Prison Cell and Wooden Chair

"Imprisoning Evil Spirits isn't easy."

"The gaps between these bars are so wide that forget about containing ghosts—even a normal-sized adult couldn't be kept inside."

Jiang Qiao examined a cell beside him.

The iron bars blocking the inside from the outside were quite thick, but the gaps between them were extremely wide, at least a dozen centimeters!

With gaps that wide, even an adult could squeeze out sideways.

Let alone a Vicious Ghost.

"A prison cage this perfunctory would probably have to rely on supernatural power to keep prisoners locked up."

"The cell is merely a form. Even without bars, as long as the supernatural power inside remains, the imprisoned inmate will find it difficult to leave."

Jiang Qiao followed the passage deeper inside.

The farther he went, the stronger the stench in the air became.

The smell was a mixture of sourness, decay, dampness, and mold, making him want to cover his nose.

Oil lamps hung from the low ceiling at regular intervals. Their dim, yellow light shone over the gloomy corridor. Instead of adding warmth, it made the place even more terrifying.

"Tap! Tap! Tap!"

"Tap! Tap! Tap!"

Only Jiang Qiao's footsteps echoed through the silent passage, making the atmosphere feel oppressive.

But that didn't mean he was truly alone here.

Inside the cell on the left that he had just passed, a blackened, withered arm covered in countless wounds hung quietly to the floor, completely motionless. Its inner side was hidden in darkness, making it impossible to see anything else.

But it was easy to imagine that there was probably a bed inside, with a cold corpse lying on it.

"I can't sense any Supernatural Aura. There should be some kind of barrier in this cell that isolates perception. This isolation also prevents the Evil Spirit inside