Looking at Liu Changfeng, who looked indifferent, Wang Qingshan said coldly:

"Your people can take it away, but you can't take me and Lord Zhumen. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo”

"Okay."

Liu Changfeng stared at him and replied without thinking.

Wang Qingshan didn't say anything more! took Liu Changfeng, Nalambo, Wen Qilin and others and walked towards the dungeon together.

The dungeon is where important suspects are kept, built underneath the entire barracks prison, and guarded by seriously ill guards along the way.

When the guarded barracks saw Wang Qingshan being escorted, they all stood there dumbfounded, and finally, under Wang Qingshan's signal, everyone passed through the passage along the way smoothly.

When everyone came to the gate of the underground palace, they were stunned to find that this underground palace was originally rebuilt from an ancient tomb.

"Say, how do you open the door?"

Tang Dao was behind Wang Qingshan and shouted loudly.

After Wang Qingshan heard this, he did not answer Tang Dao's words, but turned his head and said to Liu Changfeng:

"Uncle Shi, I hope you talk count."

"Don't bother, let the people inside open the dungeon door."

Nalambo said impatiently.

He didn't want to let himself spend a moment in this stinking place, not to mention that his granddaughter was still being held inside.

Wang Qingshan turned his head and said:

"If you want me to have people open the door to the dungeon, take your knife away."

After speaking, he raised his head and glanced at him, this Tang Dao who gave himself all kinds of care along the way.

After Tang Dao glanced sideways at everyone, he didn't speak, so he put down the short knife on Wang Qingshan's neck.

"Hmph"

Wang Qingshan lowered his head and snorted coldly at Tang Dao, and walked towards the old gate.

I saw Wang Qingshan walk to the door of the dungeon master, pull the shop hand on the stone door, and then hear the "creaking" sound of the machine spring turning in the dungeon.

At the same time, the stone door of the dungeon was also slowly pushed open towards the dungeon, and in an instant, a pungent stench rushed from the dungeon.

Nalambo frowned, and as soon as he smelled the stench, he immediately scolded angrily:

"Bastard."

After saying that, he rushed into the dungeon.

Nalambo, who rushed into the dungeon, saw the scene in the dungeon clearly, and suddenly looked dumbfounded, looking surprised, and raised his head to look at the scene in front of him in a daze.

When the people inside also rushed to the dungeon, they were also shocked by the scene in front of them, and they also looked at the scene in front of them blankly.

The dungeon was about a dozen acres in size, and was surrounded by arm-thick iron fences, in which those who were captured were imprisoned.

The terrible thing is that those who were imprisoned were all tied to stone pillars with iron fences, and they were stuffed with something in their mouths, so that people could not make a sound.

The most surprising thing now is that this iron fence is full of eerie white bones, squeaking and swaying from side to side with the gusts of wind in the dungeon, which makes people feel a chill down their spines after looking at it.

However, if you want to come to the fence now, you must pass through a dark river at your feet, and the water in the dark river is extremely turbid, and there is a foul smell in the middle, which is extremely pungent.

The pontoon bridge on the dark river had already been pulled to the other side at this time, and next to the pontoon bridge that had been pulled over, there were small houses that looked like they were made of iron sheets.

From the window of the room, you can clearly see that the light is on inside, and at this time Wang Qingshan opened his mouth and shouted loudly:

"Uncle Yan, put down the pontoon, we have to go over."

For some reason, after Liu Changfeng heard the sound, his expression suddenly trembled, and then he saw him take out the ink flute in his hand and blow it melodiously.

After everyone heard the flute, they all turned their heads sideways involuntarily and looked at Liu Changfeng in confusion.

What's the situation?

Wang Qingshan couldn't help muttering in his heart.

Now it was not only Wang Qingshan who muttered in his heart, but even everyone standing on the side couldn't help muttering in his heart.

"Old fellow, even if you want to express your feelings, you have to see the current situation clearly!"

Nalambo said with a blow on his beard and a glaring face.

Just when everyone was stunned and watched Liu Changfeng blowing the flute, a sloppy old man came out of the opposite room, and the old man dragged the iron shackles under his feet and slowly walked to the pontoon bridge.

At this time, I saw the old man on the opposite side staring at Liu Changfeng who was blowing the ink flute with an abnormal expression, and after a long time, the old man said in a hoarse voice:

"Righteousness and light lead the dark road, and it is difficult to distinguish between benevolence, righteousness and morality."

After Liu Changfeng heard the sound, his expression trembled even more, and he hurriedly put down the flute on his lips and said loudly:

"The next family under the Yin and Yang Sect, Qimen Dunjia is determined."

When the old man on the other side heard this, he was even more staggered, if it weren't for the iron fence behind him, the old man almost fell to the ground.

"You are?"

The old man asked hurriedly towards Liu Changfeng.

"Liu Changfeng."

Liu Changfeng replied with a trembling body.

When the old man heard this, he was even more shocked, and asked in a choked voice:

"You're a little madman?"

Liu Changfeng's eyes were red and he said:

"Uncle Yan, I'm a little madman, why are you here?"

The old man didn't reply, dragged the iron cable under his feet, and slowly lowered the pontoon bridge beside him.

When everyone came to the old man's side, they really saw the old man's face.

He had messy silver hair, and his face was already full of wrinkles, but fortunately, the old man had a pair of deep eyes.

The old man dragged the heavy iron rope under his feet, took Liu Changfeng's hand with trembling hands, and said in a low voice:

"Little madman, why are you here?"

Looking at the old man's miserable appearance, Liu Changfeng couldn't help but burst into tears, and then said tremblingly:

"Uncle Shi, I'm picking up these children inside."

After speaking, he pointed to the people in the iron fence.

After hearing this, the old man suddenly turned around and stared at Wang Qingshan on the side and said:

"Aoyama, what the hell is going on?"

At this time, Wang Qingshan was already so frightened that he lost his soul bones, and his whole body was squatting on the iron fence, completely pretending not to hear the old man's words.

"Uncle Shi, what's going on?"

Although Liu Changfeng knew that Wang Qingshan must have deceived his uncle, he still couldn't help but ask.

The old man pointed at Wang Qingshan and said:

"Aoyama told me that those children inside are all traitors to the Yin-Yang Gate."

"Traitor?" Liu Changfeng glanced at the old man in surprise, turned his head to Wang Qingshan and said, "You deceived the old man like this?" ”

Seeing that Wang Qingshan didn't speak, the old man asked Liu Changfeng in confusion:

"Could it be that Aoyama deceived me?"

Liu Changfeng nodded, did not speak, and saw Nalan Bo say with a gloomy face:

"He, Wang Qingshan, is a traitor, and now he is just a lackey of others."

After hearing this, the old man let go of Liu Changfeng's hands, slowly dragged the iron rope to Wang Qingshan and said:

"Aoyama, raise your head, tell me, is what they said true?"

Finally, Wang Qingshan stood up and cried and said:

"Uncle Yan, I can't help it! Who made me work under someone now? ”

"Smack"

A crisp slap sounded.

"The Yin-Yang Gate has been around for thousands of years, how come such a scum as you came out."

The old man said angrily.