We walked for about twenty minutes, and the fire in front of us became brighter and brighter, and suddenly a huge space suddenly appeared in front of us.

This is a rectangular space with an area of at least 500 square meters, and it is not as simple as a stone cave as imagined, but looks very orderly.

The floor and walls are evenly coated with cement, and the level is unusually smooth, just like the interior of a common building on the ground.

If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I would have hardly imagined anyone building a cell of this magnitude deep underground.

To me, the cell had a very simple purpose, nothing more than to keep prisoners, and I couldn't think of any other purpose, let alone why it was built with such care.

The walls were still lined with torches that were constantly dancing and flaming, but they were denser than in the circular square, and the whole prison was as bright as day.

In the light of the fire, I saw a wide corridor in the middle of the room, lined with neat rows of cages on either side of the corridor.

Yes, it wasn't the iron cell that was fixed to the ground as is common in prisons, but an iron cage with pulleys at the bottom, like the animals that are loaded and transported in a circus.

As far as the eye can see, there are no less than dozens of these iron cages, and each iron cage holds a person. The cages are densely packed, one next to the other, and the big black iron lock hangs on the cage door, which gives people a chilling back.

Seeing us enter, the people in the iron cage were not as excited as they imagined.

I saw that the detainees were all ragged and looked like men. All of us were sitting or lying in iron cages, no one shouted, no one begged us for help, no one even looked at us.

Their empty eye sockets looked straight ahead, and there seemed to be words in their mouths, and some turbid saliva overflowed down the corners of their mouths, which was obviously not the state of normal people.

It is not uncommon for prisoners who have been imprisoned for a long time to have mental abnormalities, but the state of all of them is exactly the same, which makes no sense anywhere, and it can't help but make people frightened.

Michael, Zhu He, and Anna began to search for their imprisoned secret agent, and Tang Jue, worried about his wife and children, also began to search for the whereabouts of their mother and son from one cage to another.

When I looked closely at the detainees, I realized that they were all young men.

Among them, Asians, especially in Southeast Asia, have more faces, and some are typical Europeans and Americans, and even black brothers.

Although they had different skin tones, tallness, shortness, fat and thinness, and lifeless faces, the oldest should not be more than twenty-five years old.

Tang Jue told us before that he said that most of the people imprisoned in the dungeons of the Maid Sect are addicts, and to put it bluntly, they are people who are addicted to Western drugs.

However, he also said that although he knew the way to the dungeon, he had been forbidden to enter it by Blemish, so the addict's words were probably hearsay.

The maid is not a drug rehabilitation center, let alone a social welfare institution, and there is no point in imprisoning people who use drugs.

On the contrary, the mercenaries who fought with us before were the minions of the maid sect, and there were pinholes in eight of the ten arms, as long as they were not fools, they could see that they were addicts who were like fakes.

Besides, these prisoners are too young, and although they all look sluggish, they can't hide the slightest childishness on their bodies. They give me the feeling that they are more like college students who have just graduated and entered the society, which is really impossible to associate with Western poisoners.

The iron cages in which they were held were also strange. The wheels underneath the cages looked like they were stainless steel and were well maintained, clearly the result of constant pushing.

Where will they be pushed aside from this dungeon? What are you going to do?

I walked over to an iron cage containing a young man who looked like a Chinese man with clear eyebrows. I knocked on the lock that held the cage door and tried to talk to him.

He drooled, his eyes glazed over, and he didn't react at all, and it was the same for another one.

The prisoners didn't react to me and the fat man, but Anna in the other side quickly caused a commotion.

Wherever she goes, she can trigger countless heart-rending screams.

The prisoners were more like they had seen a monster, shivering in the cage, and some were even frightened to the point of a nervous breakdown, and began to hit the cage with their heads, even if they were bleeding without stopping.

I thought to myself, these prisoners are so weird. Although Anna, a Russian girl, is not a beauty except for her tall figure and white skin, it is true that she is not ugly.

Her appearance, if you score it, is at least 70 points out of 100, and it is definitely a joke to be able to scare people into collapse.

"Xiaobai, look at it......" I was wondering when I saw the fat man pull my hand.

Looking forward along his fingers, I was surprised to find that in front of me and the fat man, there was a little person with a snow-white body!

After careful distinction, I could clearly see that this snow-white figure was a paper figure. It was very small, about the size of my fist, and although it was flat and had no facial features, it was vivid.

Standing on the ground about a meter in front of me and the fat man, it danced and jumped at us, and seemed to make a faint sound similar to a bird's call, obviously trying to get our attention.

Seeing us look at it, the little white paper figure turned around and walked forward with a leap of time......

I looked at the fat man and couldn't make up my mind for a while.

Along the way, we learned the ruthlessness of the maid's teaching, but we never found any traps or traps, and even through the small Buddha hall in the village to the underground altar was extremely smooth.

At this moment, the paper figure that suddenly appeared in the dungeon, could it be that there was some conspiracy waiting for us behind it, which can't help but make people think deeply.

The little white paper figure walked some way forward, and seemed surprised to see that we hadn't followed.

I saw it jump in front of us in three steps and two steps, its hands crossed at the waist, jumping back and forth on one foot in the same place, and its mouth also made a whining sound, as if it was angry.

The way it looked, it amused me and the fat man. The style and image of this little thing have nothing to do with the villain.

Thinking that this dungeon is not too big, and that we have a numerical advantage, we simply follow this little thing and see what kind of moth it can make.

The paper man saw us nodding, so he gave up. It still twisted its hands around its waist and twisted in front of it, and in a blink of an eye it took us to the other side of the dungeon, the bottom of the room.

There are no dense iron cages here, there is a wall in front of us, and nothing else. The paper figure stood in front of the wall, his hands pointing upwards, jumping on his feet, meaning to make us look up.

I searched with the fat man for a long time, and then I found out that there was really a circular protrusion on the wall, like a hidden button.

When I pressed the button, I saw that the wall trembled and slowly descended, and a figure soon appeared inside the wall......