Heaven Dou Army God? Too Terrifying

Time slipped through his fingers like loose sand, and in the blink of an eye, three days had passed.

After handing the position of Pope to Qian Renxue, Qian Cheng, restless after too much quiet, came to the most luxurious hotel in Heaven Dou City.

Not only could this hotel fill one's stomach, but patrons could also enjoy tea and board games here on ordinary days, with the occasional splendid opera or ballad performance.

Yet the rarest—and most tacitly understood—thing was that it also offered a certain special service unknown to the public.

Those who understood, understood. Those who did not only needed to get their feet washed a few more times, and they would naturally understand.

"Tsk, the food is honestly mediocre, and the service can't keep up either. It really doesn't justify the price."

Looking at the three dishes and one soup exquisitely arranged before him, Qian Cheng curled his lip without the slightest concealment.

He had always been a fair man, believing that you got what you paid for.

If he were at a roadside stall, spending two copper coins on a roasted sweet potato, he would never utter a word of complaint.

But now, a single meal at this grand hotel had cost him fifty Gold Soul Coins. Naturally, that deserved some proper criticism.

"Dong dong qiang qiang—"

Just then, a bright and joyous burst of instrumental music suddenly rang out from the raised platform in the center of the first floor.

This platform had been specially prepared for storytellers and singers. Some of them were hired directly by the hotel, while others were wandering performers making their way through the world.

When these performers put on a show here, they had to hand over half their earnings to the hotel.

After all, they were borrowing