This is a very ordinary house, so ordinary that anyone who walks past this house will avoid it, because there is a vomiting smell from inside, and most people will omit this ordinary house under their subconscious choice.

Today, however, it was an accident, a man dressed in shabby clothes with an unknown number of patches, just like the poor people who could be seen everywhere on the streets running around for the tirelessness of life.

However, looking at his physique, tall and mighty figure, and shabby clothes, I don't know how strong explosiveness is hidden underneath. The complexion is ruddy, and I don't know how many times redder than ordinary people.

He came to this house with a heavy face, hesitated for a moment, and made a firm face, as if he was about to knock on the door of unknown fate, and raised his hand to knock on this dilapidated door that had been silent for a long time.

Knock knock, knock knock, knock!

After knocking on the door a few times with intermittent intervals and different rhythms, he stopped knocking, his hands drooping naturally, and although there was no reaction from inside the door, he still stood outside the door and waited.

Click!

After a while, a crack opened in the silent door, and he glanced around at no one, and then he flashed inside.

As soon as he entered the door, he covered his head without knowing something, and Drunk Qingfeng subconsciously clenched his fists, but thinking of the purpose of this trip, he didn't take any action.

But he still didn't give up clenching his fists, still on guard against possible danger.

"Relax! It's a must-have experience to get started. A low and hoarse voice came from the side, and Drunk Qingfeng was stunned when he heard this, he didn't expect that there would be some kindness in this organization, and then nodded invisibly.

The man next to him seemed to see his nod, and said with some disapproval: "Hehe, don't think that the next thing will be fine, look at your kid today, if your kid can survive in the next hell, then I can also make a good fate." ”

After this low voice was finished, Drunk Qingfeng was suddenly stuffed with a small thing by a rough hand in his hand, and his heart was shocked, and he silently clenched the things under his hand.

Now that he knew very little about the situation, and it was definitely full of unknown dangers, there was a ready-made source of information in front of him, and it seemed that he wanted to form a good relationship with him, so he immediately wanted to find out a little more information about it.

But this man didn't seem to want to talk to him any more, and after coming a certain distance, it seemed that he had arrived in a special area.

"Let's go down!"

The owner of the gloomy voice stepped directly on the back of the drunken Qingfeng, and was caught off guard, the drunken Qingfeng fell forward suddenly, and he stretched out his hands in a panic, trying to prevent himself from falling face to the ground and splashing blood.

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However, what he didn't expect was that there seemed to be a cliff in front of him, and Drunk Qingfeng did not hold the ground with his hands as expected, but fell directly down.

Luckily, this is not a vertical ground, but a slope, and the drunken breeze calmly maintains its balance during the fall, but fortunately, this slope is relatively flat and does not cut the wound and bleed.

The slope was not long, and Drunken Qingfeng quickly slipped to the bottom, and there was a layer of softer sand underneath, coupled with Drunken Qingfeng's forced physique and calm way of doing things, he did not suffer any damage, but only cut a few holes.

Drunk Qingfeng ripped the things off his head, and it turned out to be just an ordinary broken sack, with some unknown powder remaining on it, which looked a little disgusting.

Drunken Qingfeng frowned, and focused on the surrounding environment, which was so dark that people thought that it had gone from day to night in an instant, and torches were lit everywhere to disperse the blackness.

If you look up, it's underground! It was full of dirt that had been stepped on under his feet, and this hidden thorn organization had opened up such a deep space underground, no wonder it had never been able to find where such a huge organization was hidden in Luoyang, and there was no trace of it.

Drunk Qingfeng looked around, there was only bare loess, in front of him was a two-meter-wide path illuminated by torches, and behind was a slope that slid down all the way, there were no torches illuminated on it, and there was no light in sight, and it was obvious that he couldn't go back.

The drunken breeze swept away the dirt brought down from his body and walked forward calmly.

This path was winding all the way, and at the end of the road, Drunk Qingfeng didn't know whether he was going all the way forward or going in circles, which made him want to rely on his memory to judge where he was in Luoyang, and the plan to find the hidden lair was broken.

There was always an end to the road, and he quickly found a place, and in front of him was an iron door with no handles or anything, apparently only opening from the other side.

Drunk Qingfeng walked to the door, thinking about how to open the door, when suddenly the door opened automatically.

The iron door opened slowly, and it was certain that it was a heavy door that was not easy to open.

"Go this way." A middle-aged man in a black tightsuit appeared in front of him, said expressionlessly, and then turned and walked away.

Drunk Qingfeng didn't know the situation, so he could only follow him forward.

Entering the gate, there is a thick chain attached to the iron door, and on the other side of the iron door is a wooden turntable, and the other end of the chain is tied to it.

After the drunken breeze came in, the three big men pushed the iron door, making a creaking sound, and the iron door slowly closed with the rotation of the chains.

Drunk Qingfeng came back to his senses and kept up with the pace of the tight middle-aged, the tight-fitting middle-aged man was in a hurry, as if coming to take him this newcomer was a very wasteful action of his time, and the drunken Qingfeng only had time to scan the surrounding environment when he followed his actions.

"Go in, this is where you will live in the future, don't look for me if there is anything, adapt to it yourself, I'm done with what I should say, but I emphasize again, don't mention me if you have something, otherwise don't blame me for being polite." The tight-fitting middle-aged man said the warning coldly, and left by himself.

Although Drunk Qingfeng was a little curious, he still didn't care about the tight-fitting middle-aged words, but turned around and looked at the 'house' in front of him where he would live for a long time in the future.

"It's really average!"

It's a row of bars like prisons on the outside, and inside are small caves, isolated from the side, but they show everything from the front, and there is no privacy.

There were also people dressed in the same costumes as the middle-aged man in black beside him, all of whom were like lone wolves.

Drunk Qingfeng took a look, walked into his room, took the only key left by the tight-fitting middle-aged man, opened the prison-like door, and walked in.