Because the wall was too white, Su Ling couldn't see clearly where the door was, and where it was just a simple wall. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info saw that the old man skillfully found an area, attached his palm to it, and with a slight push, the shape of a door was moved, and it was completely dark inside. Su Ling could feel it just by standing outside, they were two completely different worlds.

The door opened, and the dazzling sunlight outside poured into the gap, and the ground inside should have been snow-white, but now Su Ling saw pools of dried or half-dried blood on it...

Half of the old man's body had already stepped in, the sun was shining on his face dark and bright on the other, coupled with the eye-catching bloodstains, it was inevitable that people would have some heart palpitations, but in order to complete the task and explore what secrets this prison hid, Su Ling had no choice but to nod reluctantly, and at the same time his feet followed in.

"Thorn-" The sound of two things rubbing against each other sounded, and in the suffocatingly quiet space, even such a small sound was infinitely amplified.

After Su Ling entered the door, the small door behind him closed automatically, and it was closed tightly, the light outside could not penetrate at all, and the room was pitch black, and nothing could be seen. Su Ling didn't know how long and how wide the house was, let alone the source of these bloodstains, and a sense of uneasiness filled her heart until this friction sounded.

It was the sound of the fire fold that Mr. Situ was rowing, although the pale yellow fire was faint, but in this extremely dark environment, even when he couldn't reach out of his hand, this fire light was like the sun.

The old man's face under the firelight didn't seem so terrifying, he just glanced at Su Ling lightly, and then shone the light elsewhere, as if looking for something in the dark.

Su Ling's eyesight is excellent, and his sense of smell is needless to say, as soon as he came in, Su Ling smelled a strong smell of blood, both new and old, and there was no distinction between men and women. In the world of psychics, everyone's blood tastes different, so some psychics with profound skills can even smell blood and recognize people's magical powers, so it is conceivable that when all kinds of flavors are mixed together and then infinitely amplified, this air is even more disgusting to Su Ling than Xiang in the toilet.

She frowned slightly, and looked around the room in the direction of the light, and even then she could only discern the general outline of the room. The room is not big, the area of three zhang square, the height is the same, the whole body is white, but now it has become blood red, the room is empty, there is no furniture, and it is very quiet, as if a needle can be heard if it falls on the ground, Su Ling can even hear his own heartbeat.

But these are not magical, the most amazing thing is that Su Ling actually heard a faint heartbeat in this extremely quiet environment, except for himself and Mr. Situ. The voice was so subtle that Su Ling couldn't even hear it when he first came in.

Mr. Situ was not a psychic after all, he walked in with the fire fold, and took a long time to look around before he found the owner of the heartbeat in the corner. He beckoned to Su Ling and motioned for her to follow.

The two walked slowly to the corner, and as the visual range of the illuminated light advanced, the weak "corpse" leaning on the corner was slightly panting for a weak breath, covered in blood, with unhealed wounds on his face and arms, and his eyes were blurred, obviously not saved.

But what made Su Ling gasp the most was not these scars and the blood all over his body, but the traces of this person's torture. Judging from the body type, it can be roughly found that this person should be a man, but why should it be said to be rough, because he is so hungry that he really can't look like it, and it is a skeleton structure that lifts him in terms of skin and bones.

His limbs twisted in strange shapes, and in unison they were bent towards the joints, and in the opposite direction, it was evident that someone had deliberately bent them alive. Compared to this, the large and small wounds on the body are simply not worth mentioning, what kind of knife stabs, what threads are pierced, and even the sharpened wooden stick is pushed into it with a hammer, every place is shocking and horrifying.

Su Ling gasped, she recognized this clothes, wasn't it the prison uniforms worn by the prisoners in the underground prison, could it be that the prisoners who pretended to be injured and sick underground were all sent to this ghost place to be tortured?

She quietly glanced at Mr. Situ beside her, and found that the latter's face was extremely calm, as if he had long been accustomed to these bloody and violent pictures, and only said lightly: "Why is he not dead yet, he can still hold on." ”

Originally, Su Ling was still hesitating about her speculation, but as soon as these words came out, she immediately strengthened her thoughts - this person was the "sick" prisoner in the prison!

But why did they torture the prisoners in this way, and for what purpose? The Situ family is not such a boring family organization, or some kind of perverted sadist, everything they do is closely related to the interests of the family, and what benefits can such torture of prisoners bring to the Situ family?

A series of questions were strung through Su Ling's mind, but what worried her the most was that from the moment she came in, she felt that a huge aura was surging somewhere in this room, this aura seemed to be closer to demonic energy, yin and cold, making people feel as if they were in the ice of ten thousand years, thrown into the depths of the vast sea, with nowhere to escape, and no one could be rescued.

The old man frowned, obviously a little unhappy with the tenacious will to survive of the man in front of him, straightened up and stretched out his hand, straight to the weak man in the corner, and grabbed the other party's neck fiercely. Su Ling could even see the green tendons on the old man's wrist, followed by the sound of the man's cervical vertebrae bones breaking, "click", dead.

Su Ling also wanted to maintain a calm and indifferent elite appearance, but all this came too suddenly, so suddenly that before she could react, the man in the corner was strangled to death, and the old man killed people like crushing an ant to death, with simple methods and a bland attitude, as if all this was done as a matter of course.

He let go of his hand, glanced at Su Ling, and said lightly: "Don't look at me with such surprised eyes, you are young and young, and you must always bring a little human touch to teach people, I understand this." But sometimes you have to do what you do, don't be like that, only if you are ruthless in your heart, you can be ruthless in your hands, you know? ”

Su Ling nodded blankly, she began to rejoice, glad that she had not joined the Situ family, which could make her heart strong.

The old man clapped his hands, carefully took out the handkerchief in his pocket, wiped the blood on his hands, and ordered Su Lingdao: "Now you can take out the 'things'." ”