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Just as Tang Changsheng's heart went cold with fear, the token in his hand flashed. The Divine Beast sensed it and withdrew its gaze.
That's Bian... If Tang Changsheng had not been in Divine Soul form, cold sweat would have poured down his back.
Bian was a legendary Divine Beast, one of the dragon's nine sons and the traditional Guardian God of prisons. He had never imagined that this Ghost Prison enshrined the Divine Beast as well.
Fortunately, he had fooled it. If he had not, he and Fang Xin together would hardly have made a mouthful for the Divine Beast!
These Ghost Messengers truly had nerve!
While Tang Changsheng was still distracted, Fang Xin pulled him into the Ghost Prison. He had no time to look closely, but every part of the building felt cramped and oppressive.
Several Ghost Soldiers came forward, noses in the air. "This is a restricted area of the Ghost Prison. Don't wander around or look where you shouldn't. If anything goes wrong, not even an Immortal can save you!"
They showed no courtesy at all and plainly thought nothing of Fang Xin's position as Patrol Inspector of Whitewater Creek.
Fang Xin was embarrassed to lose face in front of Tang Changsheng, but he could only smile appeasingly and murmur his agreement. Gripping Tang Changsheng's arm, he followed the two guards.
The Ghost Prison was vast, yet its buildings loomed high and its passageways were narrow. With the gloomy mist added to it all, walking through the place brought an indescribable sense of oppression.
Tang Changsheng and Fang Xin were led into a room, where a prison guard captain stood coldly, a layer