After killing the Vicious Ghost.
Jiang Qiao did not enter the Gate of Ghosts immediately. Instead, he walked into the prison hidden underground.
It could also be called the Black Prison.
This prison lay directly beneath the city of the Gate of Ghosts.
It could not be entered normally.
Either the Vicious Ghost had to open it, or it had to be forcibly breached through brute force.
Rumble!
The void shattered.
A pitch-black, secluded space was revealed.
But.
As Jiang Qiao walked through the prison, disappointment appeared on his face. It was deathly silent and utterly empty.
It was a rectangular Supernatural Space.
It was not very large.
There were no cells or torture implements anywhere in the space.
It was simply empty.
Above, below, left, and right.
It looked more like a gigantic coffin.
There was no one there.
He searched the entire space.
Aside from some flakes of skin and hair left on the ground, which had no telling how many years of history behind them, he found no trace related to any living person or prisoner.
In the end.
In a corner of the space, he found a pool filled with filthy water.
Blood and grime churned.
Black Mist billowed.
Countless human faces writhed densely in the pool.
The sight was similar to countless people overlapping one another in a game.
Except.
These were not people.
They were faces.
Real faces, with their skin peeled off.
Their features were intact.
Even their eyes were not missing.
However, these human faces had long since lost their lives. Driven by the supernatural, they merely writhed and struggled instinctively.
When Jiang Qiao approached.
They were like startled fish.
They immediately sank into the depths of the pool and vanished from sight.
Jiang Qiao fell silent.
After standing there for a