Lian Qingyi
Jian He led Xie Qing to the deepest part of the city. In comparison, the houses here were more presentable, and there was less ruin.
He led the young man to a large red pavilion with six floors, from which noise emanated. Xie Qing almost coughed up his lungs when he smelled the sharp scent of tobacco and sex with his keen nose.
Well, as expected, it was a brothel. They entered, and the guards rather carelessly let them in without asking too many questions about their identities. It seemed that Jian He was not a stranger here.
The first floor was something like a strip club. Dressed in revealing underwear, or perhaps even naked, girls danced, receiving compliments and applause from the crowd.
Most of the patrons were evil spirits, as were the dancers. Although they had a more or less normal appearance, thanks to his special vision, Xie Qing saw their true form, which was simply disgusting.