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 somewhat 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 instruments in front of him, hung a dozen white ghosts.
They were prisoners who died here.
Terrorized by the whip of the Ghost Prisoner, they seemed unaware that they were already dead.
Some knelt on the ground begging for mercy, while others leaned against the instruments, letting the hooks scrape across them, their faces twisted in pain.
