Chen Jiuge's position should be at the very center of the private room, facing a dark red door, but most of the door was blocked by the barmaid, making it hard to see clearly.
Beyond the door, apart from the barmaid's spot, everything else was pitch black, only the vague outlines of sculptures of various sizes could be made out on either side.
In front of him was a small purple table, neither wood nor metal, but with a texture somewhat like jade, giving Chen Jiuge the impression that the table was alive.
Two bronze goblets stood prominently on the table, but their bases seemed unnaturally red, and after a few glances, Chen Jiuge almost thought they might bleed.
Behind him, it was eerily dark, nothing visible, but instinctively, Chen Jiuge felt something alive was there.
Touching the goosebumps on his skin that had unknowingly appeared, Chen Jiuge gave a bitter smile: "Hei Mu, this doesn't seem as safe as you said, it feels even more dangerous than offering sacrifices to heaven."
