The prison was deep.
The farther they went, the stranger the evil entities they encountered became. The rotten wooden bars had been replaced by rust-covered iron bars, seemingly hinting that whatever was imprisoned here was not to be trifled with.
Some cells contained a square, old-fashioned wooden table.
It looked like it had been there for quite some time.
It should be a Supernatural Item.
Everything remained normal as they passed by it. But after they walked past the cell and had their backs to it, a lively noise came from behind them, as if people were chatting at a gathering.
The voices entered their ears clearly.
"Master Wang from the southern part of the city was nailed to the city wall with a Coffin nail. He died horribly."
"Second Ma fell into a new grave while gathering firewood up the mountain and became a replacement."
"There's trouble with evil spirits in the river outside the city again."
"In broad daylight, some fishermen saw a group of people in prison uniforms, chained together, walking along the riverbed, as if they were escorting prisoners. But there were also people in red robes before and behind the prisoners, playing music and beating drums. It looked like a wedding procession."
"..."
However.
When the conversation caught your attention and you pricked up your ears to listen carefully,
the voices would become blurred again.
You would grow somewhat anxious.
And somewhat curious.
You would desperately want to know what they were talking about next, becoming increasingly absorbed by them and even ignoring the changes in your surroundings. Then, you would hear the clear sound of conversation once more:
"There was a person..."
"In an ancient prison, there was clearly no one around, but he heard someone telling a story."
"Prisons are such places of