I tapped the table three times in a row and felt someone tugging at my pants leg.

I looked down and saw two hands reaching out from under the table. One hand was clutching my pants leg, while the other was extended outwards, palm up.

The person under the table was begging for food!

My hand on the table retracted its five fingers, transforming into a claw that pierced the tabletop. I grabbed the person by the neck and dragged him out from under the table.

I stared into his eyes and said, "I don't have time to waste with you. I'll ask you something, and you'll answer. Either answer, or die."

The man waved his hands in fright, pointing repeatedly at his mouth.

I looked down and realized that his tongue had been cut out.

I said in a deep voice, "Can none of the ghosts here speak, or is it just you who had his tongue cut out?"

The man gestured with his hands, and I roughly understood his meaning: everyone here had their tongues cut out.

I immediately asked, "Can you write?"

The man quickly shook his head, and my heart sank. Judging by the ghost's hair, I knew he was a ghost from the Qing Dynasty. Most people back then were illiterate. Now I couldn't ask him anything.

I didn't give up: "A long time ago, did a man named Bai Shou Zhang (Hundred-Hand Zhang) live here? Did he have a disciple named Zhang Bu Fan?"

The man looked at me blankly and shook his head. He seemed to have never heard of Bai Shou Zhang.

If Bai Shou Zhang had never lived in Shuangji Town, how could the courtyard from my dream appear here?

I said urgently, "Do you have any coffin shops here, or people who specialize in handling funerals?"

The man raised his hand and pointed into the distance, indicating that the people were over there.

I released him, jumped onto the roof from the main entrance, and leapt across the tiles towards the flagpole in the center of the town.

In ancient times, whenever a village or town was established in remote areas like deep mountains or deserts, a flagpole would be erected in the center of the town. This was to allow lost travelers to see that there were people living there, and to guide residents who had lost their way in sandstorms or blizzards.

My target was that flagpole!

My flight across the rooftops immediately attracted the attention of the Reincarnation Division. The remaining experts of the Reincarnation Division began to converge on my location.

I clearly saw people chasing after me, but I ignored them and rushed towards the flagpole in the center of the town.

When I arrived, I discovered that someone was already on the flagpole – the Reincarnation Division was also vying for the highest point in the town.

Han Liangzhe was waiting for me at the base of the flagpole: "Li Po, surrender! You and I both know each other's goals, so there's no need for us to waste any more words."

Han Liangzhe drew his knife and pointed it at the flagpole: "If the flagpole falls, neither of us will survive. However, I bet you won't risk Ye Yang's life."

Han Liangzhe was indeed formidable!

He had accurately predicted my intentions.

Han Liangzhe sneered, "Li Po! I've been wondering why the ghost god chose Ye Yang as its first target."

"You went to Burial God Snow Mountain to break the Ye family's curse. You didn't go directly up the mountain, but instead wandered around at the foot of the mountain, which means that the place you went to must be related to Burial God Snow Mountain. Perhaps the ghost gods you continuously killed were subordinates of the Snow Mountain Demon God. Therefore, they know about Ye Yang."

"Bei Yiye is skilled in feng shui. This place is surrounded by mountains, which is perfect for setting up a feng shui formation. Ye Yang is the greatest threat to him, so that's why he chose Ye Yang."

"You're running towards the flagpole to break the feng shui here."

"Ye Yang should be unable to move. You can only climb high to see the feng shui layout here and then go back and tell Ye Yang. The key is whether you can see the whole picture of Shuangji Town."

"If the flagpole falls, neither of us will get out of here."

Although Han Liangzhe hadn't completely guessed my intentions, he had guessed about ninety percent of them.

The only thing he didn't know was that I was climbing the flagpole to determine what "Man Zhen Jin Qiu Tu" (The whole town is full of prisoners) meant.

Lao Liu's words to me probably had two explanations: one was that all the ghosts in Shuangji Town were imprisoned in the town, like the person I had just seen, who could be said to have been trapped on the ground with a table. That table was his prison.

The second possibility was that Shuangji Town itself was a jail camp in ancient times.

The real place to detain serious criminals not only had iron locks and high walls, but more importantly, the surrounding environment. Building the jail camp on a death ground meant that even if a prisoner escaped, he would die. This greatly reduced the possibility of prisoners escaping.

Jail camps have one characteristic: they must be built in a square shape that secretly matches the character "囚" (prisoner), and there is only one entrance and exit.

If this is a prison, then it must be built according to the structure of ancient prisons, leaving the positions of the guards and wardens. The warden should be the ghost god of Shuangji Town.

Since I'm here to break the ghost god's fate, why don't I just find the ghost god and fight him to the death, instead of betting all our lives as chips to gamble on whether the ghost god's three words are true or false?

The reason why Lao Liu didn't go into detail about Shuangji Town should be here!