The auction house was located on the third floor of the Ghost Tower. It looked just as wretched as the first and second floor.2

There was a shabby old platform at the center surrounded by square tables and round chairs. It was practically the same setup as some theaters except that the walls were cracked and broken, the curtains and other fabrics were stained by blood, and even the floors creaked ominously when someone put their weight on the wrong plank. It was rundown and eerie.0

A fair number of people had already gathered on the third floor. To Ye Qing’s surprise, not only was their appearance fully masked—to his eyes and demonic thought, they were like everchanging blobs of something—he couldn’t even tell if they were weak or strong. It was as if they existed in a separate spacetime.0

Ghost Six spoke up as if he could hear Ye Qing’s thoughts, “Don’t worry, dear customer. We value customer privacy very much. Your identity is fully protected throughout the bidding process, and once you are done, you may teleport away directly. Rest assured that you are never in danger.”0

“That is a good setup.” Ye Qing nodded in approval.0

“Please take a seat wherever you like. I shall be taking my leave...0