Holding a lantern, guiding souls across, Lady Hou comes from the underworld.

"Look, the footprints disappear right here."

Yan Zhengchu held a compass and pointed to the steps not far away, while Ren Fengjue and Xia Ximo looked up at the same time.

The signboard had two characters written on it: "Fu Lou".

This building is located in the West Square of the city, far from the streets. Not only are the floors taller than those of ordinary restaurants, but even the steps in front of the door are several more than elsewhere.

Standing at the foot of the steps and looking out, it can be seen that the towering peaks reach into the clouds, and the overall style is magnificent. It is obviously not a place that poor people can go.

Xia Ximo went up the steps without thinking, while Ren Fengjue pondered for a moment before following behind.

Behind them, Guan Yue glanced at Yu Lang and was about to go up when he was stopped by the other party.

"No rush."

The gate was closed at that moment.

After knocking for a while, a servant finally came to open the door.

He rubbed his sleepy eyes and yawned, explaining, "Gentlemen, our Fu Lou is always lit up after nightfall and closed during the day."

Xia Ximo braced himself against the door and glanced inside without any politeness.

The servant was startled when she looked him over with her deep, unfathomable eyes.

Just as she was about to speak, she let go of his hand, said nothing, and turned to go down the steps again.

Ren Fengjue was somewhat confused.

Yan Zhengchu, standing to the side, remarked, "This building does indeed look rather strange."

The odd thing is that it's just too "clean".

Whether inside or outside the building, there was not a trace of malevolent energy, not even a hint of human filth.

He couldn't help but ask Ren Fengjue, "Does the young marquis know the origin of this building?"

Ren Fengjue nodded: "Not much, I know a little."

The reputation of "Fu Lou" spread throughout the capital a year ago.

Before this, no one had any recollection of it.

It's as if it appeared out of thin air, rising from the ground.

Since its "birth", it has attracted a lot of attention in Beijing.

Many wealthy businessmen, celebrities, and even high-ranking officials spare no expense to see what this "paradise on earth" is all about.

Rumors circulate that the owner behind this Fu Tower is none other than the current Crown Prince.

Just a year ago, when Fu Lou had just become famous, His Highness the Crown Prince had visited it in person.

At that time, upon hearing that the Crown Prince had just recovered from a serious illness and was still weak, he took the white jade tablet from the building and went straight to the "Tongtian Pavilion" on the third floor.

After coming downstairs, he looked radiant and no longer appeared sickly.

The story is so vivid that many people want to see it for themselves.

But no matter how much money you offer, you can't get a "white jade pendant".

Some people wanted to force their way in.

As a result, he was thrown from the third floor by the guards in the building and died instantly.

If this happened in a regular restaurant, even if it didn't lead to a lawsuit, it would definitely have a huge impact on the restaurant's business.

But... Fu Lou is not.

Even though people have died and they've been criticized, their business continues to improve day by day.

As usual, once night falls, guests flock in droves.

Yan Zhengchu asked curiously, "Has the young marquis ever been inside the building?"

Ren Fengjue shook his head, "No."

"However, I do remember someone giving me a green card once..."

"Young Master, you've forgotten, the green token is in my hands."

Yu Lang, who was below the steps, raised his hand in response.

As the only person in the room who had been to Fu Lou, he couldn't help but speak freely: "But in my opinion, it's just a little more elegant and charming than an ordinary restaurant, not as magical as the rumors say."

"However—"

His tone suddenly changed, and he exclaimed sincerely, "The manager of their restaurant, Ms. Bai, can be described as having a beauty that could topple kingdoms. Many people come here specifically because of her."

Ren Fengjue was naturally not very interested in this, and turned to Yan Zhengchu to ask, "Are you sure, Daoist, that the 'ghost' that killed Zheng Daoyuan has entered the building?"

Yan Zhengchu said with certainty, "My Soul-Seeking Technique is definitely not wrong."

"We were able to find that temple in the suburbs last time thanks to this magic."

Inside the Soul-Crossing Lamp, Wuyou asked suspiciously, "Could he have used that spell on me last time?"

Xia Ximo, the only one who could hear its voice, did not answer.

Ren Fengjue seemed lost in thought, but then subconsciously glanced at Xia Ximo, "What does Miss Xia think?"

Xia Ximo had already made up her mind: "Wait until it gets dark."

After dark, the yin energy is strong, which can nourish evil things.

If there really is something wrong with this building, it will probably only become apparent after dark.

Yan Zhengchu wholeheartedly agreed: "We've been working hard all day, we should go back and rest for a while, recharge our energy, and go 'ghost hunting' again after dark."

Yu Lang then spoke up, "I'm afraid everyone has forgotten one thing: even if you enter the building after dark, you still have to follow their rules and get the jade token first."

Ren Fengjue glanced at him: "That's absolutely right. I'll leave this matter to Yu Shaoqing."

"Um?"

Yu Lang was greatly surprised: "My lord, this matter is probably a bit difficult for me. As I just said, the only time I went there was thanks to you."

"By the way, where did you get that green license plate?"

Only after he asked that did Ren Fengjue vaguely remember.

That plaque was sent to Ren's residence by the Crown Prince. It is said that almost every important official in the court received one.

Thinking of the Crown Prince, Ren Fengjue felt a strange sensation in his heart.

"The token was given by the Crown Prince; I can't very well go to the Eastern Palace to ask for two more, can I?"

Yu Lang chuckled, knowing that this was something he had to do himself.

"Never mind then, I'll go ask about it."

No sooner had the group left Fu Lou than a carriage slowly drove in from the other end of the street.

Mu Zheng quietly stepped out of the car, but instead of going straight into the main gate, he went around and found a small door on the side.

After he knocked on the door, a fair and slender hand reached out from inside.

Thank you for your trouble.

Mu Zheng handed over a delicate white jade pendant.

The small door opened, revealing a smiling face: "Please come in with me."

Once inside, the surroundings were gloomy, with the only light coming from the lantern held by the maid who was leading the way.

Mu Zheng felt a chill run down his spine and even had a slight urge to back out.

Noticing the change in his mood, the maidservant couldn't help but ask with a smile, "Lord Mu, are you afraid?"

He heard the other party reveal his identity in one sentence.

Mu Zheng was even more startled and asked warily, "How...how did you know my identity?"

The maid replied, "My manager already knew who would come here."

"She also knows the purpose of your visit."

"If Lord Mu has the courage and can afford the 'price,' we can accomplish whatever you ask for."

Hearing this, Mu Zheng dared to continue walking with her.

I climbed the stairs step by step, and after walking for a long time, my legs started to ache.

He then saw a pavilion door.

The door to the pavilion opened by itself without anyone lifting a finger, and a fragrant breeze and swirling smoke filled the air, making it difficult to distinguish between reality and illusion for a moment.

Just as Mu Zheng was caught in a dilemma, a woman's soft voice came from inside.

"Minister Mu, please come in."