In action, there is always the worst of accidents. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The first surprise was that the telecommunication piece that Liannes had given to Alina failed. When Alina used it, it was crumpled as if it had been grasped by two large invisible hands.

At this moment, she suddenly lost contact with the outside world, like a helpless rabbit that fell into a deep well.

Luckily for her, after forty minutes of not being contacted, Lian would go directly to Frogiza to tell the whole story. After all, life matters.

After a few seconds torn between waiting for rescue and adventure, Alina followed the passage, hiding in the shadows.

The passage was silent, and Alina, walking through the shadows, seemed to hear a howl in the air. It was as if on the other side of the thick wall, a poor man was being skinned and torn apart. But as she listened closely, the wails and cries were gone, and the air was so dead that she could hear her own heartbeat.

The long passage finally came to an end, and she was truly in the dungeon. Compared to the passage, which is a lot more popular, the bright orange light emitted by the magic lamp drives away the terrifying darkness. The furniture in the room, which seemed to be in use all along, was still on a wooden table, and she saw a few half-drunk cups of chrysanthemum tea. It's as if the owner of this place has just left for a while.

With a scimitar in her hand, Alina opened the wooden door and entered the small hallway. The wails and cries lingered in her ears, and she steadied them, and this time they did not leave, but like the whispers of the devil, telling her the source of the sounds, seducing her curiosity. She stared blankly at the dark corner, where there seemed to be an invisible black fog absorbing the light.

"Meow?"

Melly's cry drove away the whispers in her ear, and Alina came back to her senses as if awakened from a dream, and she found herself unconsciously taking a few steps towards the dark corner.

"Strange. ”

Two syllables, soon disappearing into the silent dungeon. Strange sounds still loomed from behind the corner, teasing Alia's curiosity.

Out of caution and fear, she first searched room by room.......

At the same time on the ground,

"Andrew, your chrysanthemum tea is as good as ever..."

"Mr. Flogisa. ”

An elderly maid walked into the house and interrupted Flogisa's compliments. The elf sitting on the wicker chair looked at her, and he noticed that the dozen or so teachers present were staring at the gray-haired old servant.

"A student named Lian has an urgent matter to see you, and it's about your cousin. ”

"Where is she?"

He stood up with a calm face, and at the same time leaned intently against his sword. Andrew seemed dissatisfied with his old servant interrupting the party with a displeased look in his eyes.

"Here. Lianes emerged from the old servant's back.

"Mr. Andrew, I'm very sorry, but I hope you can forgive me for the urgency of the situation. She first bowed her head slightly and apologized to Andrew. The mild-mannered professor smiled at the psychic powerhouse, who had just noticed the unnatural emotion in his old servant's eyes.

The black-haired girl looked around, and her sensitive heart noticed the members of the small party, and seemed to have a tendency to be dangerous towards her. It may be that they all realized that she relied on her "psychic power" to influence the old servant to break into this intimate gathering.

"Let's talk. He said, grabbing his sword, "I'm sorry, I guess something happened to my naughty cousin." Another day. ”

"Have a nice Winter Veil Festival. ”

Andrew blessed him from the bottom of his heart. Liannes noticed that the teacher she respected had a few more wrinkles on her face, and she looked a lot older.

Outside, after Lianance and Frogissa had a few words to explain clearly, Frogissa was full of worry and ran straight to her residence...

Now, Alina has a second surprise.

Dungeons, usually have two gifts for intruders - monsters and traps. Alina the Trap had already seen one, but after exploring all the rooms, not to mention the traps and monsters, she couldn't even see a single figure.

As if the dungeon had been abandoned, a distinctly upward passage - the staircase leading to the building's rooms, which Alina guessed was tightly barricaded with solid stone. There is not a single piece of paper with words in each room.

"Could it be that they have already abandoned the lair?"

Thinking of this, a chill rose from the soles of her feet. This means that she has long been discovered, and the dungeon itself is a large trap. But it's too early to draw this conclusion at this time, because...

For the fourth time, Alina looked into the dark corner, and a strange cry came from there. Out of fear, she restrained her curiosity and didn't explore it.

But to get the answer, she had to...

She held the bright scimitar in her hand, suppressed the fear and ominousness in her heart, and walked towards the dark corner. The white curved blade, when it enters the shadows, turns gray, like the claws of a cat.

Behind the corner, instead of a corridor, there was a very heavy wooden door, like a city gate, separating darkness from evil to the other side. The strange sound came from behind the door, and the closer it got to the wooden door, the clearer and more varied the sound, screaming, howling, laughing, crying, and pleading.

Before Aliana's hand touched the cold beam, a dozen strange images flashed through her mind. The man with a pale face and a broken hand howled to the sky in the black well. Cruel images of people being tortured and disabled, rolling and laughing in the dirty black prison sludge, and so on, disappeared when she touched the beams.

The time was so short that she began to suspect that her rich imagination was already interfering with her.

In front of the beam, Alina suddenly had a delusion. A strange sound, made by some unspeakable evil, in order to let the curious fool unleash it.

As soon as the door opened, Alina took a battle stance with a knife in her right hand. Obviously, it is more realistic to have someone torture behind the door than some unspeakable evil.

The first thing she saw was the cells on either side, the black mottled metal railings, which looked cold and desperate. After that, there was a stone pillar and table, and there was actually a magic lamp hanging from the ceiling.

"The ideal study hall in every student's mind. Silence, lights, tables, and a big lock. ”

Alina tried to soothe the horror in her heart with humor.

The simplicity of this underground cell is outrageous. The thirteen cells were separated by a passageway, and at the end of the day, an equally solid wooden door was not far away. The strange thing is that there is no one in this big cell. There were no crackling whips, no executioners, no reddened iron rods. The strange sound still haunted her, coming from all sides, very soft but hard to ignore.

After making sure there was no danger, she took a closer look at the cell next to her lower body. The wooden table was littered with claw marks, and shards of broken and yellowed nails could be seen on it, and the chairs were made of iron, firmly anchored to the ground, and had shackles on top of them to hold people in place.

"Great, this study hall is perfect. ”

She stared at the bloodstained shackles and muttered to herself.

Alina cautiously walked forward, the second, third, fourth, and fifth cells were all identical, the only difference was the claw marks on the wooden table.

When she reached the thirteenth cell, an emaciated corpse burst into her eyes, and the disgusting smell of rancid smell was like a long-planned wolf, biting her nose.

Alina's first instinct was to aim her left hand at it. The black, thin corpse was chained to a chair, lying quietly on its side on the table, its mouth wide open, its empty eye sockets like the abyss of despair, and the detached eyeballs were at his feet. He stretched his hands straight to the cell door, like a drowning man reaching for driftwood. The silver-haired girl noticed that he had no nails on his ten fingers. In the claw marks, a slightly yellowed mantled nail silently told her that it was the latest victim.

The half-elf girl took a deep breath of rancid air,

"He must have been a student who starved to death because he didn't do the Advanced Math problem. ”

Her voice trembled a little, because the unusual corpse that seemed to have been sucked into the soul and died, the more she looked at it, the more familiar it became.