Iron Slag stepped forward and groped for it, it was a young man, dead for a while, and when he pulled, he emitted a foul smell all over his body. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 After holding back the disgusting smell and throwing the body out, he sat down against the cave wall.

In the deep darkness, he gradually understood why the prison guard would say things like that to him. Deep underground, damp and dark, not a ray of sunlight could penetrate it. In such an environment, it is easy for prisoners to forget the flow of time and slowly turn into a rotten corpse.

"Will you die here?" For the first time, he had doubts, maybe it wouldn't be a few days, and You Ge would get him out. Thinking so, reason told him that this time was different, and that the high-minded being had made up his mind to forget him.

In the dead silence of "Ding Dong ......", only the faint sound of water droplets came from afar, echoing in this empty underground world.

After a long first moment, a shout rang out from nowhere.

"Bed bugs, it's time to eat."

"Plop!" "Plop!" "Plop!"

Then, there were more than a dozen sounds of objects falling into the water. Iron Slag suddenly opened his eyes, "brushed", opened his membranous wings, and flew towards the source of the sound.

"Buzz ......"

A few seconds later, he flapped his wings and flew near the drop point. "Bell", struck each other's shackles, and with the help of the fleeting firelight, they saw the situation below. I saw translucent plastic bags floating on the dark green water.

He scooped up two of them and flew back into the hole. It didn't take long for the sound of sparse paddling to be heard all around, and it seemed that there were other prisoners here.

I opened the soft plastic seal of the bag and fumbled for a while, and it contained four things, a piece of black bread, a bottle of about 500 milliliters of water, a small half of a candle and a match. The iron slag tugged at his shoulder, rubbing the match with the last dry spot.

In an instant, the light of the fire lit up the whole world, and he lit the candle and carefully placed it on the wet ground. A small flame finally brought a little warmth.

"Whoa...... Crash...... Crash...... Crash...... Crash...... Crash...... Whoa......"

As the candles lit, the sound of paddling was heard in all directions. Moments later, an old man with pale skin and a shriveled figure and clothes like rags appeared at the entrance to the cave. He was drenched, and his curly hair was long, dirty, grayish-white, and stuck to his face in strands.

"Hey, friend, borrow a fire." The old man said with a dry smile. The teeth were yellow and black, and there were only a few left.

Iron Slag made a gesture of please, and the old man immediately climbed in and sat down by the candle.

"It's so comfortable." The old man sighed as he stared at the faint flames. The intoxicated expression on his face was like seeing the most beautiful woman in the world.

After a while, another pale-skinned middle-aged man and a young man came to the entrance of the cave and asked if they could come in. With the Iron Slag's approval, they sat down around the candle.

Through the faint light of the fire, you can see that the bodies of the middle-aged man and the young man are ulcerated to varying degrees, and there are yellow-white pus flowing in some places, which makes the scalp numb. After sitting down, the four of them did not speak, but took out water and black bread and ate carefully.

Brown bread is dry and hard, with a very rough taste, and you have to drink water to swallow it.

"Is it these things every day?" After eating the bread, Iron Slag asked.

The three nodded in unison. At this time, the small half of the candle was about to burn to the end, and the old man hurriedly took out his own candle, lit it and pressed it on the original white wax. Every half of the candle can burn for about 15 minutes.

"How long have you been here?" Iron Slag looked left and right and asked.

"I don't know...... the middle-aged man shook his head and said. The young man didn't seem to hear, and his gaze was a little glazed.

"It's been too long, I don't remember." The old man smiled dryly and said.

"My name is Iron Slag, what do you call it?" Iron Slag asked again.

"Sand Salt Bruno." The old man replied.

"It's okay to call me the fifth child, the name doesn't make sense here." The middle-aged man sighed and said.

The young man still did not speak, but stared numbly at the flames, his eyes hollow, and there was no life in sight.

"Bruno? Are you a great nobleman? Iron Slag wondered. As far as he knew, Bruno was one of the five nobles of the Western Continent, sitting on the sixth silver city "Iron Hoof City".

"It used to be." Sha Yan said.

After a brief exchange, they didn't talk again, just stared at the candle in a daze. A few minutes later, the candle flame was about to go out, and the middle-aged man took out half of the candle and recontinued it.

"Do you say, 'I'm going to die?' Suddenly, the young man muttered in a low voice, as if talking to himself.

"Since you come here, you can't escape death." Sha Yan said.

"I don't want to die, I don't want to die......," said the young man, looking horrified.

"Child, no matter who dies, it's just a matter of time." Sha Yan comforted.

"I still have dreams, I still have women, she is still waiting for me to go back, I can't die!" The young man said in a panic. As if infected by the former, the middle-aged man's gaze also dimmed.

Ask the world, who doesn't cherish life and cherish beauty?

"When we have atoned for our sins, we will go to heaven." Sha Yan smiled and gestured and said, "There are young and beautiful angels there, wearing dresses woven of white gauze, with breasts the size of watermelons, and endless wines and delicious food......

Looking at the old man's intoxicated expression, Tie Slag couldn't help but roll his eyes.

"Really?" The young man asked, his eyes shining.

"Of course...... old man said stupidly, as if on the verge of drooling.

"I just want to go home and see my kids." The middle-aged man said wistfully.

As he spoke, the flame of the candle became smaller, and the young man took out a small half of the candle and continued the light.

"Heaven can look down on the world, and as long as you want, you can see the happy life of your children at any time." Sha Yan said.

"If that's the case, I'm satisfied......" said the middle-aged man with his head down.

As time passed, the candle flame burned out, and the surroundings were once again plunged into endless darkness. It didn't take long for the four of them to disperse, each returning to his own hole.

After a long time, the sound of the water suddenly became louder. After a while, the water level below slowly rose and gradually spilled into the hole. The height is equal to the sea level, and when the tide is high, a large amount of seawater pours in.

Feeling the water level rise, the iron slag opened its knots, buckled on the stone wall, came out of the hole, and climbed to the highest point. At the same time, there was a sound of paddling all around, and it seemed that someone was swimming in the water.

"Bell!"

With the help of an instantary spark, he saw a pale corpse floating below, its swollen and eroded face, extremely terrifying.

A few days later......

Iron slag roughly figured out the situation here, it was an irregular circular space, about 100 meters in diameter, with an arched upper top, about 6 to 7 meters at the highest point, and about 2 to 3 meters at the lowest point. At low tide, the water level is half a meter high, and at high tide it is four or five meters high. There are more than a dozen prisoners held here, but in the past few days, one has died, the young man with whom they were chatting that day.

Every time the food was distributed, Sand Salt Bruno would go to the hole in the iron slag, light candles together, and then talk.

In the dark, humid environment, time flies slowly. Before you know it, a few days have passed......

Early that morning, in the city lord's mansion in Atlantic City, You Ge woke up slowly. After eating the breakfast sent by the old butler Ivan and freshening up, as soon as she stepped into the command center, she received military information from several planes.

Several of them are expedited and need to be processed immediately.

"The forces of the Black Pupil Demon Clan have moved in a big way, and it seems that there are further military operations."

"The Sun Fortress has been attacked by the Golden Queen Queen's Helena Theracia Tourmaline Clan, and we are asking for help."

"The 6th Squadron of the 2nd Brigade of the Ninth Army of the Dawn Expeditionary Force, the 926th Division was attacked by an unknown attack, and the entire army was annihilated, and it is still under investigation, and it may be the dark spear clan of the Purple Pupil Demon Clan, or it may be an unknown deep space species."

After dealing with the emergency military situation one by one, she took out another note and wrote a few words: "Get him out." The inscription reads: "Yugo Lombar." ”

Moments later, the messenger stepped onto a Hummingbird and flew towards the Deep Water Prison. A few hours later, the craft flew over the deepwater prison, circled and flew away. At this moment, the messenger stood in front of the hatch, tore the note to shreds, and dispersed it with the wind.

He dared to act so boldly because he had received a personal order from the contemporary Pope, St. Auguste Maudleton.

A week ago, Quentin Modleton traveled to the God-given Lands of the Eternal City to meet the Pope.

"Your Majesty, Her Royal Highness seems to be in a bit of trouble." Quentin said, bowing down. Although he and the Pope are of the same lineage, they have been separated by five generations, and their bloodline is relatively thin, so he can't call each other grandfather like You Ge.

"Please, my child." The Pope said kindly.

"Here's the thing...... Quentin then reported to the Pope about the recent iron slag incident. The latter, who learned of this, was furious, and there was now a scene of the messenger tearing up the note.

After another two weeks, You Ge, who was busy with political affairs, left the Atlantic Ocean and returned to the Golden Triangle to participate in the anniversary celebration. And the matter of iron slag was put on hold.

The day before the Feast of the Gods, Muyu Suzuran received the latest news from the Ministry of Shadows about iron slag.

"What do you say? He's been kept underneath! Mu Yu Lily of the Valley stood up with a frosty face and asked in a lost voice.

"Hmm." Mu Yuqin nodded and replied.

"Could it be that the princess ......" Mu Yu Lily of the Valley muttered and sat down dejectedly.

"Sister, what's wrong?" Looking at her lost expression, Mu Yuqin asked nervously.

"Let me think about it......" Mu Yu Lily of the Valley held her forehead, waved her hand, and said, "You go out first, my mind is very messy, I want to be quiet for a while." "You Ge's behavior is tantamount to sentencing the iron slag to death. However, it is almost impossible to save people from a deep-water prison.