The fact that the torches around me can still be lit is completely beyond my imagination.

It seems to me that these things must have been some years old, and they have long since become rotten.

After all, it's thousands of years old, and if you touch it, it will turn into crumbs.

But I didn't expect that the torch in the torch could still burn.

Moreover, when the flame jumped up, I could see that there were some similar torches around, so I hurriedly ran over and lit all of them.

The bright firelight makes this corridor visible.

On the ground, there is not even the slightest trace of wetness, and it was obviously immersed in the bottom of the lake before, but looking at this appearance, it seems that the lake water has never entered this corridor at all, and it is dry everywhere.

Moreover, there is no feeling of lack of oxygen either.

On the surrounding walls, there are countless dense murals, very old ones.

On the mural, there are a lot of messy human patterns, after all, they are ancient things, and those patterns are very simple.

But you can still see what the patterns represent.

If you look through the patterns, you can only see a picture of a man lying on a wooden board full of nails on the left-hand side.

The rough lines clearly outline the painful distortion and struggle on the person's face, and that kind of appearance only makes people feel a cold to the bone.

There was also a man with ropes tied to his body, limbs and head, all the ropes were pulled by the horses, and someone was beating the horses with whips on the side, and the next picture was of this man with a different head, and the head and limbs were completely pulled off the body by the horses.

There was also a man, tied to a huge pillar, with a fire burning below.

There was also a man lying on top of the guillotine, which fell from the sky and cut off at the waist.

There was also a man kneeling on the ground, next to an executioner with a sharp knife in his hand and a slice of cut meat next to it.

A layer of goosebumps appeared almost uncontrollably on his body, and Su Qingya's faces and I were both filled with fear.

Pale face.

I only felt a burst of coolness on my body constantly coming up.

These murals are creepy and extremely terrifying just by looking at them.

The carvings on it all seem to be ancient punishments, right?

Nailing the bed, splitting the corpse of the five horses, cannon branding, waist chopping, Ling Chi......

This strange environment, coupled with this vaguely vague but has a different sense of clarity, seems to allow us to hear bursts of miserable screams from inside the mural.

That sound seemed to be the worst roar of these torturers.

Compared with these punishments, modern executions have been extremely merciful, and these things are simply inhumane.

It's so fucking scary, what the hell is this place?

Inside, there was an almost uncontrollable suspicion of what exactly this place was.

"It can't be some ancient palace, right?" Su Qingya blinked her eyes and said.

"Your brain is cramping, which emperor is so bad as to carve such a terrifying mural in the palace where he lives? I guess I can't sleep at night. I said angrily, "Could it be some kind of prison cell or something?"

"Possibly, let's keep walking." Su Qingya said.

Su Qingya and I continued to walk forward, and the closer we got to the depths, the more terrifying the mural on it became.

In a trance, it seemed as if blood was constantly seeping from these murals.

This corridor is extraordinarily deep.

Su Qingya and I walked step by step, and I don't know how long it took to finally reach the end of this mural.

In front of him was a wooden door, which was already tattered and looked rotten, and when he pushed it slightly, it instantly turned into powder.

The powder breathed into the nasal cavity, and Su Qingya and I suddenly coughed violently.

After a long time, I gradually adapted to the environment inside, and the fire light from the outside shone in, and we could see that there were some things similar to torches inside, and after lighting all these things, the picture inside finally appeared in front of us.

It's not what I imagined.

In our imagination, this should be a prison cell, or a torture chamber or something.

But as far as the eye could see, there were no torture instruments around, not at all.

In this huge stone room, it was completely empty.

There were no frescoes or anything like that, but in the middle of the stone room, there were some strange seats.

It doesn't look like an ordinary chair, the ancient Taishi chair, but a hole has been dug in the middle, and it looks like the kind used to let the elderly with limited mobility go to the toilet.

Just above the seat, there was a skeleton.

A pale skeleton with a grayish skeletal color.

The skeleton sat silently, motionless.

On the skeleton's body, chains are tied to the chairs on the ground. The head is held in place by an iron hoop.

This skeleton is the only thing in this stone chamber