Chapter 117: Ghost in the Dungeon

Style: Fantasy Author: DecayWords: 1648Update Time: 24/01/13 05:51:30
A sudden change made Subiezhi stand on his head with chills all over his body. He unconsciously took a step back. Such a shrill and angry roar did not look like it was coming from a human being!

The strange roar did not stop immediately, but echoed back and forth between the rock walls, like a ghost in the abyss.

Subiezhi quickly calmed down. Compared to the source of the sound, he was more worried about the sound being heard outside and attracting the ghost leader and others. In order to prevent this from happening, he decided to go forward and take a look to stop the roar from continuing.

He stepped forward quickly, staring straight ahead with cold eyes. Suddenly, I saw a row of long vines not far away blocking the field of vision like a curtain, and the direction in which the sound was heard was coming from among them.

After he came closer, he pushed aside the rattan with his hand and looked inside.

The shocking, horrifying hidden scene made him tremble all of a sudden!

Hidden in such a secluded place, it turned out to be a dark prison! The smell of blood is pungent to the nose and shocking to the eyes.

The cell was carved into the rock wall, and the fences were all made of dense thorns. Many of the "rooms" inside were empty, but the dried blood stains all over them proved that there had been prisoners inside.

The source of the sound was not difficult to find - there were very few people left in the prison. Red blood was everywhere, and even those who were left were mostly dying and half dead.

Subiezhi saw the prisoner in that corner. And as soon as his eyes touched that person, his extremely angry eyes immediately aroused:

"You bastard from Guizifang, I will never bow to you even if I die!!"

Subiezhi looked at him carefully, feeling a twinge of pain in his heart. The age of the man in front of me was impossible to tell. His face was covered with dripping blood, and the scars on his body were as dense as cow's hair. Some places were already festering, and their dirty appearance made it difficult to tell what they were.

At this time, from the cage next to him, there was a sound of exhortation like a gossamer:

"Save your strength... No matter how much you shout, you can't get out..."

Subiezhi immediately turned his attention to the person over there. I saw that the man's injuries were even more serious, and the severity could not even be described in words. At this moment, the man was lying on his side on the ground, surrounded by blood.

Darkness, despair, death. Subiezhi could not imagine the horror of this prison, but with his eyes wide open, he could see the horror and cruelty of the Japanese.

"What a devil." He lowered his head and muttered through gritted teeth.

His words were heard by the man. He raised his head and opened his eyes slightly, looked at Subiezhi, and sneered coldly: "What, you bastard, what tricks are you trying to play this time?"

"You..." Subiezhi looked at him, approached and asked, "Who are you? Why are you locked up here?"

Unexpectedly, the man snorted heavily, his eyes filled with contempt.

"What... have the Japanese bastards got a new trick?" He glared at Subiezhi sullenly, "Stop pretending and kill me with one blow, otherwise I will come out and skin you alive sooner or later. No matter what method you use , I will not give in."

Subiezhi saw that he was completely hostile to her, and she expected that she didn't have much time left, so she couldn't explain to him one sentence at all. With no other choice, he had to take out the mysterious emblem from his waist and showed it in front of the man's eyes.

"I'm very pressed for time. What I can tell you is that I am not a lackey of the Japs. This genuine Xuan emblem is proof. If you don't believe it, then there is nothing I can do."

Obviously, the effect of Subiezhi's move was immediate. The man immediately shut his mouth, opened his eyes wide, and stared at the green mysterious emblem carefully, with a look of disbelief on his face.

When the people in the other cages heard Subiezhi's loud words, they all dragged their bruised bodies over to look at him in surprise. For a time, many more sounds were added to the lifeless prison, like resentful souls awakening from sleep in the darkness.

Subiezhi looked up at the people gathered around him, and the hand holding Xuanhui tightened a lot, making his knuckles crackle.

"You said... you're not from Guizifang?" The man who had just advised the man asked with an empty look in his eyes, gasping in a low voice.

"That's right. In other words, I came here to find out the details of this Japanese Fang. In a sense, I am the same as you and have no good impression of that Japanese Fang." Subiezhi said loudly. , striving for everyone to hear their own attitude.

"You..." The man looked at him, and after a long time, he smiled bitterly, "We don't just have a bad impression of him. In our dreams, we want to skin him and cramp him, and even if we are ghosts, we want to make him live in peace."

Subiezhi looked solemnly at the man in front of him and was silent for a moment.

"Let me explain, my time tonight is very limited. If he finds out that I have sneaked here, things will become very troublesome, and you will definitely not get any benefits." Subiezhi said in a serious voice, "I I came here for information and clues to save the external collapse situation... and also to save you."

"I definitely don't mean to threaten you, but the current situation is urgent, and I hope you understand." He took a deep breath, and the majesty in his eyes changed. "So, please try your best to briefly describe what you know. Tell me. Please believe me. If you help me, you are also helping yourselves."

The oil lamp next to the wall danced with tiny flames, and the back of Subiezhi was shaken back and forth.