In the deepest part of the cellar, there is a room hidden.
The door was ajar at this moment, and through the narrow door crack, you could see the utensils inside scattered on the ground in a messy manner.
Xiao Cui opened the door and entered.
"Mother, I'm back."
"I found someone who can save you."
Xiaocui asked nervously and excitedly.
"Sister, come in quickly."
Yu Yan stepped into the house and found that the ground was very soft and covered with thick carpets.
Unlike the darkness outside, it seems a bit bright here.
There is soft lighting, but there is no narrow window. Apart from the furnishings, this is a completely closed space.
Tables, chairs and sofas are all available, and the materials are exquisite. Pearls, jade and many gold jewelry are scattered messily on the floor. Even the walls are soft-packed and treated with anti-collision treatment.
It seems to have been carefully arranged.
In the center of this cellar, there is actually such a luxurious room decorated.
The utensils on the table are also very complete. It is obvious that someone has lived here for a long time. Thinking of the harsh environment outside, why is Xiaocui's mother locked up here?
Opening the curtains, Xiao Cui saw that the ground was empty, with no sign of her mother at all.
"She's gone."
Xiaocui turned her head, her eyes panicked, as if she had lost her soul.
"They must have taken him away."
"I still came too late."
"What should I do, sister."
Xiaocui was devastated and slowly squatted on the ground, hugging her knees and burying her head in tears, with a tone full of annoyance and sadness.
There are two huge chains on the ground with the width of iron arms, guiding them in two directions.
The place where one of the iron chains is located is different from the ground in the room. It is a bare rough grooved ground.
The cross-section of the iron chain has uneven cuts and has been broken for a while, which is where Xiaocui said her mother originally was.
If Xiaocui's mother was taken away, why were the chains uneven instead of intact?
Yu Yan looked at the iron chain on the other side and saw that there was a bulge on the iron collapse, and there was a second person locked up here.
He is estimated to be about the same size as Xiao Cui and about the same age.
There was unknown blood on his head, but his breathing was weak, as if he was about to expire.
The exposed skin on the body was a bit bloody, the old wounds were black and eroded, and the new wounds had crisp flesh and no scabs.
It was obviously a hot summer day, but I was still wearing a shabby jacket and didn't shed a drop of sweat.
The iron couch was very clean, with only a small amount of blood stains on it, as if it had just been rubbed on.
On the other hand, there is a mark on the rough ground that has turned somewhat black and penetrated.
Xiao Cui suddenly stood up and climbed onto the iron couch with a single stride.
He pinched the boy's neck and heard a vicious voice.
"Where did they take the people?"
"Say it, say it!"
The little boy opened his bloody eyelids, his dark pupils without any emotion.
Being shaken constantly, I couldn't help but cough weakly from my throat without saying a word.
"It's all your fault, it's all your fault!"
Hearing this, the boy felt sad for a moment, but quickly covered it up, as if it was Yu Yan's illusion.
Xiaocui seemed to have vented her emotions enough, and when she saw that the boy was like a dead dog and had no reaction, she let go of her hand.
Only then did the boy turn his head and stop looking.
Now I saw one more person in the house.
Dark pupils met Yu Yan's.
