Before long, the spirit ghosts searching the area found all kinds of magical artifacts used by Ghost Gods: account books, brushes and ink, even Command Tokens.
Each carried a faint spiritual glow, some white, some red. One glance was enough to tell they were no ordinary objects. Clearly, they had once been used to hear cases in the main hall.
Soon, even more magical artifacts turned up: all manner of objects used by the Ghost Gods of the Twenty-Four Offices within the City God Underworld Office. The Case Files and everything else had been preserved intact.
Most importantly, the seals of authority belonging to the Underworld Office Registrars were all stored in rooms around the main hall.
The Ghost Gods of the Netherworld Office must have deliberately preserved them before the Divine Way collapsed and they fell into slumber. This hall had probably never been opened since.
Unfortunately, no matter where they looked, the most important object of all—the City God Seal—was nowhere to be found!
Tang Changsheng was pondering this when he came back to himself and noticed that every Ghost General and spirit ghost under his command was watching him with eager eyes. Puzzled at first, he soon understood.
They were staring at the twenty-four seals of authority in his hands. They all wanted to become Ghost Gods.
"The City God Seal isn't here," Tang Changsheng said flatly. "Whatever you're hoping for, it won't happen!"
The spirit ghosts visibly deflated. Without the Seal of Authority of the City God Underworld Office, there was no way to appoint the Ghost Gods beneath him.
"Search! Find the City God Seal!"
This time, Tang Changsheng did not need to give an order. Every spirit ghost threw itself into the search.
Tang Changsheng remained seated in the vast, deep main hall, its