In the dilapidated Wide Hall, Zheng Que sat alone at the head of the hall.
As he stared at the words "Cannot be commanded" on the Life and Death Book, his expression grew solemn.
From beginning to end, this Evil Shadow Play had never intended to obey his commands!
After returning to the real world last night, the other party had most likely run off without even thinking of coming to find him.
If it had the nerve to do that, had this Evil Shadow Play seen through something?
"There are no Eighteen Levels of Hell..."
"There are no ghost soldiers or ghost generals in this entire hall for me to command, either."
"These are all flaws in this Underworld."
"Last night, this Evil Shadow Play acted meek and obedient, trembling with fear on the surface, but was it secretly observing this Underworld the whole time?"
"Looks like ghostly beings with especially keen intelligence and formidable strength aren't so easy to fool."
As he pondered, Zheng Que shook his head slightly. He had originally planned to use Imperial Edicts to capture more powerful ghosts and make them his Ghost Servants.
But in this situation, if he really captured powerful ghosts, the more timid ones might do what the Evil Shadow Play had done: return to the real world and seize the first chance to run, wasting one of his Imperial Edicts.
And the bolder ones...
What if they started fighting him right there in the Underworld?
He slowly breathed out and looked up at the hall before him.
Though the building still retained its former, spacious scale, its broken sections, mottled patterns, damaged floor tiles, and the Grandmaster Chair with a broken leg all betrayed its decline.
Perhaps ghostly beings saw something different here from what he did.
But this