The staircase clings to the wall and goes down, and where the fireball passes, there are torches inserted in the protruding parts of the wall, and the crows light them all by the way, and only after the fire light does the whole basement slowly emerge from the darkness.

The crow stood on the steps and did not rush down, any eagerness was death, he cautiously looked at the basement by the light of the fireball, his black eyes suddenly flowed with a strange light, with the light of this strange light, the black feathers of his cloak suddenly trembled, and then like an invisible hand pulled them out of the cloak, and then threw them into the air at will, and then these feathers suddenly writhed, and a ball of magic wrapped them, and finally turned into a group of strange small animals with the support of the crow's magic！

Dozens of small black mice squeaked along the stairs and rushed frantically towards the darkness of the basement, and more than a dozen black crows croaked in the basement hall in mid-air, like black ghosts all over the space.

The crow carefully felt the strangeness in the space around him, and he used the small objects scattered all over the basement to test all the places that could be explored, so as to see if there were some vicious traps, vicious curses, or troublesome traps or the like, but he didn't feel the fluctuations of magic or the movement of the traps being touched, and it looked like it was just an ordinary basement.

'Is my luck so good, that I'm favored by Lady Luck, and that all the troubles are within the reach of those two exorcists?'

The calm at this time made the crow a little inexplicably uneasy, in fact, even if he met the resentful spirit of Francis Bacon, he would not be surprised, but the peace at this time made him a little uneasy!

'Made!'

Just when the crow was a little ridiculous for his thoughts, there was suddenly a little more strange fluctuation in the air, he stretched out his hand and gently pressed it on his face, the temperature on the skin that touched his hand seemed to be a little wrong, and the room temperature in the basement seemed to have decreased?

This seemingly small change made the crow nervous inexplicably, he knew that the air temperature here could not change significantly out of thin air, there must be some strange reason to make the temperature drop, it seems that he is really not the kind of person who can rely on luck to reap the harvest!

The crow took a deep breath, muttered a few words in a low voice, and then stretched out a wooden staff and pointed at the fireball suspended in mid-air, only to see that the fireball suddenly paused, and then immediately began to swell, when its volume changed from a fist to the size of a volleyball, it suddenly burst open, turning into countless flames flying around, and then each flame seemed to have found its own destiny in life, and quickly scattered, like a burning arrow projected onto the target's body.

The target of these flames is the rat and crow that have just been transformed into black feathers, and at this time, these unlucky little things were suddenly hit by the flames, and one by one they burned fiercely without saying anything! They let out a terrible scream and scurried around aimlessly, and those crows that had been flying in the air were like gouging out their eyes and crashed desperately towards the surrounding walls, unlike ordinary crows, their beaks were extremely sharp, and the crows on fire were like sharp swords. The sound of 'bang' pierced deep into the stone wall, and they all turned into 'crow torches' hanging on the wall!

At this time, the whole hall suddenly became bright, and there were burning 'living torches' everywhere, and it seemed that they had been burning for a long time, and even the dead rats were still burning, giving people the feeling that the light came from cruelty.

On the left side of the basement were rows of barred prisons, filled with white human bones and shackles, and in the middle was an old beech table covered in dust, on which were all kinds of torture instruments, all of which were stained with black and brown marks, which seemed to be integrated into these things, giving the illusion that this was an old slaughterhouse。

This kind of dark place existed in every castle, which was very normal in the Middle Ages, and those magic families were different from ordinary nobles, and few of them were actually imprisoned by civilians, most of them were captured strong Viking pirates, who were imprisoned here either for wizards to study magic, as material for experimenting with the power of magic spells, or to provide some practice targets for the younger generations of the family, and even some of them may have individual dark wizards, wild wizards, or white wizards! Anyway, in this era of lawlessness, anything can happen.

The crow's eyes carefully looked at the surrounding environment, the bright fire did not make him feel even a little more secure, because the temperature in the surrounding air seemed to have dropped a little, he came to expel the resentful spirit after all, so he knew that something was wrong at this time, he could not retreat at will, after all, he also signed a magic contract, and he was still very confident in his ability, even if it was a wizard's resentful spirit, it was not necessarily his opponent, because after all, the resentful spirit was only the obsession of the deceased before his death, and he could not fully possess the powerful power when he was alive, otherwise he could expel the resentful spirit of Francis Bacon, that's just a handful.

The crow held the wooden staff tightly in his hand and walked down the steps step by step, as if he felt that something was watching him from the shadows that could not be illuminated by the fire around him, and the malice in it had begun to become more and more obvious.

Suddenly there was a noise in the prison, as if some round object was rolling slightly, and the crow immediately turned his head to look at the sound when he heard the sound, only to see that it was a white thing that shook lightly twice, and there was not much fire there, so it was not very clear.

The crow frowned, thought about it and slowly walked towards the prison, the iron railing of the prison was covered with dirty things, either rust or blood, and in the cracks of the iron railing, the crow finally saw clearly what the rolling thing was.

It's a miserable white skull!

At this time, the skeleton seemed to notice that someone was looking at him, and suddenly raised its head as strangely as a manipulated marionette, and the jawbone that was originally scattered on the side flew over very magically, and it was reinstalled on the skull at once, and it bit up and down very rhythmically, making a burst of 'quack' sound of bone collision!