Chapter 1794

In District Three stood the one and only bookstore in the Demon District. The owner was a ghost and the only one allowed to do business freely there. Shannon pushed the door open and stepped inside. The lighting was dim, and the three-story high walls were lined with shelves packed with various books. The air was thick with the scent of ink, but not the usual oily ink smell of printed books. Her gaze shifted, and she soon noticed a head poking out from between the gaps in the second-floor bookshelf. In no time, a man dressed in scholarly attire emerged fully from the gap in the bookshelf. The dark circles under his eyes were strikingly obvious. Unlike ordinary ghosts, there was no visible ghastly energy around him. Instead, a faint golden light surrounded him—a true golden meritorious halo. Seeing a guest had arrived, the male ghost immediately floated down from the bookshelf above, landing gracefully in front of Shannon. He stood still and gave her a slight nod, a gesture of resp