It dawned on me that no wonder they couldn't be found anywhere, it turned out that these people had dug a basement here. …………

The abbot also said, "If it were me, I would also dig the basement here, this house looks like a dangerous house, maybe it will collapse one day, and people will be stoned to death." ”

Wushuang pointed to the staircase: "Okay, don't be verbose, let's go down quickly." ”

The staircase is very simple, it is made of bricks and then smoothed with cement.

I don't know how many turns this staircase turned, and every dozen steps, there was a small lamp. Other than that, there are two walls next to it.

The concrete staircase is very heavy, and walking on it gives a very solid feeling.

However, the stairs made the person feel grounded, but the walls on either side were not. The wall is wide and narrow at the bottom, and it feels very oppressive to walk up, as if the walls on both sides are going to squeeze towards you and clamp you in the center.

Moreover, the walls on both sides are not blank, and there are many murals painted on them.

These murals are not artistic, but they look extremely eerie.

I cut it all the way down and found that these murals have some characteristics.

First, human torture. Broken legs, gouging out eyes, beheadings...... All of them are extremely bloody and very weird. Although it was painted on the wall, in my eyes, I always felt that I could smell a strong smell of blood.

Wushuang said: "The person who lives in this basement is really a pervert, and it doesn't seem so unreasonable for him to put a grimace on the tree. ”

The abbot was nervous and silent all the way. We also understand this, after all, he has a fat body, and he almost walked in this narrow corridor. I felt like he was always worried about whether he would get stuck in this place if he took two more steps.

Either way, claustrophobic environments are always scary. Whether it is man or God, the fear in the heart has not been alleviated much because of the increase in strength.

We turned two corners and still didn't see any rooms.

The abbot couldn't help it and said, "How deep have these people dug?" Do you want to smuggle yourself to the United States? ”

Musou pointed to the mural on the wall next to him and reminded us, "The style has changed. ”

I turned my head to look. Sure enough, it changed. This time, he was replaced by an angel with wings and a red-haired and blue-faced devil on his feet. This style of painting has the characteristics of the West, and eighty percent has a touch of Christianity.

Wushuang said: "This beggar gang has a wide range of knowledge. ”

I didn't speak, because I always thought the staircase was a little weird, but there seemed to be no reason why we couldn't go down.

As I walked down, I saw a series of regional episodes. Oil pots, grinding discs, and bridges. Hell is here.

Later, we even saw stoning, burning at the stake, hanging.

A variety of symbolic criminal laws.

The further I went, the more surprised I found that the people who were tortured were all the same person. This man is very young and seems to be a little familiar.

The expression on his face changed in the slightest increment all the time. From extreme pain, to the end, the fullness evolves into enjoyment.

Because of the subtle changes, we didn't notice them at all.

It wasn't until the last one that I suddenly discovered this problem.

Wushuang, who was walking in the forefront, suddenly stepped along. Immediately after, he looked back nervously: "Let's go back quickly." ”

I was taken aback by her expression and quickly asked, "What's wrong?" Why hurry back? ”

Wushuang said nervously, "How long have we been gone?" ”

I shook my head: "I don't know, but it should have been a long time." ”

Wushuang said: "In such a deep underground, there is no other room, only such a passage. How could the screams just now reach the ground? ”

When Wushuang said this, I was also shocked. Secretly: "Oh no, did someone deliberately bring us here?" ”

Wushuang nodded: "I guess that's it." ”

I hurriedly urged the abbot in the back: "Turn around, turn around quickly, and go back." ”

The abbot said dissatisfiedly: "Do you know how difficult it is for me to turn around in this small cage?" ”

Then I saw him turn around with difficulty, almost against the walls on either side.

We took two steps up. Suddenly, my heart was a little hairy. I turned around and asked Wushuang, "Do you feel as if someone is watching us?" ”

The small lamp on the wall shone on Wushuang's face, and her face was very bad. Then, I saw her point to the wall next to her: "It's them." ”

That's when I found that when looking from below. The man who was tortured in the fresco. It's clearly staring at us with two eyes.

It's a bad feeling to be watched. But we didn't want to stay in this place any longer, because the first scream was clearly a trap.

We hurried up to the top.

My eyes always couldn't help but look at the murals, and I saw the expressions of the prisoners, from enjoyment to pain, although very subtle, but they were all visible.

I don't know why, but I feel like my heart is starting to be affected by him.

With every step I took up, I felt like I was being tortured.

On the first step, I was burned. The second staircase, which was stoned. The third step is to get down to the pan.

When I got to the back, I saw that when I cut my eyes and feet, I couldn't go on at all.

At this time, I suddenly understood a truth. The real fear exists in the world.

What is under the oil pan, what imp pushes and grinds. These things after death don't actually cause the greatest amount of fear.

There is nothing more terrifying than what you suffer while you are alive. Watch your own kind, eyes turned into holes of blood, and good limbs cut off.

I saw the prisoner screaming loudly with his mouth open. I couldn't help but feel a sulk in my chest.

I felt a little hot in my head, this small space was too stuffy.

I even felt like I was out of breath.

Suddenly, I heard Wushuang behind me screaming at a sharp voice.

It was like a signal, and my sanity was completely gone. I followed her and screamed loudly.

I started scratching here, as if I was going to smash it with both hands.

But my hand touched the wall and I felt a little weak. It's like the tortured person in the painting, whose hands are tied behind his back, and he is allowed to be slaughtered.

I don't know how long I screamed, but by the end of the day, I was detached and fell to the ground. I was so exhausted that I couldn't even open my eyes.

Then, there seemed to be a burst of voices talking. I felt like my body was being dragged around.

And then it hit something hard.

Suddenly, a basin of cold water poured over his head. I woke up.

When I woke up, there was a bright light shining on me, and I couldn't open my eyes at all.

Then, the light flickered and moved away.

I squinted at it. This is probably the very bottom of the basement.

It's big, it's spacious, and it's scary to be empty.

I had been walking in the narrow corridor for so long just now, and I couldn't even get used to it when I saw such a wide place at first glance.

Later, I found out that it wasn't actually too spacious, but someone had put mirrors on the walls and enlarged it several times.

However, Rao is so, and this room is much wider than the usual room.

I found both Musou and the abbot sitting next to me. Of course, we weren't the only captives in the room. There are still many old and weak women and children, most of whom are not sound in their hands and feet.

I shook my head and tried to stand up. But I struggled a bit, and I was defeated.

Prostration, a long-lost feeling of prostration. I felt like my soul was drained.

I tilted my head to look at Wushuang and asked, "What's going on?" ”

Wushuang closed his eyes slightly and said, "We're still on the road." ”

I nodded helplessly: "I know we're on the road, but how did we get hit?" The other party is really unguardable. ”

Wushuang said, "It should be that tree." Do you remember? You said your foot was pricked. ”

I nodded, "Remember, is there something wrong with this tree?" ”

Wushuang snorted and said, "It's only possible that this tree." The rest of the place, we were very careful of an unknown poison on the tree, which was designed to destroy our souls, and we fell into the trap little by little, even if we slowly collapsed, we did not react. ”