After Gu Ci came out of Yizhuang, he did not return to Fu's house immediately.

Today's sky is very good, the autumn sky is high, the sun is warm on the body, the most suitable is to find a place to bask in the sun, holding a book, or a cursory browsing, or covering the face to cover the light and rest.

Behind the Fu family is a lake, a small island on the lake, connected to the north of the Fu family, it was ownerless, but because of its close proximity to the Fu family, the people more or less walked around, and over time, no one went there.

Now in autumn, it is still overgrown with weeds, and the evergreen trees are lush and leafy, just like a spring day.

In the northwest corner of the island, there is a small low gate nestled in the lush grass.

The low door was closed all year round, locked with a rust-stained copper lock that didn't look very secure, and sometimes it wasn't locked, just like that. No one on the left or right was interested in such a ruin-like small door.

Gu Ci came out of Yizhuang, went up to this small island, and entered this low gate.

It's warm outside, but inside it's a damp path, the dense trees make it a place with no sun all year round, and the air is a faint musty smell, and along the mossy cobblestone road inside, the terrain is getting lower, and there seems to be a strange smell in the musty smell.

Like rust, like a fishy smell, it's not clear, but it always makes people feel uncomfortable.

Gu Ci didn't seem to smell it, and walked in with a calm face, until he walked to a black door before standing still. Compared with the short door that was not very serious outside, this one seemed to be extremely tight.

At the door, there were two masked men in black, with long swords unsheathed around their waists, and when they saw someone coming, they bowed their hands and bowed their heads, "Master." "Because of the mask, his voice sounded a little dull.

Gu Ci stood in front of the door with his hands behind his back.

Obviously it is still the same outfit, obviously it is still the same person, but at this moment, Gu Ci seems to be a different person, dull, sharp, looking cold and dangerous, wearing a dark robe, and a clear body.

He said with a calm face and concisely, "Open the door." ”

The timbre is different from the mild of the past, cold and hard.

"Yes." The two black-clothed guards turned around and opened the door, feeling a little stiff in their movements.

The black door was opened, and the heavy smell came to my face, interspersed with a few inconspicuous suppressed screams in my throat. Lin Yuan frowned, and secretly said What kind of torture these boys have made people?

looked at Gu Ci sideways, but the other party didn't even frown, and even his facial expression didn't change, and walked in with his hands behind his back.

This is an underground dungeon, and when you enter through the black gate, there is a narrow downward corridor, which is narrow and dark, and only one or two candles hang on the wall, and it is faintly dangling in the bloody and musty space.

This dungeon, under that island.

At that time, it was Lin Yuan who single-handedly arranged the construction of this secret prison under the lake that no one knew about, and leaned on the Fu family's courtyard, and none of the people in the know who participated in the construction remained. Imperial Capital ...... There is also a similar dungeon.

Descending along the road, the pungent smell became stronger and stronger, and the sound gradually became clearer, and the dull pain of the whip hitting the flesh and the muffled grunt stuck in the throat sounded oppressive and dull.

Lin Yuan had long been accustomed to such suppression.

He followed behind Gu Ci without squinting, looking at the light that gradually appeared in the corner in front of him, the light flickered on and off, and there was a crackling sound in his ears, and he knew that the bones of this person today were very hard.

After the corner, it was a large space, but there was no sudden feeling of enlightenment, the torture instruments all over the ground, new or old, were placed against the wall, a little messy, the torture instruments were all dull reddish-brown, and there were some black things stuck to it, and it was completely impossible to see what it was.

The smell of blood, musty, and the smell of burnt meat.

Directly across the corner wall, hung a bloody ...... Person.

Rao is eyes of Lin Yuan also trembled fiercely, and at the moment he only felt a sudden pain in his temples - these boys, I don't know who they learned from......

The one who was hanging could only be regarded as a person, and his clothes could no longer distinguish the original color, and he hung on his body in tatters, soaked in blood, and not an inch of his exposed skin was intact, and even bones could be seen in serious places.

Lin Yuan glanced at Gu Ci, who was expressionless, and opened his mouth to stop the subordinate who was about to swing a whip, "Stop." ”

The other party took the whip and gave it up, "Master." Still not recruited. ”

The expected pain did not come, and the man, who was already out of human form, opened his eyes. He was so exhausted that such an eye-opening action seemed to be laborious for him to make, he looked at Gu Ci, slowly moved his neck, and suddenly grinned.

As soon as he grinned, a mouthful of blood flowed out of the corners of his mouth, and his teeth were red, which was shocking.

He smiled, his expression infiltrating, "Move, recruit, recruit...... Skills, skills are not as good as people, people...... Kill me. ”

Lin Yuan moved a carved chair that was incompatible with this place from the side, wiped it with his sleeve, and waited for Gu Ci to sit down before standing aside and sneering, "Old Yitou, if you take orders privately, you will naturally not survive." It's just that the rules of the photo studio are never as simple as a death and hatred. You have been in the studio for so many years, are you still so naïve? ”

"Naive? Do, do what we do...... I don't know if it's a compliment or a sarcasm or a sarcasm ......"

The man known as Lao Yitou laughed stupidly, halfway through the laugh seemed to be blocked by blood in his throat, and coughed violently, coughing heartbreakingly, coughing so tightly that the thick iron chain smashed on the wall, and it took him a while to ease up, and he didn't laugh anymore, but a little more serious, and he could vaguely see an old wound across his left eye on a face that was not intact.

He stared at Gu Ci and said, "Master." Blood trickled down his forehead and into his eyes, and he blinked hard, as if trying to see the man across from him more clearly.

Gu Ci didn't say a word since he came in, and he didn't speak until this time, but there was only one monotonous syllable," he said. ”

"It's just, it's greedy for money, there's nothing to do. Money, money is a good, good thing! Good stuff...... I, I'm alone, alone, this one, one death, it's over, you, you gave me, I have a new life, and I will serve again and again in ......the next life."

He became more and more weak, and every word he uttered consumed a great deal of attention, and he had to stop and take a few sharp breaths in the middle of a sentence.

Old Yitou knew that he couldn't survive.

No life can withstand such torture, his vitality is already like the glimmer of residual fire in the corridor, I am afraid that he will not be able to survive tonight.

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