If someone else stirs up the situation, even if the god of war speaks, Kyle's special status may not give that person face. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 But Rudolph is different, this old man with a rickety body and cloudy eyes is the old patriarch of the Barton family, and he doesn't know how many years he has lived, if Ron is here, he is afraid that he will call the old man "ancestor".

The Barton family is the host of the banquet, Kyle is far away as a guest, and the old man of the Barton family came out to persuade him in person, no matter how domineering he is, it is not easy to save the face of the old family owner.

"After the banquet, I'll wait for you at the corner of the West Building." Kyle put away his offensive stance, took off the dress that had been shot through by the bullet and threw it on the seat, he glanced at Wu Ming slantedly, and said coldly, "Don't worry, I won't let others come out to interfere in this fight, as long as you dare to fight." ”

Wu Ming was silent, he stuck the ice gun in his hand diagonally on the ground, and stretched out his hand to signal the old man to lead the way.

Kyle gritted his teeth in the back, throwing his clothes on the ground in anger, and could only helplessly look at the backs of Wu Ming and Carol who were going away with the old man.

As soon as Wu Ming and the three of them left, the hall began to play passionate and cheerful music again, and all the distinguished guests toasted to each other, dancing that should be danced, talking about business when it was time to talk about business, everything that had just happened seemed to exist only in a dream.

Only Katie looked indifferently in the direction where Wu Ming was going, and beside her, Du Xiaobo was flirting with several aristocratic daughters.

"Cut." Looking at Du Xiaobo, who never left her, Katie snorted lightly and turned around and walked to the courtyard outside.

Du Xiaobo immediately stopped flirting with a few daughters and followed closely behind Katie.

Out of the main building in the center of the castle, the old man walked towards the west guest room with his hands behind his back, without the slightest intention of chatting with Wu Ming and Carol, Wu Ming and Carol glanced at each other when they saw this, and did not raise any objections to this.

The atmosphere suddenly became oppressive.

It is said that it is a guest room, and the building on the west side is not much worse than the grandeur of the main building, with the same high-rise cold windows, and a corridor three or four people wide between the square foundations, but compared to the main building, the house here is more old, and the pale door is covered with rust, and it is a place that is rarely used.

Several private guards guarding the building took out the keys and stepped forward to open the door, and a stream of dust mixed with musty smell rushed towards him, Wu Ming frowned slightly, not knowing why the old man brought them to this place to meet guests.

However, when he entered the house and saw the scene in front of him, he quickly understood the reason.

The corners of the walls on both sides of the empty house were filled with all kinds of torture instruments: whips of various lengths coated with "spices", brackets with hemp rope, cages with iron spikes cast inside, iron basins glued with honey, masks covered with blades...... In the middle of the various torture instruments is a long square walkway, which is flanked by countless cells, and at a glance the cells are full of ragged and scarred prisoners. Most of these prisoners were blinded and skinny as skeletal specimens, and the pain and torture they suffered in prison was immense just by looking at the festering wounds.

Due to the dimness in the corridor, Wu Ming could only see the figures in a few nearby cells slightly, and as soon as he frowned, the old man's deep voice sounded in his ears.

"Turn on the lights."

One of the guards reached out and tapped the corner of the wall three times in a regular manner, and the iron armor covering the palm of his hand collided with the stone wall with a strange sound, and then the entire corridor was illuminated by lights.

Wu Ming subconsciously used his hand to cover his eyes for a second before he opened his eyes and looked at the source of the light. I saw a beautiful woman with pale skin standing between every two cells. The women were of different appearances, plump and thin, and they all maintained the same posture: their legs together and their knees bent, their left hands in front of their abdomen, their right hands hanging above their heads, and their eyes looking down at the ground.

The sudden light of the lamp came from the tray held by the right hand of the women hanging above their heads.

Wu Ming was about to lament the luxury of the aristocracy, and even the servants in charge of holding the lamps in the prison cells were such beautiful women, but he immediately found incongruity in the many women - these women were beautiful, but their complexions were excessively white. What's even more bizarre is that their pupils are dull, and their chests do not rise and fall without any fluctuations, which look like human sculptures, but they are more realistic than sculptures when recognized with the naked eye.

"Scum."

Carol beside her turned pale, gritted her teeth and held Wu Ming's sleeve.

"Master Adam, Miss Carroll, welcome to our Barton family's prison." Ron Barton walked in through the door with a smile on his face, and with a snap of his fingers, the two guards behind him slammed the iron shut tightly, plunging the gloomy building into darkness, except for the lights in the hallway flickering slightly.

"Let me introduce you to both." Ron gracefully walked up to the two of them, took out a silk white tissue and wiped his hands, pointed to the torture instruments all over the ground, and said, "The prison has a history of more than a hundred years in our Patton family, and more than 5,000 people in the entire town have entered this place in more than a hundred years, of which more than 3,000 have been tortured to death, more than 2,000 have died by biting their tongues and hitting the wall, and less than one percent of them have survived the punishment and have been released from prison, and then have become the most loyal lackeys of our Patton family. ”

Seeing Carol turn her head away in disgust, a satisfied smile appeared on Ron's face, he walked to the corner of the wall, found a thorny rattan coated with chili oil, waved it in the air a few times, looked at Wu Ming and the two jokingly, "Starting with the slightest punishment, which of you will try it first?" ”

"I'm curious......" Wu Ming, who had not spoken since entering the room, finally spoke for the first time in the face of the slender rattan, "You deliberately showed us this prison to want something from us, right?" Expose all the old bottoms of the Barton family and let us know, what do you really want? Legendary spears? The territory of the Gilbert family? Still is...... Just want the lives of the two of us? ”

Wu Ming's voice echoed in the empty hallway, and Ron and Rudolph glanced at each other when they heard this, and the old and the young laughed in unison.

Wu Ming frowned.

"Are you stupid, or are you stupid to me?" Ron found a bench specially used for electrocution in the torture instrument and sat down, and by the way, he also crossed Erlang's legs, "Do you really think what you did can hide from us?" ”

Ron waved his hand, and the guard who remained in the room walked to the third cell on the right, picked up the oil canister lamp in the woman's hand, and brought the light close to the front of the cell door. Wu Ming and Carol looked along the light, but saw three prisoners in their forties and fifties lying in the dungeon, one of whom still had fresh whip marks on his body.

Even though these people were now as thin as skinny, Wu Ming and Carol still recognized their identities at a glance.

The three of them were the Canglong nobles who walked with Wu Ming and the others on the day of the alien siege! (To be continued.) )