"Failed. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info" A young man dressed in black took a breath and put down his hand that was still exercising just now.

His eyes were a little flustered and a little numb, and he hung his head as he spoke, for he knew very well what was coming.

"Smack!" As expected, the man in black was beaten in the face and slapped hard, and a crisp sound resounded through the dungeon.

The black-clad man's lips were broken, and blood oozed from the corners of his mouth.

"Rubbish! What else can you do? The man sitting next to him scolded angrily. The man was not tall, his eyes were a little close, the skin on his face was mottled like orange peel, he wore a robe covered with black veil, a red belt around his waist, and a purple wrench on his thumb. This person is none other than Ning Tian, the patriarch of the Ning clan.

"Patriarch forgiveness!" The man in black knelt on one knee and said in a panic. "Get out!" Ning Tian waved his hand impatiently, and the waste next door will be handed over to you.

"Yes!"

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Head, it hurts.

The iris opened her eyes in a daze, only to find that her eyes were blindfolded and she didn't see anything. Her hands and feet were bound by chains, and she couldn't break free, and she gave up after a few struggles.

She could feel herself in a confined space, cold and damp, with an indescribable stench of rancid and bloody in the air. She wasn't wearing much, and she was already shivering a little, her back clinging to the stone wall, and unknown insects crawling around her body, itching, but she couldn't shake it off.

Suddenly, a big hand reached over and rudely ripped off the cloth on Calamus's eyes, and Calamus was so bright that she couldn't open her eyes for a moment, as if there were countless needles pierced in her eyelids, and she narrowed her eyes slightly, and only then could she see the appearance of this dungeon clearly.

It turned out that this dungeon was not as dark as she imagined, but it was dazzlingly bright, and there were countless white candles in the dungeon, and the bright gunpowder was dancing unevenly, and there was an evil smell.

"I don't like the dark." Ning Tian kindly explained on the side.

"I don't like ..... either," Calamus said. In this situation, the two of them were like two acquaintances who had not seen each other for many years, chatting so calmly. Ning Tian smiled slightly, snapped his fingers lightly, and a terrible scream suddenly sounded next door.

Calamus trembled slightly with fright, she bit her lip and tried her best to hide her uneasiness, but Ning Tian still saw her fear in Calamus's trembling eyes.

"Do you want to see what's going on next door?" Ning Tian said empathetically. His eyes glowed with a cold glow like sharp blades, and Calamus seemed to hear the humming sound of the sword spreading out like waves of water as it unsheathed.

"No, I'm not curious." Calamus smiled and met Ning Tian's scrutinizing eyes: "Patriarch Ning didn't come to chat with me so hard to tie me up."

"Miss Xia is really smart," Ning Tian said with a smile: "I am not talented, but I have a moment to ask for it, but we must wait for the next door to be quieter, and we can talk in detail."

The terrible cries from the next door rose higher and higher like the waves of the sea, and pierced into Calamus's mind like a sharp blade, piercing her soul. Stubbornly not allowing herself to panic, she lowered her eyes to stare at the moss in the corner of the dungeon—where lay a dead rat that had shriveled up, its eyes showing its powerlessness before death, just as she did now.

She didn't know if she would die here like this, she didn't even have a chance to struggle, would Yeonmei find herself, would he?

She and Yeonmei had never been separated like this, she was quiet, always sitting at home waiting for Yeonmi to come back to her—she didn't move, so no matter how much Yeonmi ran, they would eventually meet. But now, she is no longer in place, can Yanmei find her trace?

"Patriarch Ning doesn't need to make these excuses, if you want to intimidate me, there is really no need for this. I am now a fish and meat, and Patriarch Ning is a sword, so why should Patriarch Ning suppress me spiritually? Calamus looked up.

Ning Tian didn't speak, just looked at her. Calamus could see the hard lines on his face as he pursed his lips slightly, and he opened his lips and said in a gentle voice, "I didn't mean to scare you, Miss Xia, but because—" He lowered his voice and said, "-- It's best to peel human skin raw and make it into a puppet......."

"What did you say?!" Calamus's eyes widened in fright, and the chains on her body made a clanging sound. She shrank back and asked, "Why do you want to listen to me?"

"Because I have a request for Miss Xia." Ning Tian said slowly: "I heard that this ignorant thing was disrespectful, and he hurt Miss Xia in private, so I deliberately peeled his skin and apologized to Miss Xia."

"How can you be so cruel, how can you commit such a cruel act!" Calamus's lips trembled. She finally understood that the voice next door had been screaming miserably for a long time, and now her breath was faint. It turned out to be Ning Huang's.

She hated Ning Huang, but she never thought of putting him to death! The man in front of him speaks and acts gently, but his heart is so vicious, cold-blooded and ruthless!

"He is a disciple of your Ning clan, how did you do it? Isn't he the leader of your Ning clan? How could you kill Ning Huang so cruelly! Calamus rebuked.

"I thought you could be calm all the time. Ning Huang has no one in his eyes, he has always been arrogant, and he lost the face of the Ning family in the written test, and according to the rules of the Ning clan, he should be executed. However, for the sake of Miss Xia's face-" Ning Tian sneered, snapped his fingers again, and the screams next door stopped abruptly, and a man in black stepped forward, Ning Tian ordered: "Give him a good time." The man in black nodded yes and turned to leave.

"Wait a minute!" Calamus suddenly stopped the man in black. The man in black froze and stood still. Calamus was surprised to find that the man in black was short in stature, like a child, and the way he walked and the voice he spoke were so familiar.

"Just turn your head." Calamus seemed to know something, and said with a wry smile. The man in black froze, his body trembled slightly, his hands were stained with blood, dripping down - it was Ning Huang's blood.

"Miss Xia asks you to turn around, and you turn around. Miss Xia is our guest of honor, so she won't be lazy. "Yes." The man in black answered, and turned around without hesitation, his face was covered, only two eyes were exposed, he didn't dare to look at the face of the calamus, and lowered his head slightly.

"You...... Take off the mask. Calamus commanded again.

The man in black listened, hesitated, meekly raised his hand, and took off the mask on his face.