A Business Without Capital

First, there was the appearance of Zui Xian Ju's madam.

She was the complete opposite of the fat madam from Cuiqing Brothel—this one was thin, thin as a stick of firewood.

Her cheeks were skin stretched over bone, and her two eyes glimmered faintly. Deep within her pupils, two ghostly flames seemed to flicker.

Her voice was shrill and thin; at first listen, it carried no trace of human warmth.

At the sight, a glint flashed through Qin He's eyes. Looking closer, he could not help but pause in slight surprise.

Ghostly aura actually coiled around this madam.

That piqued Qin He's curiosity.

This world was crawling with demons and monsters, but ghosts were the one thing Qin He had yet to encounter.

Qin He did not know whether the Cycle of Reincarnation Order was truly the foremost order, but it was certainly one of the deepest foundational orders of space, its priority undoubtedly among the very highest.

Not seeing ghosts meant that this world's Cycle of Reincarnation Order remained extremely powerful.

The odds of a dead soul breaking free of reincarnation and becoming a ghost were infinitesimal.

That made the madam before him rather interesting.

He could not sense her aura through the shadow play, but standing right before her now, he could indeed see ghostly aura winding around her. It was not something she had picked up—it emanated from within her body.

The madam looked so frail that a gust of wind could blow her over, yet when she welcomed guests, her steps were light and brisk, and her tongue was slick and glib.

Before long, she led Du Ziteng and Qin He upstairs.

It was a first-class private room. At least Du Ziteng had not made Qin He sit in the main hall.

The wine arrived. It