I transmigrated to ancient times and became a king with a title equal to mine.

It was a bitterly cold winter night when Long Bin suddenly remembered the mysterious asylum in the dead man's memory.

In ancient times, hospitals were extremely rare; even a small county town might not have a decent hospital. How could there be mental hospitals?

He vaguely remembered that more than a year ago, the dead ghost Long Bin had sneaked into the mental hospital, only to be knocked unconscious and captured.

Although he was sent out, his health deteriorated from then on.

As for what harm she suffered inside, she has no memory of it.

"Now that I'm here, I must find out what's going on with the cats inside."

Driven by curiosity, he changed into night clothes and headed straight for Xiangquan Village.

The mental hospital was located in the Lanlong Mountain Valley. After secretly observing and investigating, he discovered that although it was outwardly a mental hospital, it was actually a private prison set up by the powerful Fan family of Lishui Prefecture.

Would a private individual dare to set up a prison?

It was impossible in the past life, and it's rare to see someone so bold in this life. No wonder they have to use a mental hospital as a cover.

As for what the dead Long Bin was doing in the mental hospital a year ago? Why is this part not in his memories?

It's a mystery, and the mental hospital is an even bigger mystery.

Tonight, the sky is cold and the moon is bright. The mental hospital huddled in the canyon seems like a rift in time and space, quietly separating the world of normality from the world of abnormality.

Surrounded by fences with withered vines, it seemed like a silent sigh of time, or a warning against outside prying eyes.

The heavy wooden door was tightly shut, and occasionally a gust of wind would blow through, making a low creaking sound, like some kind of ominous premonition.

Inside the courtyard, a narrow, winding path of jagged rocks leads to a large cave at the end of the courtyard, flanked by uneven thatched huts.

The slanting moonlight in winter brought a chill to the already cold space, adding a touch of eeriness and desolation.

The air was filled with a mixture of medicinal smells, dampness, and an unidentified musty odor. This smell seemed to penetrate to the bone marrow, making people feel involuntarily depressed and heavy.

Occasionally, low sobs or uncontrollable laughter would drift from one of the rooms, echoing in the empty courtyard and sounding all the more mournful, lonely, and eerie.

The courtyard was overgrown with weeds, with a few wildflowers occasionally peeking out from the cracks in the stone wall, adding a touch of barely perceptible life to this desolate place.

The occasional meows of cats added to the eerie and terrifying atmosphere of the place.

Having already infiltrated the courtyard, Long Bin looked back at the night sky. Moonlight shone through the sparse clouds, spilling into the empty courtyard, silvery and cold.

The wind howled through the broken windows, as if imprisoned souls were softly recounting their untold pain and longing.

At that moment, time seemed to stand still for him. Looking into the empty eyes of the people in the room, he knew how helpless and sorrowful they were.

Long Bin came over tonight just to check things out, grabbed a doctor on the way, and then left the mental hospital.

Because if he stayed any longer, he couldn't guarantee he wouldn't do something foolish.

Unexpectedly, I had exceptionally good luck today and actually caught the assistant of the director of the mental hospital.

According to the assistant, this prison belongs to the Tiandao Society.

Inside were the Empress, the Second Prince and his mother, and people captured by the Heavenly Dao Society.

Most of these people are political enemies, adversaries, or members of the Heavenly Way Society who have made mistakes.

Of course, there were still a few truly insane people in the ward, who had been driven mad by the medicines of the Heavenly Way Society's doctors.

The next day, Ma Gui, the newly appointed Chief Secretary of the Lishui County Government and Prefect of Lizhou, led a group of people to the mental hospital.

Fan Jinju, an investor in the mental hospital, was the director of the mental hospital and personally went to the gate to welcome Mr. Ma and his party.

"This humble citizen, Fan Jinju, pays his respects to Lord Ma."

“Master Fan, I dare not accept such an honor,” Ma Gui said politely.

After welcoming Ma Gui into the living room and serving tea, Fan Jinju cautiously asked, "May I ask what business brings you to this cold place, sir?"

Ma Gui praised the tea in his cup, then paused and said, "Building a mental hospital for six years, your Fan family is truly generous. I have no money, but I should still come and take a look, and also thank the master."

Disguised as an attendant, Long Bin whispered, "We adults would like to observe in person so we can help promote your cause."

Fan Jinju readily agreed, "Welcome, sir, to offer your guidance!"

"Lord Ma, how about we eat first?"

Ma Gui said with a smile, "Let's take a look first, and then devour it like a whirlwind."

Although Fan Jin was unhappy, he could not humiliate the adults.

If he were just a fifth-rank prefect, that would be fine, but this guy has suddenly become a third-rank official.

These officials were people whom the Prince of Nan respected, and Fan Jinju absolutely could not afford to offend them.

Although he had the Empress and the Regent as his backers, it was all done in secret and could not be exposed.

Fan Jinju accompanied Ma Gui and his group into the patient area, where they observed the patients in each of the thatched huts.

Seeing the unusual quiet in the ward, Long Bin couldn't help but wonder: It was so chaotic last night, why is it so quiet now?

After visiting the thatched hut ward, Ma Gui pointed to the cave and asked, "It sounds like we're arguing in there."

Fan Jinju also heard the commotion, so he led everyone inside. As he walked, he said, "The rooms in the cave are nice, so I'll stay here too. We'll arrange for all the recovered patients to stay here."

They arrived at the stone house where the argument had taken place.

A young man in his early twenties shouted angrily, "You called me crazy, and I accepted that. Now that I'm better, you say I'm not fully recovered. What exactly do you want?"

Long Bin observed the man closely; his speech and pronunciation were normal, so he seemed to have recovered. He couldn't help but look him over more closely, and suddenly his heart skipped a beat—this figure seemed so familiar.

The young man's hair was messy and unbound, and his large face was mostly covered by his long hair.

Long Bin said softly, "Brother, could you slick your hair back?"

The young man glanced at him, smiled slightly, and then smoothed his hair with both hands.

Long Bin was disguised, and the other party did not recognize him.

When the handsome face appeared, the memories of the dead ghost Long Bin suddenly popped up. This person was Qin Ningtian, the third son of his maternal uncle Qin Haofang, the dead ghost's cousin, and of course, his own cousin.

Only now did Long Bin understand why the deadbeat Long Bin had come here; perhaps he already knew that Qin Ningtian had fallen here.

Following Long Bin's instructions via telepathy, Ma Gui turned around and asked, "This child is very handsome. Does he have family connections?"

Fan Jinju shook his head and said, "We don't even know his name."

"Oh?"

Just as Ma Guidong was chatting away, Long Bin used a secret voice transmission to Qin Ningtian, explaining his identity and telling him not to reveal it, assuring him that he would arrange for him to be picked up.

After looking around, Ma Gui felt there was nothing left to see, so he smiled and said, "I'm hungry."

Fan Jinju breathed a sigh of relief and immediately instructed his men to prepare lunch.

The group arrived at another cave, and Fan Jin invited Ma Gui to his stone house.

After making a cup of tea for Lord Ma, the two chatted about some charitable matters.