As the last door opened, Li Wenyuan only felt a foul and foul-smelling breath suddenly gushing out of the door, approaching the door in front of him. Followed by all kinds of noisy voices coming from inside, the night owl commander who reached out to open the door took out a silk scarf from his waist, handed it to Li Wenyuan in front of him, and said to him:

"His Royal Highness King Tang, the lower official knows that you have killed people on the battlefield and are used to seeing bloody storms, these small scenes must not be able to enter your eyes, but, not to say that it is for your health, but for your good mood, the lower official still advises you, it is better to cover this silk scarf on your mouth and nose, although it is said that it cannot be completely protected, but it is better than nothing."

Li Wenyuan saw that the night owl commander took out another silk scarf with this silk scarf directly over his mouth and nose, so he also followed the example of the night owl commander and covered the silk scarf on his face, revealing only a pair of eyes outside. Then, Li Wenyuan followed behind the night owl commander and stepped directly into the passage space behind the third door.

After walking hundreds of paces along this narrow passage, the road split to the left and right, and after about fifty paces on both sides, it continued to turn forward to form a zigzag, and in the middle was a patio, and on the periphery of the passage were countless prisons.

Li Wenyuan looked around and found that the location of his passage was the top layer of the prison. Then the night owl commander turned his head and said to Li Wenyuan:

"Your Royal Highness the Tang King, this is the secret dungeon you want to visit. This is the end of the task of leading the way, in the next dungeon, you can walk around and watch at will, the lower official will always accompany you, if there is anything unclear, you just ask, the lower official must know everything, and the words are endless. ”

After Li Wenyuan listened to the words of the night owl commander, he also nodded. Then he took the lead in front of everyone and came to the fork in the road, Li Wenyuan looked left and right, and finally turned to the left, and made a half-circle from the passage on the left, preparing to enter the cell on the next floor of the stairs in front of him.

The prisoners on this floor may be due to the relatively light culpability, or it may be because they are too close to the exit, so the distribution of prisoners in the entire cell is very particular. Thinking of this, Li Wenyuan thought to himself: Anyway, it's coming, it's better to inquire about the doorway here, and it's not in vain.

So Li Wenyuan called in, followed by his night owl commander, and asked him in detail, and found out what criteria the prisoners in the dungeon were to be held separately and determine their positions.

After hearing Li Wenyuan's inquiry, the night owl commander stepped forward and pulled Li Wenyuan to the side of the glyph-shaped corridor near the patio, and then pointed to the opposite cell and said to Li Wenyuan:

"Your Royal Highness the Tang King, look. The cells are divided into three floors. Because the top floor is the closest to the passage out, the prisoners on this floor are mainly prisoners who are weak and unable to escape by force.

As for the middle layer, they know some martial arts, but they are not very proficient in learning. In other words, there is only some basic self-defense skills, but there is no kung fu that can control the enemy to death. These people are placed in the middle of the cell because they may break out by force, but the chances are not high, and you look down. ”

Speaking of this, the night owl commander pressed his finger down, pointing straight to the bottom layer of the cell, and motioned for Li Wenyuan to look. Li Wenyuan looked in the direction of the night owl's command, even with Li Wenyuan's eyesight, all he saw was a spark, and he couldn't see the range illuminated by the torch at all, let alone let ordinary people look at the people imprisoned in the bottom cell.

The Night Stalker Commander pressed his finger down to the lowest level of prison, and then said to Li Wenyuan: "Your Royal Highness Tang Wang, the bottom layer, what you see is the cell with the highest threat level to us Night Stalkers in the entire dungeon. You may ask, how can we, as guards, be threatened by prisoners?

It's just that these prisoners in the bottom cell were actually captured by us through some stratagem, and if we didn't rely on the blessing of stratagem, it would be really difficult to capture them.

Just like there is a strong man here, when we captured him in Chang'an City, we also lost a lot of manpower, and finally relied on the anesthetic applied to the dark arrow placed on the side, so that this man as strong as a cow was put to the ground, and we tied him up now, and this is all the way here.

Later, when the prisoners were allowed to go out into the courtyard, the strong man went on a rampage again, beating three of the prisoners next to him, who also lived at the bottom, unconscious, and two were killed on the spot.

And because it was the time to release the wind, the entire patio was almost crowded with people. Therefore, it is unrealistic to put cold arrows on the side and use anesthetics to put him down like before, and we can only rely on us night owls guarding the cell to pounce on him, and use our physical and outnumbered advantages to capture him again.

During this period, there were about six or seven night owls who were beaten by this brawny man and recuperated in bed for two or three months before they could walk on the ground. This person is the king of the prisoners at the bottom of this layer, although among the prisoners in the lowest layer, there are those who are higher than this person, and there are those who are better than this person's martial arts, but it is the so-called one force to ten meetings.

This strong man is not only extremely powerful, and he has not met an opponent in the entire dungeon of the third floor, but he is also full of meat, and when he fights, others give him a fist, but he can only be regarded as an itch. He couldn't make that strong man feel the pain at all, so he became the king of the prisoners on the third underground floor.

However, although it is not advisable for these prisoners to engage in this kind of hierarchical distinction in prison, we have to admit that having such a leader does save us a lot of things. With him there and the rest of the people, they didn't dare to make a mistake, and they didn't even dare to take a breath when the wind was blowing, for fear that the master who would be upset would not be happy, so they would take him over and beat him up, not to mention picking quarrels and provoking trouble, and fighting and brawling. ”