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Blood dripped onto the water, with a clear echo.

The murky, foul water, tinged with a sickly green, was disturbed by tiny, wispy shadows that gathered instantly, devouring the drop of blood, then vanished as quickly as they had appeared.

A scaffold, half-submerged in the water, was weathered and worn, bearing the marks of many years. If you listened carefully, you could almost hear the faint echoes of cries. The tormented souls it had once tortured had imbued it with a new power, adding to its capacity for torment.

On the gallows hung a figure whose face was no longer discernible, drooping like a piece of rotting flesh infested with maggots.

Until a certain moment, the stone barred gate above creaked open, its rough hinges groaning. The scaffold slowly ascended from the pitch-black water prison to the dimly lit dungeon.

In all senses, this can be considered "a raise in housing prices".

This dungeon's construction was also quite peculiar, with solid walls on all sides that completely blocked out any sound from the outside world. Only in the very center of the ceiling was there a single hole, an inch thick, through which a faint ray of sunlight poured down. In the dim environment, this light seemed particularly hazy… like freedom and hope just out of reach.

This single ray of light was naturally unable to contend with the darkness, so in fact there was still a wall lamp in the dungeon—in a shrine-like niche, there was a small, orange porcelain bowl. A white wick, like a slender maiden, stood in the middle of half a bowl of oil. It emitted a light as dim as a bean.

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“Do I need to introduce myself” a voice suddenly echoed from the dungeon.

After the sound arose, the person in the shadow seemed to exist concretely.

This was an extremely thin old man with deep wrinkles on his face. His hair was white and withered, simply pinned together with a black ebony hairpin. His figure was slightly hunched, but his eyes were bright, and his voice was very clear, giving him a sense of order.

He was dressed in an ordinary charcoal gray tunic, the sleeves simply rolled up to reveal a pair of thin and clean hands. His fingers were long and possessed a sharp, blade-like edge.

He seemed to have always been there, but you couldn't tell when he arrived.

This sound was like a switch, awakening this cell.

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On the gallows, in that heap of rotting flesh, a pair of shaky eyes were finally squeezed out, slowly gathering their scattered light. Only at this moment did this poor prisoner reveal even a semblance of humanity.

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His lower body was swollen and white from being soaked in sewage, while his upper body bore crisscrossing scars that intertwined, making it impossible to tell what instrument had inflicted them.

His face was ashen, and he spoke with difficulty: "Sang... Sang Xian Shou!"

“After so many years of not going out, I thought that young people today wouldn't know me anymore. Now that you know me...” Sang Xian held his hands together, and said with some relief: “That’s good then.”

The prisoner's eyes rolled, his gaze wandering around the room, lingering slightly on the flickering oil lamp.

He naturally recognized corpse oil.

Some painfully asked: "Master Sang, how can there be a rule in this world that arrests people and immediately punishes them without even questioning them And you've been punishing me for so many days! Why don't you interrogate me first! What if I confess"

Sangshen Shou shook his head. "The 'Hell's Gate Unbarred' sect has been making quite a name for themselves these past few years. Old man I've heard tell that the Top Ten Yama Kings are all ruthless killers, each a fearsome character. Without some tricks up my sleeve, there's no way I could get anything out of you."

The prisoner, recovering a bit of his strength, shouted angrily, "That's prejudice! You haven't even tried to tempt me, how do you know it won't work"

"That's too much trouble," Sang Xian Shou smiled as he took out a file, flipping through it. "Wang, the coroner of the Fourth Hall, elder of the Underworld Without Gates, right How many identities do you have now Please confirm for me."

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Faced with such excessive demands, of course the official Wang would choose to comply and readily reported several names: "Qin Guangwang Yin Guan, a person from the 27th city of You Guo Xia Cheng! Zhuan Lun Wang She Di Sheng, a rune genius who defected from Ju Cheng ten years ago! Song Emperor Kuang Yu Xin, the former Taiwei of Qu Guo! City God -"

"Shh…" Sang Xianshou stopped him with a smile. "Don't rush to answer, I'll torture you."

His tone was so calm, as if this wasn't a threat at all.

The coroner, Wang Guigui, obediently closed his mouth.

"Xuan Guo Zhang Jiefu, seventeen years ago killed Chai Cheng Taishou Tong Yujiang and exterminated his entire family to avenge his family. After that, he disappeared. Wo Guo Tan Du Xuan, born with a thirst for human blood, cried when he drank milk and rejoiced when he drank blood. His father thought it was an ominous sign and poured poison into him, leaving him in a mass grave. Sixteen years later, he returned, killing his mother and father, and annihilating the Tan clan." Sang Xian Shou closed the case file: "Which one of you"

The coroner, Wang, raised his head dejectedly and pondered: “Do their strengths manifest similarly to mine”

"Sang Xian Shou is also very patient: 'There are quite a few similarities, and the supernatural powers displayed also have the possibility of growing closer to you... Moreover, apart from strength, there are overlapping spaces in life trajectories as well.'"

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The coroner Wang, though weary, smiled with a hint of pride: “But they aren’t me.”

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Sang Xian Shou looked at him carefully: "Then it seems that this face of yours is truly your original appearance now."

The coroner, Wang, sighed heavily: “Over the past month, I've changed twenty-seven bodies, and you all found each one. I have no more to change. I'm desperate...There are so many Yama Kings in Hell, and I'm confident I'm not the slowest runner. Why are you chasing me so relentlessly”

"Guess" Sang Xian Shou asked with a smile.

The magistrate Wang sighed, “I bet you’ve caught a few more Yama Kings, but haven't gotten any information. Understand that they are just interchangeable blades... I can only seize the big fish and let the small ones go. Just focus on me, an elder of this organization.”

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"You guessed it," Sang Xian Shou admitted readily. "I caught your Song Emperor and Turning King."

"Are they still alive" Wang, the coroner, asked.

"You still care about your colleagues, they don't care about you," Sang Xian Shou said with a smile. "There's still some Mohist intel to squeeze out of She Di Sheng... Kuang Yu Xin is useless."

"Alas!" said Officer Wang, the coroner, with a heavy sigh. "I hope Emperor Song will have a complete corpse."

“His body…is still mostly intact, I'd say.” Sang Xian Shou muttered, stroking his chin.

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“May I ask where he is buried” Officer Wang inquired with concern, “If there’s a chance, I would like to pay my respects.”

"I doubt you'll have that many chances," Sang Xian Shou laughed again.

"Well said," Officer Wang Mingming, though weak to the bone, grew increasingly spirited: "Whether there's a chance depends entirely on you."

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Sang Xian Shou Dao: "It also depends on whether you can grasp it."

"As a traveling coroner named Wang, I rely on my sharp eyes and quick hands. Coroner Wang fawned, “If you could loosen the bindings just a bit and let me rest for a moment, I could grip more firmly.”

Sang Xian Shou neither confirmed nor denied. He calmly said, “Since you are not Zhang Jiefu, nor Tan Du Xuan, then you must be Cui Di, the son of the county magistrate of Huai Cheng in Zhongshan.”

The coroner Wang was taken aback for a moment, then finally stretched his mouth wide, revealing a mouthful of bloody teeth, and said with a creepy smile, "The Central Heavenly Prison truly lives up to its name. As does Sang Xian Shou's reputation!"

"I find this rather strange, though." Sang Xiandou pondered. "You come from a happy and harmonious family, your parents are loving, and you've never lacked for food or clothing. Your elder brother is kind-hearted, your younger brother is filial and well-behaved. You also have a sister who is obedient and sweet, and she has married well... How could you be like this"

When it comes to the family of Officer Wang, they are truly pure and harmless. There is no threat from them at all. As for someone like Officer Wang, there's really no need to expect him to have any attachments.

"Why can't I be this way" Officer Wang sounded strange: "Does a person have to go through pain, have some tragic past, in order to qualify as a bad person Can't I just be born bad Actually, I don't think I'm bad. I just have some more niche hobbies...what's the fundamental difference between slaughtering cattle and sheep and killing people"

"I'm growing to admire you more and more." Sang Xian Shou smiled brightly.

"Thank you for your recognition! Is there a suitable position in the Central Prison for me I am hardworking and enduring, capable of any dirty or tiring work." Officer Wang, despite his injuries, immediately vied for the position.

“No need to rush.” Sang Xian Shou smiled faintly. “First, help me find King Qin Guang.”

The officer Wang still wanted to talk about the conditions: "I travel the world, relying on the two words 'faith and righteousness'. The Hell's Gate that I built with King Qin Guang is a friendship spanning many years..."

Sangshen Shou turned and walked into the shadow.

"What morality is there in dealing with someone so wicked" the official Wang exclaimed loudly. "Sir Sang, you are unaware that I am responsible for all long-distance communication between Hell's Gate and Yama! With my secret art, he will respond immediately! Then, following the trail, will it not become clear as day"

Sang Xian Shou walked back and said, "You wouldn't lie to me, would you"

“I, Cui Di, am loyal to you and would be willing to serve as a prison guard in the central Heavenly Prison!” The coroner, Wang Xin, swore solemnly: “Don’t say anything else, Sir Sang. Just look at my performance! I swear to heaven that I will definitely help you eliminate this poisonous tumor of ‘Hell’s Gate’!”

Sang Xian Shou raised his chin.

Eight black, rusty nails, each four inches long, slowly withdrew from Wang the coroner's body. The iron chains that had bound his flesh and blood like a serpent writhed and loosened. The scarred execution frame creaked as its shackles released, emitting a mournful groan, as if some souls were set free...Wang the coroner, like a puddle of mud, simply slid to the ground.

Sang Xian Shou stood quietly, not urging.

The officer Wang was also very aware of himself. He struggled to regain some breath, and immediately climbed up, tremblingly dipping his own blood and drawing talismans on the ground.

"Need any help" Sang Xian Shou crouched down and asked.

"No need, I can handle it." Wang, the coroner, strained a smile. "My lord, I'm quite capable."

"Can you get in touch with King Biancheng" Sang Xianshou nodded slightly, as if in approval, his tone light and gentle: "I heard from Emperor Song that King Biancheng has also come out this time. This person is very mysterious. Has he made a move"

“I’m not sure, Ji Zhenren’s divine might is unmatched, I was killed early——” The clerk Wang hurriedly added: “All the Yan Luo are directly connected to Qin Guangwang. As long as we catch Qin Guangwang, no one can escape!”

The coroner, Wang, dragging his nearly lifeless body, quickly finished sketching the teleportation array. Such spirit is truly admirable.

San Xian Shou always stayed by my side, offering thoughtful companionship.

" … Allow me to recover my Dao Yuan." Wang Dao, the official of justice, said.

With a raised hand, Sangxian Shou unleashed surging Dao Yuan, which surged into Wujian Wang's Heavenly Palace: "Enough"

"That's enough!" Wang, the officer in charge of execution, immediately stood up and sat down in front of the communication array. He clasped his hands together, then suddenly pulled them apart, drawing out a light curtain. The curtain was divided into ten squares, all dim except for one that flickered. "Connection established! Sir, prepare to capture this thief's trail! He controls curses and is extremely sensitive to entanglements. Sir, be careful and make sure he doesn't escape."

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Sannxian Shou watched silently.

Just then, I saw that twinkling one... it kept twinkling.

After a long time.

The magistrate Wang's breath grew weaker and weaker, he was barely holding on to the light curtain, his voice hoarse as he said: "He might be busy running away and has no time for these things."

"Could it be that he simply doesn't trust you" asked Sang Xian Shou.

“Absolutely not possible!” Chief Inspector Wang said firmly. “My lord, you don't know this, but throughout hell’s history, there have been no doors. Only I and King Chujiang have been with him since the very beginning. Every other Hall of Yama has had replacements. He trusts me the most! Every action he takes is done with me by his side. This central heavenly prison can be verified.”

Before Sang Xian could speak, he added: "When King Qin Guang settles down, he will definitely contact me. I can't continue to look for him now, or he will become suspicious."

With both palms together, the light curtain vanished.

Sānxian Shòumian looked at him expressionlessly.

The coroner, Wang, knelt on the ground: "My lord! If you kill me now, you will only have a corpse. But if you spare me, you will have the opportunity to capture King Qin Guang. The illustrious royal family of Great Jing has been stabbed by a traitor! How can we, the central Heaven Prison, let the murderer go free!"

"Well said," said Sang Xian Shou. "An assassin is just a knife in the end, and it can be broken. But what's even more hateful is the person behind the scenes. Who placed the order, and who provided you with the information You, an elder of Hell No Gate, might be able to provide me with some clues."

“This…” Chief Officer Wang struggled to speak, “These things are all King Qin Guang’s responsibility. The rest of us Yama Kings usually only need to carry out the killings.”

"No exceptions"

"King Chujiang might be an exception. She's responsible for planning the action routes and needs to have preparations both before and after. It requires more certainty in intelligence."

"You're just saying things that everyone else could tell me. The Song Emperor and the King of Turning Wheels have said all of this." Sang Xian Shou sighed with regret: "I don't know what value you could possibly hold."

Wang Dao, the forensic officer, said: "I know Qin Guangwang very well. I'm clear about what secret arts he excels at! With me, he has no secrets in the Central Heaven Prison!"

Sang Xian Shoudao: "For us, he doesn't have many secrets now... And for a genius cultivator like this, battle strength intel is the most unstable. Because he's still in a period of rapid growth, all past information is outdated."

The coroner Wang raised his hand and said: “I know where King Qin Guang often goes. I apply to lead a team to arrest him!”

"Do you think he would still go to the place you know" Sang Xian Shou said faintly, "The food in the Central Heavenly Prison isn't as delicious as you imagine."

"I still have a way!" Wujian Wang's heart raced, his thoughts flashing like lightning: "My lord could release news of my capture, but not in Jingguo. He could spread it in smaller places like Rongguo or Woguo. If King Qin Guang gets the news and sees an opportunity, he will definitely come to rescue me! At that time, we can set up an ambush and bring him to justice!"

“Oh” Sang Xian Shou said, “Why are you so certain he would risk himself for you”

"He definitely will! Our bond goes deeper than anyone can possibly imagine!" Officer Wang Yue spoke with growing fervor, his emotions overflowing: "We've shared hardships and joys for countless years, eating and living together. We've always been inseparable, through thick and thin. When we first established Hell's Gate, I told him, 'As long as I'm here, he's here, and when I leave, he leaves—'"

"Huh" Even though Sang Xian Shou managed the Central Heavenly Prison and had seen many things, he found himself increasingly perplexed as he listened.

"Yes!!" Officier Wang said, his voice filled with passion, then stammered a bit: "We are that kind of relationship..."

"Ugh..."

In a secluded mountain valley, Yin Guan suddenly opened his mouth and spat out a large pool of fresh blood, with several black worms wriggling within it.

King Chujiang looked at him with concern: "You've been vomiting for a long time, if you keep this up it will be very troublesome."

"It's nothing." Yin Guan raised his hand: "I don't know why, the injury was already stable and suddenly felt a little nauseous again."

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