Hanging at each of their waists was a black token similar to the Nether Order.
Li Yunjing's gaze grew more and more grave.
"Those tokens at the waists of these ghost officials..."
Li Yunjing's eyes fell on those black tokens, his pupils contracting slightly.
The design of those tokens was extremely similar to the "Nether Order," except that what was carved on them was not ghostly script, but the three words "Samsara Bureau."
"What are you staring at? A living man dares to pry into the official business of the 'Samsara Bureau'?"
A ghost official three zhang tall noticed Li Yunjing's gaze. The iron chain in his hand lashed out with a clatter, and the dead souls bound to the chain shuddered in agony.
"Don't provoke them. They're all Soul-Snatching Envoys under 'Black Impermanence.' Though they're only the lowest-ranked ghost officials, they can still mobilize the Nether Soldiers inside the City of Wrongful Deaths."
The black shadow hurriedly tugged at Li Yunjing's sleeve and lowered his voice.
Li Yunjing withdrew his gaze, but doubts sprang up in his heart like tangled vines.
Why was the "Nether Order" of the "Nether Ghost Sect" so similar to the token of the "Samsara Bureau"?
Could it be that the "Nether Ghost Sect" had some unknown connection to the "Samsara Bureau" of the "Nine Nether Realm"?
The two of them crept forward along the base of the city wall, doing their best to avoid the patrolling ghost officials.
The streets of the "City of Wrongful Deaths" were paved with blue-black stone slabs. The slabs were densely carved with runes, and from time to time, eerie green ghostfire seeped out from the cracks between them.
On both sides of the street stood houses built from black stone. Ghastly white light seeped from their windows, and