Zhang Qing and Wan Tong, both afflicted by the pendulum clock's curse, carried Liu Baimu's ghastly pale head down the strange steps, opened the rusted iron door, and entered an unknown room.
Rather than a room, it was more like another peculiar place.
A quiet, dim corridor.
Both sides of the corridor were lined with rusted iron bars. The bars divided the space into separate small rooms.
It looked like... a prison.
"Why would there be a prison inside this old house?" Zhang Qing's eyes showed his astonishment.
"There were never any rumors of a prison inside the old house. This is a strange place that no one has discovered before, and judging by its size, it seems even larger than the entire old house." The Ghost Tamer called Wan Tong looked around, deeply puzzled.
Of course, he was not the only one with such doubts.
Liu Baimu, reduced to nothing but a head, was in terrible condition. He often closed his eyes as if about to fall asleep, but whenever he heard movement, he immediately opened them again and surveyed his surroundings.
Liu Baimu's pale face shifted slightly. "This is a hidden chamber within another hidden chamber. It is extremely well concealed. The owner who built this old house definitely did not want this place to be found, so these cells were not meant to imprison people. They should have been meant to imprison fierce ghosts."
"This is a prison specifically for holding fierce ghosts."
"A prison for fierce ghosts? How is that possible? There's no gold and no Supernatural Item suppressing them. How could this sort of prison possibly hold a ghost?" Zhang Qing felt that Liu Baimu's theory was completely unreasonable.
"I think this used to be a prison for living people. Maybe some shameful secret experiments