The Third Young Master glanced around curiously.
He touched the back of his neck.
"Why does it feel like an eerie wind just passed by?"
It seems this place is sowhat sinister.
The Third Young Master decided to quickly move forward, find Fang Wushen, and leave without delay.
Bai Zhi’er watched her brother walk ahead.
She followed the trail of the Ghost Prisoner’s aura and passed through the walls.
Until she reached the innermost part of the dungeon.
The scene before her made Bai Zhi’er pause in surprise.
The Ghost Prisoner, who had just fled, raised his whip and glared sternly ahead.
On the torture instrunts in front of him, hung a dozen white ghosts.
They were prisoners who died here.
Terrorized by the whip of the Ghost Prisoner, they seed unaware that they were already dead.
So knelt on the ground begging for rcy, while others leaned against the instrunts, letting the hooks scrape across them, their faces twisted in pain.
They seed to still be enduring the punishnts from their lifetis.
Perhaps sensing the presence of another, they all lifted their heads to look at Bai Zhi’er.
The whip raised in the Ghost Prisoner’s hand did not fall for a long ti.
He turned to see Bai Zhi’er and shouted furiously.
"This is the Xing Sect prison, no outsiders are allowed, get out!"
Xing Sect?
Bai Zhi’er frowned montarily.
This was a type of prison na from the forr dynasty, imprisoning the families of so criminals.
The laws of the forr dynasty stated that if a criminal refused to confess, their closest family would be captured and held in a special prison.
So criminals, worried about their family’s safety, would hurriedly confess the truth.
Once the case was confird, their families would be released.
For this reason, the location of the Xing Sect prison was often concealed.
To prevent others from rescuing the prisoners’ families.
But observing the current situation, Bai Zhi’er feared this Xing Sect prison was forgotten when the forr dynasty fell.
So those ghosts hanging on the torture instrunts were innocent people in life.
They died without being released.
Bai Zhi’er sighed softly.
She looked at the Ghost Prisoner: "Beichen has been destroyed, this Xing Sect prison had long been abandoned. You are all dead."
The souls in front of her trembled.
Their eyes were vacant and confused.
"We’re dead?"
"Impossible, if I am dead, why do I still feel pain?"
Bai Zhi’er looked at them with so pity.
"Before you died, you all harbored an obsession that prevented you from leaving the prison, thus becoming earthbound spirits."
"You can only repeat past events and won’t rember you are already dead."
The Ghost Prisoner was convinced Bai Zhi’er was speaking nonsense.
He roared angrily, "Impossible! If Beichen has fallen, how co Lord Inspector has not co to tell !"
"You’re lying! You must be a spy trying to secretly release the prisoners’ families!"
The Ghost Prisoner raised his whip and swung it toward Bai Zhi’er.
Bai Zhi’er reached out and grabbed it forcefully.
The whip, not a real object, shattered and dissipated naturally when it touched Bai Zhi’er’s mana.
The Ghost Prisoner looked on in shock as the whip turned into a pile of sand, slipping through his fingers.
Bai Zhi’er ford a seal with her hands, opening the ghostly gates of hell.
A Ghost Gate appeared out of thin air, from which darkness flowed endlessly.
"Beichen has been in ruins for over a decade, your families likely are no longer on this earth. Humans and ghosts have different paths; hell is where you should go next."
Swayed by an unknown force, those ghosts hanging on the torture instrunts, as if unable to co down, drifted one by one toward the Ghost Gate.
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