Qin Yao suddenly recalled a small detail-

When he first entered the torture hall, he saw the cardinal bleeding a prisoner. After the prisoner died, the cardinal went to the opposite room with the copper kettle of blood in his hand, and the body seemed to be sent in the direction of the deadly passage.

"Is it true that everyone who died here will be sent over there for burial?"

Conte nodded, but shook his head again and said, "To be exact, send it over there and throw it away." There are corpses every day, and no one has the energy to dig a pit to bury them. Besides, it's all stony, and it's impossible to dig a grotto to bury every corpse. ”

It turned out that at the end of that passage was a bottomless abyss. It can also be said that the entire inquisition, in fact, is built on a huge abyss. This abyss was buried under the mountain of Maple Leaf Ridge, and it was connected to the underground palace where Qin Yao was now standing through that small passage. The underground palace is connected to the ground through the passage when Qin Yao came.

Qin Yao: "How long has it been since there were corpses every day?"

Could it be that after the demons took control of the Papal Palace, they went on a killing spree all day long? But the problem is that listening to Conte's tone, this kind of corpse throwing operation seems to have been around for a long time.

Conte seemed a little nervous and said: "It has always existed, at least for hundreds of years......"

Qin Yao was speechless.

In other words, this action of throwing corpses has been around for a long time, has formed a routine, and the frequency of throwing corpses is very high. So how many people have been killed in the thousands of years since the Cult of God operated?

What is this?

Qin Yao: "Take blood here for the upper echelons of the Divine Sect to enjoy, and after killing, the corpses will be thrown into the abyss like dead dogs, right?"

Conte shuddered: "It's not what you think...... In the past, when the Divine Cult presided over the Inquisition, it was all demons and heretics who were arrested. ”

Qin Yao: "But your Divine Sect is more demonic than the Demon Race, and more evil than heresy. ”

Conte didn't dare to say more, which shows that even these clergy know how evil they are doing.

Bai Jiahei said curiously: "But if you have been throwing corpses here for thousands of years, then no matter how deep the pit is, it will have to be filled, how deep is this abyss?"

Qin Yao then raised this question, and Conte also said that he didn't know. He only knew that the body was dumped over there, but it wasn't his job, he hadn't been there.

It seemed that seeing Qin Yao a little angry, Conte naturally tried his best to change the topic, and suddenly patted his head: "By the way, speaking of this abyss, I remember that Colonel Enrique had people send things inside, and it seemed to be quite solemn." Could it be that what you are talking about, is that going to be that?"

Qin Yao was stunned - the dragon's stomach pouch is placed in that kind of mass grave place, isn't this a waste of treasures.

But then he thought of a possibility: After all, isn't the dragon stomach sac also a part of the corpse of the Demon Dragon Emperor? Could it be that there is any special purpose in sending this kind of corpse residue into the abyss?

Thinking of this, Qin Yao immediately asked Conte and the two to lead the way. In fact, Conte hadn't been there either, but Qin Yao didn't worry about letting these two guys stay in the hall.

Walking into that passage, it was dark, damp and cold, and the deeper it went, the more intense the dead air became. The air was filled with the smell of decomposing corpses and the sour smell of mold.

And when he was halfway through the passage, Qin Yao found that there was actually a door here. In other words, the death gas is already so thick, but the premise is still closed and blocked.

The door was hidden, because a corpse had been sent inside. After pushing it away, I walked so far that I finally came to a very spacious, but creepy, place.

A huge sinkhole!

Bottomless, dark and gloomy, the crater is at least the size of a football field, surrounded by slippery stone walls, until there is a hemispherical dome above.

The place where Qin Yao and the others stood was actually equivalent to a hole in the stone wall of the abyss, and the hole was just a platform of more than ten square meters extending outward. Of course, compared to the huge abyss, this platform is nothing more than a small bulge on the stone wall, which is not obvious from a distance.

As for being able to see here, it is because the dark environment is full of turquoise points of light, like stars in the sky. When Qin Yao saw it for the first time, he instinctively thought it was phosphorescence, because there were many such things in the places where the bones were gathered.

But when I thought about it, I knew that something was wrong—in such a deep abyss, no matter how far the bones had to be from this passage platform, they could all float in the void above the abyss.

So when I looked closely, I found that they were insects that looked like fireflies, but they were more bright than fireflies. There are not many floating in the sky, smooth and weird.

Through these turquoise bright lights, you can see what appears to be a sculpture on the opposite stone wall, like a huge dark shadow. Judging by the outline, it should be in the shape of a warrior, holding a ...... in his left hand Books and a giant sword in his right hand. The tip of the sword is pointing downward, as if pointing straight to the bottom of the abyss.

Who can carve such a huge sculpture across the abyss, it's too much work and money. It can only be said that there are quite a lot of incredible things done in the history of the Divine Cult, and it is impossible to guess.

Then Qin Yao stood on the edge of the platform, but he was not afraid of heights, he looked down, the more he looked at it, the more profound he felt, and then he seemed to lose his mind for a short time.

A spirit, two steps back.

Bai and black poked his head out of his clothes, but before he had time to look down, Qin Yao retreated.

Conte was a little curious: "What's wrong with Lord Qin?"

Of course, white and black are also curious.

Qin Yao: "I just felt as if something was looking at me from the depths of this abyss. ”

"While you are staring at the abyss, the abyss is also staring at you?" Bai Jiahe smirked, "Don't pretend to be a philosopher with me, how earthy you are, I don't know yet, hahaha!"

I don't care about you...... This broken tiger was in a slightly better spirit and began to raise the bar.

Of course, Conte was also asking Qin Yao why he took two steps back, if there was any accident, and Qin Yao also said that he felt like he was being stared at.

At this moment, a faint voice suddenly sounded in the left rear-

"Can you see the 'Eye of the Plague'?"

Who?! Qin Yao was so frightened that he was even white and black. And when I looked back at Conte and the two of them, they seemed to be scared, so they didn't know at all just now.

Qin Yao stared at Conte's back, of course, Conte was so frightened that he quickly turned around, only to see that in the leftmost corner of this platform, there was a figure attached to the stone wall!

I didn't see it at all just now, so I guess I thought it was a stone, but now this "stone" has moved.

"What person?!" Qin Yao was taken aback.

He was surprised because he hadn't received any telekinetic contributions just now. It stands to reason that if the other party was a person, Qin Yao and his group of strangers would be a little surprised, right? You can even give one or two telepathic points, but just now it was completely like a stone, and there was no movement at all.

The key is that Bai Jiahei's nose doesn't smell the breath of the living, although the strong dead air here may affect the judgment, but everyone is too close, and they don't smell it.

What's more, this weirdo actually speaks Chinese!

This person heard that Qin Yao and Conte were talking in Chinese, so he also used Chinese, and he was even more fluent than Conte!

Qin Yao was also bold, and took four or five steps forward, only then did he see that he was a thin old man with ragged clothes. It was very decadent, leaning against the stone wall like a piece of dead wood. If you don't open your mouth, it's like a rock.

The old man's face was scorched, his hair was sparse and bald, and the hair that remained around him seemed to be a mess of hair on the top of a dried corpse. His eyes were empty and lacklustre, and a mouthful of teeth had fallen out sparsely.

Originally, I thought that the other party might be an Oriental, after all, Mandarin is very fluent, but if you look closely, it is still a standard Westerner, even if the skin is wrinkled into folded skin, you can still see the characteristics of Westerners. And the kind of tattered clothes he was wearing, and if you look closely, there are traces of the teaching robe, but it is too bad.

"Who are you?" Qin Yao asked. Although curious, I didn't actually feel any danger. This old man didn't seem to be a threat to anyone, otherwise he would have found out just now.

I thought that the old man would be like in the movie and novel, what kind of pretending to be a criminal, deliberately not saying his name, or making a pronoun that seems to be very high. How do you know that this old man is very realistic, simple and direct: "The abyss corpse thrower is also the grave keeper, Karafa." ”

Qin Yao nodded: "Throwing the corpse is easy to understand, it is estimated that the people outside threw the corpse on this platform and let you be responsible for throwing it down?" But what does it mean to guard the tomb, do you still need to guard the tomb here? ”

"Qingming...... Sweeping the grave ......," the old man Karafa muttered, "it rains a lot during the Qingming Festival, and the pedestrians on the road want to break their souls. By asking where the restaurant is, the shepherd boy pointed to Xinghua Village...... Oriental poetry is always so beautiful. ”

Open your mouth and kneel!

Big brother, uncle, old man, can you not be like this? My education level is really not very good, we don't have a common language in literature.

"Your Mandarin is really good. ”

"When I was younger, I traveled to the East. "Karafa still spoke so plainly, without the slightest pretense of being a superior. "Huaxia is very beautiful, Jiangnan rain, Saibeiyun, Meihua Post Station Xinghua Village ......"

Stop, uncle, stop! Is this a sloppy person who is hovering over the passing line of my language scores? "Old gentleman, ahem, this tomb guard refers to ......"

"Oh, the tomb is guarded here to keep the devil from coming out of the abyss. ”

Qin Yao was startled, and said in his heart, what kind of monster was there in this abyss? No wonder he had a feeling of being stared at just now. "What devil?"

"Abyssal Plague. "The extremely terrible demons, including the statue on the other side, also exist to suppress this great demon. ”

Qin Yao: "Then if it comes out, your responsibility is to suppress it back?"

If you have this ability, then you can't be a master, a master, a master, a master?

Karafa: "No, when the plague tries to come out, I'll just go outside and report it to the Cult." ”

After all, it's just a communication room uncle, and I thought it was a lot of bulls.