianxiang.
Long Feicheng chuckled. "I saw there were living people and dead people in that courtyard, so it probably isn't as sinister as that massage parlor."
Weng Qianxiang thought about it and agreed; one could tell if a place was legitimate just by looking from the outside.
In the large courtyard of Fenglai Tower's first floor, there were many guests seeking pleasure. Among them were even Taoist priests in robes and monks holding prayer beads. They were clearly alive, and not only alive, but they were also playing wildly.
Weng Qianxiang felt indignant seeing them. "They can play, and I can't? Screw them!"
"Let's go!" Long Feicheng laughed heartily.
After walking a few steps, Weng Qianxiang couldn't help but stop and say softly,
"But I have no experience being Ning Caichen."
"Damn, what's there to be afraid of!" Long Feicheng said proudly. "To be honest, back in Ping'an Building in Rongcheng, I was once kidnapped by a ghostly sister. At first, I thought I was doomed, but it turned out the ghostly sister just wanted to make a pilgrimage to the West. So, I angrily fought her for three hundred rounds and emerged unscathed. From then on, my title grew by one – Ghost's Bane!"
What a Ghost's Bane!
Weng Qianxiang had never realized before how awesome Long Feicheng was. He immediately cupped his fists, expressing his admiration.
Long Feicheng slung an arm around Weng Qianxiang's shoulder and patted his chest. "Don't worry, how does the saying go... As long as you're brave, Sadako will take maternity leave. As long as you're flamboyant, you can break a zombie's waist. As long as you're bold, you can ride the pen spirit. As long as you're unrestrained, you can mount the alien."
After Long Feicheng's lecture, Weng Qianxiang finally mustered up his courage and followed him, leaving the group and heading towards Fenglai Tower.
Yan Shouyi didn't notice them leaving and was still educating the others:
"The mortician at this massage parlor is likely unskilled and unable to raise powerful zombies himself, which is why he's reduced to opening a shop to give zombies massages. What does this show? Folk sects are not a 'rice bowl for life.' If you don't work hard when you're young, when you're old..." Wait?
Mid-sentence, Yan Shouyi suddenly noticed that Long Feicheng and Weng Qianxiang were gone.
Apart from Grandpa Zhu and his granddaughter, they were the least combat-effective members of the group, so Yan Shouyi paid extra attention to them.
Upon discovering their absence, Yan Shouyi immediately asked everyone.
Wei Changqing pointed in the direction of Fenglai Tower and said, "Five minutes ago, I saw them go in."
"What?"
Yan Shouyi was shocked. Even he had to be cautious and careful when entering this ghost street. Long Feicheng and Weng Qianxiang were truly audacious, going directly to Fenglai Tower for some fun.
What was even more infuriating was that they didn't take him along!
Lin Zitong said exasperatedly, "Audacious!"
"I'll go get them back," Wang Jiwang volunteered.
"No need, we'll go together!" Yan Shouyi said righteously. "I want to see how attractive the ghost ladies in Fenglai Tower are!"
Lin Zitong glared at Yan Shouyi, blaming him for also being frivolous.
However, with Lin Zitong by his side, Yan Shouyi naturally wouldn't act recklessly. The reason he wanted to go to Fenglai Tower was actually to search for clues about the Yangling Tiger Tally.
Previously, the thief had spread news that he would bring the Yangling Tiger Tally to the ghost market for sale. But exactly where in the ghost market it would appear was uncertain.
For Yan Shouyi and his group, the Yangling Tiger Tally was of utmost importance, but it might not be the same for others. People like Zhu Ling were also looking for other treasures and didn't place as much importance on the Yangling Tiger Tally.
Therefore, Yan Shouyi had to search for the Yangling Tiger Tally himself.
The thief who stole the Yangling Tiger Tally was likely someone living on the edge, and such people were most likely to be found in places like Fenglai Tower.
Because their lives were more dangerous, the more opportunities they had to indulge, and Fenglai Tower was a good place for such indulgence.
Zhu Ling naturally couldn't take his granddaughter to such a place, so he proposed to leave the group first to attend to his own matters.
Yan Shouyi naturally agreed. A group that was too large was not a good thing, and if Zhu Ling and Zhu Huansi, who lacked ability, encountered trouble, he would have to be distracted to protect them.
Thus, after parting ways with Grandpa Zhu and his granddaughter, Yan Shouyi and his group entered Fenglai Tower.
At the same time, in a private room on the third floor of Fenglai Tower, Yu Jinhong was seated.
However, he had long lost his past glory. Not only was he short, but his expression was like a stray dog. He even personally got up to pour tea for the people in front of him, his face full of obsequious smiles.
If Yan Shouyi saw this scene, he would be extremely surprised.
Had the former Ghost King of Qiantang fallen so low as to become a manager in Fenglai Tower at the ghost market???