The world has turned into Hell's Game, why should I stay human? Chapter 450: Got ganked again, perfect attendance, don’t sub

"Sir, this is the Hundred Ghosts Bathhouse."

Niu Daji had been leading Liu Zheng for quite so ti before they finally arrived at their destination.

As the foremost among the top ten bathhouses on Bathhouse Street, and also the one with the longest history, Hundred Ghosts Bathhouse was not located in the center of Bathhouse Street, but was instead built on a large plot of land to the east of the street.

Even so, the comings and goings of sedans and rickshaws were still endless, and the lights were even on during the broad daylight.

"Quite impressive."

Liu Zheng comnted as he looked at the Hundred Ghosts Bathhouse in the distance.

It was a building with layer upon layer of structure; the largest at the bottom and progressively smaller towards the top.

At the very top, there was only a lookout tower the size of a toilet left.

The building material looked like pure wood, with protruding triangular structures around it painted in gold, the main walls coated in red, and the eaves covered in green tiles.

Because the paint was extrely old, it had started to peel and stain, but this made the combination of gold, red, and green not ostentatious but instead conveyed a feeling of noble grandeur.

It must be said that the designer of this building was truly a master of aesthetics.

Liu Zheng admired the Hundred Ghosts Bathhouse for a mont longer and felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity; it seed he had seen similar architecture in many animations.

"The doctor will be coming later as well. You guys just wait nearby and be ready to back us up at any ti."

He instructed.

"Alright."

Niu Daji quickly responded.

"By the way, won’t your family get retaliated against for helping against Granny Tang?"

Liu Zheng suddenly rembered to ask.

"Don’t worry, sir. I’ve already severed ties with my family. As long as my family doesn’t help , even Granny Tang can’t lay hands on my family mbers."

Niu Daji said, touched.

These days, there are too few bosses who think of the families of their subordinates.

"Is that so? What kind of powerful person has your family’s ancestors befriended exactly?"

He asked, a bit curious.

"I don’t know, sir. It seems that from a certain generation onwards, we’ve been forbidden to ntion that person’s na, and afterwards, we completely lost track of it,"

"But every few years, our family would receive a notice, and then soone would co to check on our situation."

Niu Daji scratched his head as he said this.

"Checking on the situation..."

Liu Zheng wore a strange expression.

If this were in reality, it would sound quite normal.

But in tropolis, it all seed like a farr counting his herd of cows.

"Sir, what’s the matter?"

Niu Daji asked, puzzled.

"It’s nothing. Alright, I’m off now."

Liu Zheng shook his head and headed towards the Hundred Ghosts Bathhouse.

On his way there, he attracted countless gazes.

After all, while the other custors either took a sedan or a carriage, he was the only one walking.

The sticky gazes that ca through the sedan curtains licked at Liu Zheng’s perception like the tongues of predators, making him extrely uncomfortable.

Instinct told him that he could sever these perceptions with a touch of murderous aura.

But that would create too much disturbance, not conducive to Liu Zheng’s actions to follow.

So for now, he could only endure it.

"Look all you want, I’ll deal with you after my business is taken care of."

Liu Zheng thought nacingly.

He arrived at the entrance of the Hundred Ghosts Bathhouse, but did not go in. Instead, he went directly to the back of the bathhouse.

Behind the bathhouse was a red wall, and after a careful search, he found a small door the size of a palm in a corner.

Liu Zheng squatted down and knocked on the door.

"Who’s there? What do you want?"

A muffled voice ca from inside.

"Hello, I’m Elder Qing’s nephew. He asked to co find him."

Liu Zheng replied.

Elder Qing refers to a tile combination in Fusang Mahjong, indicating a hand consisting only of terminal tiles such as one, nine of characters, dots, and bamboo, known as "Elder" tiles.

Each employee at the Hundred Ghosts Bathhouse would have a code na related to Fusang Mahjong, which serves as their na within the bathhouse.

After they resign or die, the code nas would be retracted, passed on to soone else.

"Elder Qing? Oh yes, he did tell about this. But how can you prove that you are Elder Qing’s nephew?"

The person inside asked, dragging the tone.

"My uncle said, this can prove it."

Liu Zheng took out so extrely rare tiles and waved them in front of the small door.

"Hmm, not bad, you really are Elder Qing’s nephew."

The person inside imdiately spoke.

Following that, the small door opened. A bird’s claw stretched out from inside, grabbed the top of the small door and lifted it upwards, causing the door to expand from a mouse hole to a human-height small door.

"Alright, co on in."

The bird’s claw gestured him inside.

"Alright."

Liu Zheng bent down and squeezed through the small door with so difficulty.

Once inside, he was in a long and narrow corridor, with rooms separated by paper sliding doors (shoji) on both sides.

"Don’t look around carelessly, or you might lose your eyes."

A voice interrupted his peeking.

"Sorry, it’s my first ti here; I’m not familiar with the rules."

Liu Zheng withdrew his gaze, bowed his head to apologize, and then offered the banknotes.

"Hmm, your attitude is alright. Later on have your uncle teach you the rules properly. Our bathhouse is big business with many rules. If you break a taboo, not just you, but your uncle will also suffer the consequences."

The short man with bird claws and feet accepted the banknotes, checked the denomination, and then satisfactorily stuffed them into his fundoshi.

"Senior, may I ask if this is our bathhouse’s uniform?"