Cooperation Between Both Sides

While Lin'an City remained abuzz with shock and excitement, the Demon Suppression Division was as it always was.

Here, the chill had remained unchanged for ten thousand years. Resentful and baleful energy permeated every corner, forcing the Division's people to take turns rotating out at regular intervals.

They had to dispel the resentful and baleful energy clinging to their bodies. Otherwise, at best they would suffer Qi Deviation; at worst, they would die suddenly.

Yet there was one kind of person in the Demon Suppression Division who was exempt.

They were the Division's menial laborers.

They were called laborers, but they were actually prisoners—thrown into the Demon Suppression Division for hard labor, fed chaff and coarse vegetables every day. Occasionally, they could go up to the surface to air out the lice on their bodies and drive away the yin and evil energy clinging to them, but they would never see the day they left the Demon Suppression Division.

If they were unfortunate enough to die, they became rations for demons and monsters, and someone would soon take their place.

The Great Jing Kingdom never lacked people.

And if it did not lack people, it certainly did not lack prisoners.

Within a cold, damp passageway, Fahai and Wu De pushed a squeaking Corpse Transport Cart to an abandoned corridor.

There was no path ahead. Or rather, it was not that there was no path—the way was blocked by several planks nailed together every which way.

There were no markings on them, no words or patterns of any kind.

Nor was there any need for such things.

A few planks barring the way meant that living people were to keep out.

As for why living people were to keep out, no one would explain it to you. Yet this was the