As a city, there is inevitably a ruling body. Under the ruling apparatus, there is a machine of violence. Prisons are indispensable in all sectors of the machinery of violence.

"This prison is special." Zhou Qingfeng stretched out his hand to disassemble the rotten wooden plank, and a black hole appeared at the bottom of the pit. There was an extremely cold, turbid air in the cave, with a strong earthy smell. After half a sniff, he felt tightness in his chest and shortness of breath, and his mind was dizzy.

The air in the pit was not good, so Zhou Qingfeng had to avoid one or two, and climbed outside the pit with great difficulty and waited for a long time. Outside the pit was the woods he had fallen into, and he tied a torch, lit it with flint, and continued to explore the remains of the pit.

"Why would elves turn their city into a dungeon? And why leave such a pit? Zhou Qingfeng returned to the bottom of the pit with a torch, and he made a rough estimate, with a drop of more than ten meters and a slope of more than 30 degrees.

It was also fatal to fall in and not break your neck.

"Elves are all perverts with a habit of cleanliness, what's the point of having a dungeon? They often do things that don't really matter. Ciric replied, "As for the pit, this is a prison after all, and those who are imprisoned in it may have escaped from here and dug it." ”

"You're saying that when the prison sank beneath the arcane, there were still living people inside?"

"Who knows? Although I am omniscient and omnipotent, I don't pay attention to what every reptile is doing. ”

There are torches, which can indicate the air quality of the black hole at the bottom of the pit. Zhou Qingfeng drove the torch deep into the black hole to ensure that the flame still burned, and at the same time illuminated the inner space—it was a rather strange world, dim, gloomy, and gray.

"Ciric, are you sure this is a prison?"

"What do you think the elven prison looks like? Walls covered with blood hooks, soldering iron basins burning with charcoal, torture racks with a fishy smell, prison prisons with wandering ghosts? Elves don't have any of that. Besides, you're standing on the roof of a prison. ”

Zhou Qingfeng jumped from the broken black hole, and with a thud on the ground, there was a layer of floating soil under his feet. He startled himself and asked in a panic, "Why did I come to explore an elven prison?" Is there anything good here? ”

"I thought this would be a temple of elves, and you can find something good for you to use as a reward for believing in me."

Who knew you kid was too troublesome, and this place wasn't a temple. As for what will be in this place, I don't know. ”

Zhou Qingfeng couldn't hear any annoyance in Ciric's tone, and was even more speechless at the cheekiness of this madman. He walked back and forth in the black hole with a torch, making sure he was in an attic. Ciric was right, he did come in from the rooftop.

The attic space is not small, and the hole where Zhou Qingfeng came in was indeed piled with a large amount of mud, and he stepped on the pile of mud when he jumped down. The entrance to the building was randomly blocked with several wooden boards, and the outside was plastered as a cover.

"I'm now sure that someone in this prison has escaped, and the dirt in the attic was left behind by digging holes," said Ciric. The escapees deliberately covered up the entrance to the cave, and seemed to be planning to return. But it was clear that he was gone. ”

"Actually, I'm weird, how do you look at the roof and think it's a prison?" Zhou Qingfeng found an open gray wooden door in the attic. Behind the door is also a black hole, deep and dead.

"Because I can sense that there is a statue of Corellon, the elven patron saint, three floors down. In buildings with different functions, the statues of gods have different forms. Here, Corellon looked angry and had a sense of punishment. So here is the prison. ”

"Are there any terrible monsters there?"

"I didn't find it."

"Well, I'll believe you. Now that I'm here, I'm going to explore. I remind you again, if you kill me, you will also be killed. ”

Zhou Qingfeng held the torch and walked behind the gray wooden door of the attic. Except for the crackling of torches, only the sound of footsteps and the beating of his heart accompanied him. He quickly found the stairs and spiraled down, leaving the entire underground ruins dead and deserted, with nothing left.

Well, it's not nothing.

There are numerous murals depicting gods and forests on the walls, and oil lamps hang from the ceiling. The floor was covered with a thick carpet, but it had faded and broken with age, and it would tear a lot when you stepped on it.

"It's not a big prison. And I didn't see the prison. Zhou Qingfeng came down from the attic to the hall on the first floor. He saw the angry face statue of the elven patron saint in the middle of the hall, and he was curious for a long time.

"Silver Leaf City has always been coveted by adventurers, and many thieves want to make a fortune here, but few succeed. This is not a prison for elves, it should be a prison for outsiders.

With elf pride, they would not allow strangers to live in their city, so this prison was not set up in Silverleaf City. As for the prison, you'll have to look for the basement first. ”

The basement isn't hard to find, just behind the statue of Corellon. The entrance was closed by a simple magic circle, but it had been ineffective for a long time. However, the rusted iron door at the entrance blocked Zhou Qingfeng outside, and the keyhole was blocked, and it couldn't be opened at all.

There was nothing good in the entire prison building, so Uncle Zhou was counting on going to the basement to take a look. But he couldn't do anything about the heavy iron door, and kicked the iron door hard in anger.

There was a clang, and the sound of crashing echoed throughout the gloomy prison. Dust was falling from the ceiling, and the wall skin was falling. Zhou Qingfeng didn't expect this noise to be so loud, so he hurriedly covered his ears.

Ciric exclaimed, "Stand back, there's something in the basement approaching you." ”

Hearing the warning, Zhou Qingfeng ran away like a rabbit. But before he could run far, a white shadow sprang out directly from behind the thick iron door, and pounced with teeth and claws.

An angry and irritable voice rushed directly into Uncle Zhou's head, "Who is disturbing my long sleep?" ”

Hell!

Uncle Zhou regretted dying, he really only hated that he didn't have a few more legs, and he ran desperately with a step. But no matter how fast he was, he couldn't see the white ghost that could pass through the wall, and a ray of negative energy was about to cut off his life......

"Keep your head down, roll over." Ciric shouted.

Zhou Qingfeng rolled on the spot, and the negative energy ray grazed his scalp, hitting a woodblock print hanging on the wall. It was a drawing board carved out of oak wood, which was eroded by negative energy and immediately became soft and fell like dust.

"Ciric, didn't you say there was no danger here? Hurry up and figure it out. Zhou Qingfeng turned over and jumped up and continued to escape.

Ciric also shouted, "You are not my believer, and I can't use your body to cast spells. ”

"You evil god wants to trap me again, and I know that you have brought me in to be uneasy and kind." Zhou Qingfeng scolded, but he could only continue to escape, "Either you die together, or you escape, I won't believe you if I die anyway." ”

"It's really not about hurting you this time, it's because my divine power is too weak to find the ghost in the basement. However, this ghost is not powerful, and you should flee to the idol of Corellon now, which is the only safe place in the entire prison. ”

Not strong?

It's not strong relative to your gods.

Lao Tzu feels very strong!

Uncle Zhou was jumped by the chickens and dogs chased by the white ghost, and he was extremely embarrassed. But he didn't listen to Ciric, so he scurried up the stairs from one side of the hall to the other, and jumped back to the idol in the center.

The face of the god of Corellon was angry, and it had long since turned cold after decades of isolation. But just such a statue of the god has become Zhou Qingfeng's shelter, and the white ghost stopped when it rushed three meters away from the statue, but did not leave.

The torches had already fallen during the run, and it was dark all around. Only the white ghost monster in front of him was baring its teeth and claws.

Zhou Qingfeng's heartbeat was more than one hundred and eighteen, and it sounded like a drum. He leaned under the statue and tried to calm down, only to find himself trapped - alas, I was a prisoner in this prison.