Shengjing, Evil Ghost Bureau's prison.
He Buning took the lantern from the Ghost Slave prisoner guard's hands and walked past the cells, heading to the deepest part of the Evil Ghost Bureau.
The cells on both sides were mostly empty; any Evil Ghosts captured in Shengjing and the surrounding area would eventually be sent to other states and counties for imprisonment. Beneath the Emperor's feet, no hidden dangers could be left.
In the depths of the cell, He Buning lifted the lantern, the light making the disheveled man inside, dressed in plain clothes, squint and turn his head to avoid the sudden brightness.
He was completely bound by chains, his hands encased in a black iron shell, rendering every finger immobile.
"Cough cough, little junior brother, you finally came to see me."
Mo Yan Shu didn't even open his eyes, yet he knew it was He Buning.
