In the dimly lit dungeon, the air was filled with the smell of damp cement mixed with blood.

Surrounded by rusty railings and mossy mud walls in her cell, Flame Spirit Ji woke up from her stupor, surveying her surroundings.

Through the cracks in the fence, she caught a glimpse of the weeds growing in the corners of the wall and the stagnant water in the potholes, and the not-so-clear water, rippling with a trace of bright red, like a washed-away paint, wisps by wisps, deposited at the bottom of the water and slowly spreading.

I don't know how long the fire cabinet is still burning, and it seems that it will never be extinguished; Some of the cells on the opposite side were empty, and some were still inhabited by dying prisoners.

The prisoners here are all young girls with beautiful faces, but these beautiful girls are now hidden in the shadows and motionless, looking at their toes with dull eyes like dead people, and drops of blood falling down the ends of their hair.

Some of them must have just been caught, crying and clinging to the railings, making a sparse sound from the chains on the handcuffs.

Dull footsteps came from afar, the sound getting closer, the screeching sound of shackles slicing across the ground echoed through the corridors, and the Bloody Marquis dragged a girl with her body covered in ice slag from a distance, glancing gently into Flame Lingji's cell.

"Are you awake?" Looking at Flame Spirit Ji, a jumping flame was reflected in the eyes of the Bloody Cloth Hou, and in just a moment, it turned clear again: "Your eyes are very beautiful, but beautiful things often represent danger." ”

Flame Spirit Ji's thin lips moved slightly, as if she wanted to say something, but in the end she didn't make a sound.

A feeling of frustration rose over her, and in a short period of time, her fire magic had lost its effect twice in a row.

The sound of muffled footsteps sounded in the corridor, and it was not until the end of the cell that it stopped, and through the iron bar, the Bloody Marquis and the Flame Spirit Ji looked at each other, and the shadows reflected in the fire cabinet jumped on the face of the alluring city.

"It seems that the person you are waiting for will no longer come." The Blood-Clad Marquis spoke softly, his gaze falling on the vacant cell at the end of the corridor: "Otherwise, maybe he can become the first male prisoner here." ”

Flame Spirit Ji followed the gaze of the Bloody Marquis and saw the dried blood stains in the cell, which were all over every inch of the cell.

She could imagine what had happened to the cell.

"No matter how good the chess pieces are, there will be a day when they will be abandoned, and I have long expected this result." Flame Spirit Ji chuckled lightly and gently leaned her back against the wall of the cell, her tone flirtatious with a hint of disappointment.

yes, it won't come.

She had already thought of the ending, but when it really happened, it still made people care a little.

This is the fate that every chess piece will face in the end, and she has no choice.

"It's a pity to kill such a beautiful chess piece like you."

Bloody Hou's face was calm, but he didn't have any desire when he looked at Flame Spirit Ji's eyes, to him, no matter how beautiful a woman was, she was just a tool for cultivation.

"It's a pity for Master Hou, it's the Baiyue treasure whose whereabouts are unknown."

Flame Spirit Ji pursed her lips, with a touch of charm in her tone, she thought about what she would look like when she faced death, but the difference was that she was extremely calm at this time, it was really calm, and even her mood did not fluctuate too much.

Throughout her life, she has been like a puppet, for the dreams of others, for the hatred of others.

She has never had anything that belongs to her, and those things that really belong to her, the so-called life, and death may be just two words for her.

The so-called death is nothing but the process of entering one state from one state.

There is nothing to be ashamed of when you think about it this way.

"Presumably, you won't tell me the whereabouts of Baiyue's treasure." Bloody Hou's tone didn't fluctuate much, but what was exchanged for Flame Spirit Ji's disdainful response.

Flame Spirit Ji looked at the Bloody Cloth Hou and couldn't help but start laughing, the laughter became more and more wanton, and even a tear appeared in her narrow eyes.

She just felt a little sorry for how she could be caught by such a stupid person.

"From this dungeon, countless girls have been imprisoned, each of them is beautiful, but in the end they all end up in the same way." Looking at the trembling Flame Spirit Ji who was laughing, Bloody Hou's tone was a little cold: "Here, no one can get out alive. ”

"Not necessarily." At this moment, a calm voice sounded from behind the Bloody Cloth.

Hearing the familiar voice, Flame Spirit Ji's eyes lit up slightly, and she looked up at the place where the voice came from.

The black robe was the same as when she first met.

"It's you again, you're here again."

Blood-clothed Hou turned around and looked at Ling Tian's gaze a little gloomy, his words were filled with resentment, making it impossible to hear a trace of artificiality.

In fact, his resentment towards Ling Tian was indeed quite deep.

"Is it worth it for a woman?"

Bloody-clothed Hou's eyes were cold, and the frost on the walls of the cell began to thicken, feeling the rapidly declining warmth around him, and a few fireworks appeared around Flame Spirit Ji, bringing a trace of warmth to this cold cell.

"Fuck off."

Ling Tian took off the Tang knife at his waist, the meaning of the threat was self-evident.

The green tendons pulsed on the pale forehead of the Bloody Cloth Hou, and an unrivaled power pressed against him, making his body tremble.

As if forced by Ling Tian's strength, the Bloody Marquis gritted his teeth and stepped out of the cell without saying a word.

A white flame swept over the iron bar, and the iron bar began to melt, only to be burned out of a fault in an instant.

Flame Spirit Ji walked out of the prison, her beautiful eyes wandering around Ling Tian's body, with a hint of suspicion.

'Smack! ’

As she passed by Bloody Hou's side, Flame Spirit Ji raised her palm and slapped Bloody Hou's cheek.

A flash of annoyance flashed in the eyes of the Bloody Clothed Hou, who was quickly suppressed, and watched Flame Spirit Ji leave, his face gloomy.

"You saved me again, this time, for something."

Walking to Ling Tian's side, Flame Spirit Ji's voice was soft, and her eyes were full of different colors.

She didn't believe that Ling Tian had no other intention to save her three times and twice.

This guy saved her either for money, or for sex, or something else.

Baiyue people have always been able to recognize reality.

"Is this reason enough for you?"

With a smile on Ling Tian's face, Chong Flame Lingji stretched out his hand, he was very direct, and he didn't intend to hide what he meant.

Flame Spirit Ji froze for a moment, and a beautiful smile bloomed from her cheeks.

"Of course, little man."

Ling Tian touched the residual temperature on his face, chuckled, and led the Flame Spirit Ji to walk out of the prison, and the moment he walked out of the dungeon, he quietly put his hand behind his back and stretched out a thumb.

Seeing Ling Tian's movements, the Blood-clothed Marquis turned his head to glance at the melted iron bar, the expression on his face still bitter.