Chaoge had placed the Exorcism Office in a prison near Nuwa Palace.
The prison stood apart from the government offices. It had previously housed slaves who had committed crimes, and its sealed interior extended three levels underground, enough to prevent the statues from going out of control.
Yang He tucked the sleeping black cat into his robes and followed Daoist Priest Qingfeng toward the prison.
"How is Madam Yin now?"
"After Immortal Venerable Taiyi examined her, Madam Yin woke up not long ago, but..."
"But what?"
Daoist Priest Qingfeng hesitated before saying, "The room Madam Yin is staying in is extremely heavy with yin energy, and from time to time, there are sounds of a child babbling."
Yang He's eye twitched. It was indeed Nezha's senior brother.
Madam Yin had not even been pregnant for half a year. It seemed Nezha had already developed intelligence. It was hard to imagine what he would become after another two years.
"Senior brother, it's right ahead."
The two followed the courtyard wall of Nuwa Palace and passed more than a dozen restored halls.
Before they even reached the prison, Yang He felt the yin energy rushing toward him. At the same time, he noticed twenty to thirty corpses covered in burlap.
All the corpses were slaves, and they had died like centenarians whose lifespan had run dry.
Ten soldiers waited anxiously before the entrance, while Mingshan Mingshui stood nearby with terror written across their faces.
Yang He stiffened.
Noticing Yang He's unusual reaction, Daoist Priest Qingfeng nervously asked, "Senior brother, what is it?"
Grandmaster Taiyi had vanished after flicking his sleeve, and Yang He seemed to possess an immortal body that would not stiffen after death. All the pressure now rested on Daoist Priest Qingfeng's shoulders.
"It's nothing."
Yang He gave a hollow