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Jiang Chen continued to explain telepathically, "It would be a waste of time and energy for just the two of us and the cat to find that sorcerer in a prison with thousands of people."

"Putting the right people in the right positions and letting professionals do what they are good at is the most efficient way."

His main purpose in going to prison was to find the Resurrection Incense; the sorcerer was at most a side quest.

If we're going to search secretly, we'll have to act in the dead of night. But what will it take to find something? Will we even be able to find the Resurrection Incense anymore? We can't lose sight of what's important.

Besides, he just needs less sleep, not that he doesn't need to sleep at all. He doesn't want to die suddenly, okay?

Jiang Chen needed help, while the warden and guards were trying to save their lives. It was a mutually beneficial arrangement, so they naturally reached a cooperation agreement.

"Master... what happened to that vengeful spirit?"

"I'm still alive, so it's the one who's at a disadvantage. I've severely injured it, and it won't be able to recover in a short time."

Upon hearing this, the warden breathed a sigh of relief, but before he could fully relax, Jiang Chen spoke.

"The vengeful spirit isn't the point; the point is that sorcerer. We need to find him before he raises the Ghost King."

"Oh, right, you're right, Master. So who is the sorcerer?"

"That's a good question. I don't know who he is either, which is why I'm telling you this in hopes of getting your help."

"How...how can we help you, Master?"

"There are many things you can do. For example, right now I need to find someone who is blind."

The warden paused for a moment, "There are several blind people in the prison."

"He used to be a lawyer," Jiang Chen added.

"A lawyer?" The warden suddenly realized, "Master... I understand... He's that sorcerer. No wonder he's blind and has such an evil aura."

Jiang Chen waved his hand and clarified, "He isn't, but he should be able to help us find the sorcerer."

"Oh, oh, oh!" The warden breathed a sigh of relief, chuckling awkwardly, his stereotype kicking in again. "Then I get it, he must be a fortune teller."

Cat Master silently shook his head in the shadows. Prejudice in people's hearts is a mountain!

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In the warden's office, wisps of white smoke were being exhaled from the spout of a purple clay teapot, filling the air with a refreshing tea aroma.

This is top-quality Da Hong Pao tea, a special supply that even money can't always get your hands on. It's all gifts from others, and even the warden rarely drinks it.

At this moment, the warden respectfully placed a cup of tea in front of Jiang Chen with both hands.

"Master... please have some tea."

Jiang Chen didn't stand on ceremony and picked it up, drinking it all in one gulp. The warden felt a little sorry for him, thinking that this was a waste of good tea.

Jiang Chen's gaze fell on the warden's large desk, where a thick stack of files was piled up.

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"Master, these are all the files of prisoners who died unnaturally in prison over the past ten years. I've brought them all to you."

"My actions require absolute freedom, your unconditional cooperation, and secrecy."

No one could guarantee that the sorcerer had spies or his own intelligence network inside the prison, so Jiang Chen's actions had to be kept secret and carried out in the dark.

"Don't worry, I've already given the order that today's events will be kept absolutely confidential, and I've given gag orders to everyone involved."

The warden patted his chest and assured everyone that he was genuinely panicked.

Although the prison guards haven't had any incidents, who can guarantee they'll always be safe?

Moreover, Jiang Chen also dropped the bombshell of raising a Ghost King. What will happen when the Ghost King is born?

The warden's imagination began to run wild, and a large number of classic scenes from horror movies flashed through his mind.

A gigantic demon king with a blue face and fangs was born, and the entire prison was flooded with blood.

The prisoners turned into mindless zombies with their eyes rolled back, staging a prison version of a zombie apocalypse.

There are even bizarre scenes of Ouija board spirits battling Ouija board spirits, and Sadako fighting Kayako.

Cold sweat trickled down his forehead.

No, that's too scary, I don't want to think about it.

This sorcerer must die, otherwise the consequences will be endless. His position is not secure either; he is far from being a perfect ruler.

If Jiang Chen knew what was going on in the other person's mind, he would definitely say, "Your imagination is really rich. You must have read a lot of books."

I picked up the top file and turned to the first page.

The photo shows a dead body with a grotesque face and wide-open eyes.

"The deceased, Zhang San, was 45 years old and died on March 15th, seven years ago. The cause of death was sudden myocardial infarction."

"The methods of sorcerers, such as death curses, can directly curse the target to death, causing them to die suddenly in various seemingly 'normal' ways."

"Generally, a sorcerer needs a certain medium to perform a sorcery, such as various poisons, the recipient's birth date and time, hair, blood, and skin flakes."

"But a powerful sorcerer doesn't need a medium. He only needs to brush past you, pat you on the shoulder, and have contact with you within a certain range."

"The one in prison, in my opinion, belongs to the type that doesn't need a medium."

Cat Master explained it to Jiang Chen from the side, and Jiang Chen nodded and continued to flip through the pages.

The second one, the third one, the tenth one...

The causes of death were varied, including heart disease, cerebral hemorrhage, sudden death in sleep, and even choking to death while eating.

But they all have one thing in common.

In the appendix of the autopsy report, there was a note in very small print: the internal organs were missing or atrophied to varying degrees.

This detail is inconspicuous in a thick report and is easily overlooked.

But for Jiang Chen, who was focused on finding clues, it was like a lighthouse in the darkness.

"The initial methods were very clean and direct."

Jiang Chen made a judgment.

He continued flipping through the files, and when he reached one from about three years ago, the style changed abruptly.

"The deceased, Li Si, 28 years old, was imprisoned for drug trafficking and died on June 20, three years ago. The cause of death was excessive blood loss."

The scene in the photo was extremely bloody.

The deceased was covered in scratches and bite marks, and at first glance, it seemed that he had been bitten to death by some kind of wild animal.

"This was the work of the giant cat."

"It seems that the sorcerer only fully refined this vengeful spirit three years ago and started using it to do dirty and tiring work."

Jiang Chen's browsing speed increased rapidly as he quickly processed the massive amount of information.

Number of deaths, time of death, manner of death...

All of these were connected, analyzed, and summarized in his mind.

"Master Cat, how much food is needed to raise a Ghost King?"

"The numbers in the Xuanmen (mystical sect) must start at least with six sixes, and are usually seven times seven forty-nine. Those with grand ambitions will choose the number nine. Nine is the ultimate number, and only when nine times nine return to one can one achieve great success."

Jiang Chen's gaze finally settled on the number of files.

"Seventy-eight."

His voice was very soft, but it sent chills down the spine of the warden standing next to him.

Seventy-eight lives lost!

There are only three short of the eighty-one needed.