After several lives and deaths, Snow's reflexes have improved a lot now. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 The moment he heard the sound, he made a big jump and widened the distance, and the long sword in his hand blocked his chest with a thud.

Abrad never let his guard down, and almost as soon as Snow reacted, he came to him, his tall body protecting Snow, staring at the back of the stairs.

"Gerosanne." Abra beckoned, and Jerosan, who was about to sit down in front of the couch, hurried over, raised the torch in his hand and shone it forward. But there was a staircase blocking it, and it was still pitch black behind it.

After waiting for a long time, nothing appeared from behind the stairs. The three of them looked at each other and nodded to each other. Gerosan stood behind Abra, his torch reaching forward as far as he could. Abra and Snow raised their swords and led Gerosan slowly behind the stairs.

The atmosphere was tense to the extreme, and Snow could even hear his own fluffy heartbeat. Slowly approaching, Gerosan took a sharp step forward, and with a big leap from the firelight Abra to the back of the stairs, he raised his sword and was ready to slash forward.

But there was nothing behind the stairs, Snow frowned slightly, although the sound just now was subtle, but it was definitely not a hallucination.

"There are secret passages." Abra was the first to notice the problem, pointing to the plank behind the staircase.

Snow looked intently, and sure enough, there was a locked secret door on the floor. At the same time as the three of them discovered the secret door, the sound of iron chains colliding with each other came out of the ground.

"What should I do?" Gerosan asked nervously.

Snow thought for a moment and said, "Open it and take a look." "They're going to spend the night here tonight, and anything dangerous is going to be the first to be disposed of. And Snow was a little curious about what was under the plank.

Aberra nodded, came to the plank, raised his sword and slashed a few times to open the lock. Motioning to Snow and the others, he bent down and grabbed the handle on the board.

Snow and Jerosanne stood on the left and right of the plank, raising their weapons and getting ready. Whatever appears inside, let's get a few swords first.

At Snow's signal, Abra jerked the plank open. Snow stabbed downward without looking, but almost flashed to his waist. Beneath the planks is a long staircase that slopes to the ground. It was pitch black inside, and nothing could be seen.

Snow swallowed and said, "Gerosan, you stay here, and Abra and I will go down and have a look." ”

The situation is unknown, and the three of them must not go down together.

Gerosan answered, handing the torch to Abra. Abra took the torch and cautiously descended the stairs with his sword in hand, Snow following closely behind.

The passage was dark and damp, and the penetration of the fire was poor. However, Abra found a number of fixed torches on the walls on both sides of the passage, lit them one by one, and the two walked slowly down the steps.

After walking for less than two minutes, Abra raised his hand to signal to Snow that the stairs had come to an end. Holding the walls, Abra lit all the torches. As the light of the fire dispelled the darkness, Snow discovered that it was a small secret room. In the very center of the chamber is a platform made of stone slabs. There are also rings at the four corners of the platform that hold iron chains together, and on the wall to the left of the platform, hang a wide variety of torture instruments. On the right is a small iron secret door. The atmosphere in this secret room was extremely oppressive, and at the same time, there was a faint smell of blood.

"It's a torture chamber." Abra said.

At this moment, the sound of chains colliding sounded again, and because of the space problem, the sound was a little empty. Snow and the others turned their heads to see that the sound was coming from inside the secret door.

Abra motioned Snow to back off, and he crept to the secret door, and pushed hard with his hand, but the iron door did not move at all.

"There's a deadbolt inside?" Abra looked down and examined it closely, and there were no locks on the iron door other than a olecranon-shaped handle.

"No, it's supposed to be a prisoner here, and a prisoner is going to lock himself in." Snow shook his head and whispered in rejects.

The people in the darkroom seemed to hear the voices of the two of them, and the sound of the chains rubbing was louder.

Abra pressed his shoulders against the iron gate, gathered all his strength, and pressed forward with the weight of his body, but the iron gate did not respond.

"Mayor Town, if it weren't for the deadbolt inside, then this iron gate would be at least three feet thick, and it wouldn't have been opened at all without three or five strong people working together." Abra said depressedly: "What is this viscount doing with such a thick iron gate? You can't just add a lock. ”

Snow stepped forward and looked at it carefully, raised his hand to grab the doorknob, pulled it out, and the iron door opened in response.

"This door is not pushed." Snow couldn't help but roll his eyes as he looked at Abra.

Abra almost fell headlong, and it took a long time for the iron door to be pulled open.

Snow took the torch from Abras's hand and shone it into the chamber. A standing figure appeared in front of Snow. Perhaps stimulated by the bright light, the man struggled quickly, but his arms and legs were chained and he couldn't break free.

When he saw the torture chamber and the secret door, Snow guessed what prisoners were locked up in the dark room. Although I was prepared, I was still taken aback.

In order to save his face, Abra pretended to have the courage to go into the dark room and light the torches on the walls.

This time Snow finally saw clearly, the scope of this dark room was not small, forty or fifty squares. In the very center of the dark room, a pure iron cross was cast, to which a young man in a tattered robe was tied.

Thumb-thick chains wrapped heavily around the youth's limbs at one end, and fastened to the left and right walls with the other. And there was a white rope around his neck. The rope sank deep into the flesh of his neck, and the pressure on his Adam's apple made him let out a beastly hoarse growl.

The young man had light linen shoulder-length hair, and his originally handsome facial features were full of hideousness at this time. His eyes were bloodshot, and he glared at Snow and Abra with hatred in his eyes. At the same time, his limbs writhed uncontrollably, trying to break free from the iron chains on his body and the white rope around his neck.

Snow could clearly feel the aura of danger emanating from the youth. He unconsciously raised the long sword in his hand, as if only in this way could he feel a little safe.

Abra was also taken aback by the scene in front of him, and came to Snow, watching the young man's every move nervously.

All this in front of us is full of weirdness and irrationality.

The manpower and financial resources required to dig and build such a large space underground can be imagined. According to the practice of ordinary nobles, the secret room built with such great effort must have been used to store gold, silver and jewelry. Prisoners can be put in prison, so why build a dark room. But Viscount Tehuasu did just that, and there was only one prisoner in this dark room.

And Snow noticed that the young man's robe was bloodstained and all holes, and he was obviously severely punished. But on the surface, the young man's spirit is very high, and he does not look like a person who is about to die of an injury. Also, what surprised Snow the most was the white rope around the young man's neck, looking at the tightness of the rope, ordinary people would have been strangled to death a long time ago. But the young man didn't look like he was going to lose his breath, he just couldn't make a sound.

"Mayor Town, I don't think something is quite right, let's go out first." Abra suggested again.

Snow held back the panic in his heart, waved his hand and said, "Wait a minute, I'll ask him a few words." ”

Snow had an intuition in his heart that the identity of this young man was very unusual.