Valley of Ten Thousand Demons, in front of a prison.
A corpse of a Monster cultivator, limbs twisted on the ground, eyes bulging, blood flowing everywhere.
Beside it, several Monster cultivators with solemn expressions, their tone icy.
"It's only been two days, this is already the fifth one..."
"Damn it, we're haunted."
"Don't talk nonsense, haunted by what 'ghost'?"
"If it's not a ghost, what is it? Suddenly went mad without warning, biting and chewing, then exploded to death..."
One Monster cultivator's face turned pale:
"I always feel like something 'dirty' got into our prison..."
Another Monster cultivator sneered coldly, "What cowards! Frightening yourselves. We are Monster cultivators, cultivating demonic power, naturally not following the common righteous Dao, risks are nothing unusual."
