Ghost King Hall.
The eerie and strange hall towered one hundred feet high, magnificent and grand. The outer corridor was adorned with statues of various ghosts and gods. Some glared angrily, some meditated with closed eyes, some smiled while pinching a flower, and others had kind, benevolent faces. Suddenly, they began to wriggle, their eyes turning to eerily size up the visiting distinguished guests.
At the center of the main hall, on a throne forged from forty-nine iron swords, the Faceless Ghost King commanded. One by one, beautifully adorned female ghosts carried in dishes and wine, moving in a line. The female ghosts giggled like silver bells, twisting their waists as their dainty Jade Feet stepped onto a soft, smooth carpet. After laying out the banquet in two rows, they did not withdraw but instead served at the small tables nearby.
"Fellow Daoist Chu, please." The Faceless Ghost King pointed to the seat on the left with the utmost etiquette.
