Quietly in the corridor, Xinghe dragged his inflexible right-footed cat waist to sneak around, and the space at the end of the corridor suddenly opened up, and Xinghe saw a large circular space, comparable to the one he had in the caveman ruins.

The whole circular space is about seven or eight meters high, divided into three layers, the material of the ceiling is the same as the surrounding walls, it is old red masonry, and the floor of the space is thick marble, the grandstand where Xinghe stands is located on the second floor, and the third layer of grandstand on the top, although Xinghe saw some doors on it, but did not see the stairs to go up.

One thing is for sure, Xinghe still didn't see any windows looking through here, and he roughly felt that this was some kind of buried place deep underground like the troglodyte ruins, maybe this was another troglodyte ruins, and he remembered that Du Ze said that many of the current cities in the empire were built on the basis of tearing down the troglodyte cities.

Since he couldn't go up, Xinghe had to go down the stairs to the first floor, there were two passages and a stone door on the wall of the first floor, one of the passages was unlit, it was black, and the ground of the other corridor was scattered with a lot of dried blood, Xinghe just glanced inside, and saw the cells where they had been held.

He took a few steps back, and didn't look at the aisle again, his situation was still very clear, if he saw too much of the picture inside, it would not be good to stay in the aisle, he didn't plan to escape now, he just wanted to observe the surrounding situation first, so he returned to the stone door.

The nearly three-meter-high stone gate reveals a sense of history, with three moons tattooed on its left door, and an eye tattooed on the right side of the stone door, but a deep crack cuts it in half from the middle, but this also adds a sense of vicissitudes to this stone door.

Xinghe didn't see the lock on the stone door, nor did he see any traps around, it seemed that this stone door was directly pushed open by his hand, so he tried to reach for the stone door.

"You wouldn't want to open it. The sudden sound behind him startled Xinghe, and he retracted his hand, turned around quickly, and stared behind him like a fried kitten.

Saint walked out of the unlit aisle with a quartz mortar, and a large flask filled with dark red liquid floated beside him, "At least it's not the time for you to turn it on." ”

Xinghe stared at him for a while, two years of life in Jiangcheng had taught him how to look at a person's face, and Sheng noticed that he had sneaked out of the room, but his expression was calm, he wasn't angry, at least not now, which meant that he might be able to ask some questions, "What's behind the door?" he asked, pointing to the stone door behind him.

"It depends on what you want to find behind the door. It seemed that the contents of the mortar in his hand had been crushed thin enough, and the saint had poured them into the large flask.

Xinghe was silent, he just wanted to find a way out and leave here with Anton and Lanyue.

"Since you don't want to sleep right now, come and clean up for me. As he spoke, he put his finger on the mouth of the large flask and shook it vigorously, and after a while, the liquid in the flask turned lilac, and Xinghe didn't notice what magic he was using when he saw that the flask had turned into two smaller flasks, and he handed one of them to Xinghe.

Xinghe remembered how strong he was, so he took the flask from him, and the liquid in the flask was still emitting residual heat, and Xinghe wanted to come up and smell it, but he heard the voice of the saint, "If you don't want to die, it's better not to do that." ”

Although he didn't understand what he was asking, Xinghe wisely kept the mouth of the flask away from his body, and obediently followed him.

The saint led him into the aisle with the lights on, and there was an iron smell in the air here, which made Xinghe's breathing inevitably short, and the saint took the lead in entering a cell, Xinghe stood at the entrance of the aisle very wisely, and did not follow up to see, and after a while, the sound of the cell came out.

"Why are you still standing?" said Sheng, who walked out of the cell after finishing his work, the liquid in the flask in his hand was already a little less, and as he said he walked towards the next cell, pointing to another row of cells and saying to Xinghe, "You start over there." ”

However, Xinghe still didn't move, just the smell of the subway in the air made him very uncomfortable, and Shengya noticed his abnormality, turned back again, stared at Xinghe and asked, "What's wrong?"

"I can't do it. Xinghe raised his head and looked at him, looking at his face carefully, paying attention to the change in his expression, not knowing if it was his own delusion, for a moment, he saw a trace of love in the eyes of the saint, just like an elder to a junior, "You are very similar to her at this point, Tina has never been good at this kind of thing, but if you continue to hold this mentality, I am afraid it will be difficult for you to live here." ”

As he spoke, he tapped the beakers in his and Xinghe's hands with his fingers, and the two beakers flew out and collided together, and the scene of the liquid splashing did not happen, and the two beakers turned into a large beaker again, and then flew into the next cell.

Xinghe's gaze did not fall on the beaker that flew away on its own, but stared at Sheng, this was the second time he heard the name Tina from Sheng's mouth, "You know my mother, right?" He always knew that Aunt Ye was not his biological mother, and about his biological mother, his father didn't tell him anything, after all, he was only twelve years old, and he was still a child, and being able to hear about his own mother made him a little excited, so that he didn't notice the subtle change in Sheng's expression for a while.

"Yes, I do. Saint nodded.

"Do you have a good relationship?" Xinghe asked.

"We used to talk about everything until the appearance of Hedon. The saint replied.

"And then, what happened next, you know, right?" Xinghe's voice became a little shaky, and the opportunity to figure it out for the first time in a lifetime made him too excited.

But the saint poured cold water on him, "I know, but I'm not going to tell you. ”

"Why?" Xinghe was a little hysterical.

"You've asked too many questions tonight. With that, the saint turned and left, and at the same time commanded into an unknown corner, "Lloyd, he is yours." ”

Xinghe reluctantly chased after him, but a strong hand grabbed his arm like an iron pincer, Xinghe turned around and saw Lloyd standing behind him with a broom, and he shouted unwillingly from the back of the pilgrimage, "How can you tell me?"

Saint didn't look back, and it wasn't until Xinghe couldn't see his back that he heard an answer that didn't count, "Wait until you're qualified to ask me questions." ”

Xinghe lowered his head a little dejectedly, he knew that he had no chance, and Lloyd stood behind him, shyly smiling at him, "You really surprised me. ", he said.

"There's a saying, 'A broken bone is harder,'" Lloyd said without a stretch.

"What do you mean?" Xinghe looked at him inexplicably.

"So, thank me. Lloyd smiled and raised the broom in his hand, and then used the woodpipe behind it to slam Xinghe's left leg, and after a crisp sound, a severed bone pierced out of Xinghe's calf, accompanied by Xinghe's wail that resounded through the sky.