Carefree Men and Women in the Teahouse

Having made my decision, I planned to enter the teahouse directly.

If I found anything wrong, I would turn around and run.

If I could handle it, I would take on this Ghost Building alone...

With a plan in place, I no longer hesitated. I headed straight for the teahouse entrance.

The closer I got to the teahouse, the more I felt its cold, sinister chill.

From inside the teahouse came occasional laughter and chatter:

"Two Bamboos, self-draw!"

"Concealed kong, One Chicken!"

"..."

Judging by the sounds, it was no different from an ordinary teahouse in the city.

The only difference was that this place had ghosts.

Standing at the entrance, I was about to use the three-before-four knocking method.

But as I raised my hand, I gave up on it.

They were regular customers, while I was a stranger.

Using that method might alert the ghosts inside.

So I knocked randomly a few times first, wanting to see whether the door would open. If it did not, I would use the three-before-four method.

But after I knocked a few times at random—

With a creak, the door opened.

A gust of icy yin wind washed over me, carrying a biting chill.

Then I saw a female ghost standing before me, her figure graceful and alluring beneath a white floral qipao.

Her face was deathly pale, her lips painted red.

There was a seductive charm between her brows. She merely glanced at me, then smiled. "Handsome, you're new here!"

I smiled back. "What, is your teahouse members-only?"

The qipao-clad female ghost smiled again when she heard that. "Not exactly. It's just that most of the people we serve are regulars.

"But a handsome guy like you is more than welcome to come in for tea. This way, please!"

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