At that moment, a few Level 5 Gu who still had their sanity seemed restless, but seeing Yang Zhaodi and Wan Yong, the two Level 5 Contracted, they ultimately did not make a move.
"Thank you, I can handle myself." Mu Rufeng smiled in thanks and then stepped onto the staircase.
Mu Rufeng made his way to the sixth-floor food hall but didn't enter and continued upwards.
When Mu Rufeng arrived at the Level 7 food hall, he discovered that the layout had changed anew.
There were no longer round tables but individual booths, each with a black pipe above.
Moreover, there were only raw and cooked meats available. Whatever type one desired would fall from the black pipe onto the table.
Sniffing the meaty scent in the air, Mu Rufeng, for some reason, swallowed his saliva.
Mu Rufeng glanced around, there were a total of five patrons, all Level 7 Ghost Generals.
Three of them were dressed appropriately, seated around a table, enjoying a lavish Western meal, even with red wine.
