The Prefectural Governor's face was solemn, his expression serious.
Sun Wukong let out a hearty laugh, he didn't say anything, but suddenly he pressed his hand against the gate.
Boom.
The entire gate shattered into pieces, and a torrent of yin energy and resentful spirits surged out, causing everyone to shiver uncontrollably.
Ordinary people couldn't see ghosts, but Sun Wukong could.
The entire courtyard was filled with the ghosts of those who had died violently, their resentment soaring to the heavens, filled with malevolence.
If this group of wronged souls were let loose, the whole Taiping Prefecture would suffer.
"There must be at least a hundred wronged souls, he's killed at least a hundred people,"
Sun Wukong said gravely.
Even though the Prefectural Governor could not see them, his face turned ashen upon hearing Sun Wukong's words.
Subconsciously, he felt that this man before him would definitely not lie to him.