Mountain of Flesh

"Green Bamboo House."

Looking at the plaque above, Lu Ren softly read the words aloud. The three characters were extraordinarily intricate and complex. At first glance, they seemed to be made of countless densely packed long worms, constantly writhing their bodies as they struggled to maintain their original positions.

Anyone with severe trypophobia would probably faint dead away after a single look.

The mental contamination was truly far too severe, far too absurd. An ordinary person would probably describe it in terms of Cthulhu's SAN value, saying their sanity was plummeting as they gradually descended into madness.

Yet when he looked again, he discovered that the three words were merely the distinctive script of the City of Phantoms. There was no trace of the flesh worms Lu Ren had just seen.

Lu Ren's gaze deepened as he turned to the turtle servant standing nearby and asked, "This is the place?"

The turtle servant smiled. "Yes, guest. Green Bamboo is on the second floor. From here on, you may proceed as you wish. I cannot go up."

Lu Ren nodded slightly. The expenses required for pleasure at the Qing Brothel truly made it a money-burning den. Gold and silver possessed formidable purchasing power in the City of Phantoms. Though a gold leaf was valuable, spending a day and night here would leave little of it remaining.

Lu Ren did not particularly care. He had as much of the stuff as he wanted in his Inner World. Even if he did not, as long as he was indoors, a Celestial Immortal could casually rearrange molecular structures and turn stone into gold without the slightest obstacle.

He went up to the second floor. When he saw the figure behind the screen, the corner of Lu Ren's eye could not help twitching twice.

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