Li Ping'an and Old Ox followed the little ghost to the outside of the prison.
The little ghost pointed at the prison. The meaning was clear: the person Li Ping'an was looking for was inside.
The cell had only one small window, barely a foot above the ground.
Old Ox looked around.
"That's the place?"
The little ghost nodded.
Li Ping'an simply plopped down on the ground. So the Little Daoist was still alive for now.
Knowing that was enough.
"Aren't you going to rescue him?" the little ghost asked curiously.
Li Ping'an said, "Rescue him in broad daylight? I think I should at least wait until night."
"Oh, then I'll leave a door open for you," the little ghost said.
Li Ping'an smiled and nodded. "Thank you, then."
"I'll head back first."
"Goodbye."
Li Ping'an and Old Ox sat crouched a short distance away, seemingly finding it a little dull.
He simply closed his eyes and felt the flow of the surrounding auras.
The flow of auras in the City of a Hundred Ghosts was somewhat different from outside.
Especially here-even someone as powerful as him felt a sense of unease, as though some mysterious force was affecting him.
Li Ping'an waved his hand lightly, dispelling that mysterious sensation.
In truth, his main reason for waiting here was not to wait for darkness before making his move.
Here, there seemed to be little difference between night and day.
After all, the inhabitants here were ghosts and monsters, not normal humans.
With Yuan San's identity, standing, and strength, asking the Mangshan Ghost King for a human presumably would not take much effort.
So Li Ping'an still hoped to avoid causing trouble as much as possible.
After all, he still wanted to wander around the City of a Hundred Ghosts a