The argument lasted only a few seconds. Perhaps once their terror of the unfamiliar surroundings had slightly subsided, they finally remembered that sentence—"Slaves, identify the evil ghost hidden among you and expose its identity before everyone."
In an instant, every stray thought vanished. The clamor and chaos turned into suspicious silence.
No one remained on the same wavelength or the same side as anyone else. Every voice they heard became an object of suspicion, potentially belonging to that hidden evil ghost.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
At that moment, the sound of wind splitting suddenly rang out. Torches lit up out of nowhere outside the prison cells.
The scorching, yellowish firelight fully exposed the prison that had previously been pitch-black, allowing everyone clinging to the iron bars to clearly see the faces in the cells opposite them.
At the exact center of the ring formed by the cells stood a raised platform.
On that platform, which was only about two square meters in size, a vertical cage was fastened to the stone steps.
It was clearly another small prison cell, except what it held was no longer a person, but a ghost.
The ghost was naked, its face concealed by long hair. Dark gray skin clung to its withered skeleton, every layer of bone structure distinct beneath it. Its two long, thin hands gripped the steel bars of the cage.
The Seven People were silent as cicadas in the brightly lit stone prison, staring at the Withered Ghost.
While the employees observed the ghost, it continuously scrutinized the employees within the seven cells.
It crouched there, its face mostly hidden behind its long hair, though two Ghost Eyes flickering with red Eerie Glow could vaguely be seen through the gaps in its hair.
Those Ghost Eyes slowly and intently swept over the