The days of house arrest in the inn were like being roasted over coals every moment. Although Situ Yin had not come to provoke them again, the number of ghost soldiers watching the inn had clearly increased. The invisible pressure was like a tightening noose, constantly reminding them of the danger they were in. The laws of the underworld were strict. Once the charge of "colluding with the End and slaughtering underworld soldiers" was confirmed, no matter how great their merits were, they would not escape having their souls scattered. They would not even be given the chance to reincarnate.
"We can't just sit here and wait to die." Su Yan looked through the crack in the window at the shadowy figures keeping watch outside, his voice low but resolute. "We have to find evidence to prove our innocence. Otherwise, they'll get what they want sooner or later."
"But we can't even get out the door. How are we supposed to find evidence?" Mo Hen raked his hair in frustration. "That bastard Situ Yin must have erased every trace already."
Yun Ji, who had remained silent, suddenly spoke. "The open path has been cut off. We can only move in secret."
Bai Zhi also said softly, "Not everyone in the underworld believes Situ Yin's side of the story. Judge Cui seemed to have hinted at something before."
As if to confirm her words, after nightfall, an extremely discreet communication talisman slipped through the inn's simple ward like a fish swimming through shadows and landed soundlessly in Su Yan's hand. There were only a few words on it, written in Judge Cui Jue's distinctively ancient style: "At the third quarter of the midnight hour, behind the inn, at the abandoned Soul Guiding Well. Leave Fengdu at once and avoid the edge