Perhaps he had sensed Qin Ye’s gaze. Section Chief Li promptly turned around and smiled.

His smile was hideous. His eyes were bloodshot, and his voice was choking up.

That said, it was also a radiant smile.

“Ever since I’d joined the Special Investigations Department, my boss had predicted that a time would come when everything would be made public.” He sighed wistfully, before continuing in an insightfully reflective manner, “But I’d never thought that whilst my grandchildren and I would witness this day, my sons would not…”

There was a stifling silence across the entire plaza, broken only by the soft sounds of whimpering. Qin Ye bit down on his lower lips and remained silent and still.

He couldn’t empathize with them. Not now, and not ever.

After all, he wasn’t someone who strictly belonged to the mortal realms.

But, that said, why did he feel vexed and stuffed in his heart?

He tried to ignore the uncomfortable feeling, but it simply kept coming back to the forefront of his mind.

This was the purpose of Hell to begin with.

If Hell had done its job, just as it did back in the days of its former glory where the Sixfold Ghost Kings wandered about purging evil ghosts from the corners of the earth, countless wandering spirits would pour to the underworld instead of linger about in the mortal realms. Furthermore, with powerful Abyssal Prefects and Infernal Judges maintaining order in the mortal realm, would there still be any evil ghost acting so brazenly like Cao Youdao...