Chapter Forty: The Ghost Prison’s Autumn Sound

The ghost prison was filled with the mournful sound of wind. It wasn’t an ordinary wind, but rather the cries of resentful souls trapped within, their voices carried on the breeze.

Suddenly, a voice rang out from within the prison.

“Zuo Wuyou! You said you wanted to see me. What do you want?”

Zuo Wuyou replied,

“I want to kill you.”

“Kill me?” The voice from within scoffed. “You overestimate yourself. Do you think you can truly kill me?”

“I will,” Zuo Wuyou stated firmly. “No matter what it takes, I will kill you.”

“Then come in,” the voice challenged. “Let’s see if you have the ability to back up your words.”

Zuo Wuyou hesitated for a moment, then stepped forward, entering the chilling depths of the ghost prison.