Where Does the Other Shore Lie, Controlling the Whole Situation

Lin Heng noticed that something was amiss, but he did not ask. He merely wore a thoughtful expression.

Zhao Sheng quickly regained his composure and asked, "Brother Lin, how should we proceed from here?"

Lin Heng said, "I intend to seek out Old Shopkeeper Chen. Brother Zhao, why not explore the Nameless Tomb? We can act separately and exchange intelligence when we meet again."

A flicker passed through Zhao Sheng's eyes. He nodded slightly. "That was precisely my intention."

Lin Heng smiled. "Good. Let us part here. When dusk falls, we shall meet at Agarwood Tavern. How does that sound?"

"Agreed!"

Outside the Ten Kings Temple, Zhao Sheng watched Lin Heng's retreating figure, and his gaze suddenly became incomparably profound.

After the other man had completely vanished from sight, Zhao Sheng abruptly turned around and reentered the temple.

After passing through several divine halls in succession, he made another major discovery in an Oil Pot Hell Diagram.

Just as expected, an additional "Fried Ghost" had indeed appeared in this hell painting.

There was no need to say more. This Fried Ghost was most likely the Hat Guest who had died by his hand.

Zhao Sheng was utterly horrified. As he examined the Hell Beings Painting before him again, his expression could not help changing faintly.

If he had guessed correctly, every "ghost" in the painting represented an Immortal Ruins Traveler.

It could even be said that the ghostly creatures in all ten Hell Beings Paintings were Immortal Ruins Travelers who had died one by one.

More terrifying still, batch after batch of Immortal Ruins Travelers had entered Mingxi Town, yet almost no one had discovered the secret of the Hell Beings Paintings.

The next moment, a flash of insight struck Zhao Sheng's mind, and he suddenly thought of something.