Zhang Qing, who suffered from the Pendulum Clock curse, and Wan Tong carried the pale severed head of Liu Baimu past the eerie steps and opened the rusty iron door to enter an unknown room.
Rather than calling it a room, it was more like a peculiar place.
A silent, dimly-lit corridor.
Along both sides of the corridor were rusty iron bars, and these iron bars were separated from each other, forming individual small rooms.
It looked like... a prison.
"How can there be a prison in this ancient mansion?" There was surprise in Zhang Qing's eyes.
"I've never heard of a prison inside the mansion before. This is a strange place that has not been discovered by anyone. And judging from the size of this place, it seems to be even larger than the entire mansion," the ghost master named Wan Tong observed with puzzlement.
Of course, he was not the only one with such doubts.
