The man in the cage was emaciated, his muscles were atrophied, and there was hardly a trace of life.

They were ragged and dressed in strange and shabby clothes, as if they had been abandoned in the long river of time.

Their faces were covered with pus, sore and painful marks. The wounds were left untreated and emitted a disgusting and strange smell.

Their eyes were empty and misty, as if they had lost all hope and life.

The eye sockets are deep-set, and the eyeballs appear grayish-white and dull.

In those eyes that stared at me, I saw endless pain and despair.

They looked at me without a hint of pleading or pleading, as if they had given up on the end completely.

The baby was even more pitiful, he opened his mouth, but he could not make a sound. His eyes were empty and dazed, as if the freedom of sound had been stifled.

The baby's face was covered with the wound of a freshly cut tongue, bloodstained and heartbreaking.

He stretched out his arms helplessly, trying to shout, but there was only a silent wail.

These people are trapped in cages, they are victims who have been deprived of all human dignity.

Their presence made me deeply feel the evil and cruelty of this laboratory.

I vowed to seek justice for them and make this dark force pay.

And this scene in front of me will always inspire me to move forward and fight for the freedom and liberation of those innocent.

Suddenly, a voice rang in my ears: "You've come to the wrong place, human. ”

I turned around and saw a diminutive man standing there, with a mocking smile on his face.

I looked at him in amazement: "Can you see me?" ”

He shook his head: "No, though, I can see the energy in you, you're too dirty, obvious." ”

With a casual wave of his hand, the scenery changed as the floor melted into a vast clearing.

I was standing in the very center of the clearing, and my shadow was red.

"What the hell do you want to do?" I asked warily.

Can he see my energy?

"Quite simply, I want to go to hell and find out. But first, I need a channel..."

My pupils constricted violently, a passage to hell?

Does he mean... My body?

I tried to stay calm and asked, "Did you succeed?" "

He shook his head and sighed, "It's too hard. I've tried to throw people into molten iron, tried to cut them open or tear them alive, but they all failed. "

I felt a chill rush up my spine, and my body shivered involuntarily.

This man actually tried to open the portal to hell in such a cruel way.

His words struck me with eerily irony, as if he was playing an evil game with me.

He stared at me with blazing eyes, as if interested in my reaction.

There was an unspeakable evil and indifference in his eyes.

I could feel his dark forces, which condensed around him, creating an oppressive and eerie atmosphere.

"You're not going to make it," I said, in a low voice, full of warning.

He let out a mocking laugh and replied coldly, "The energy in you, it excites me." "

There was a surge of anger in my heart, but I had to stay calm.

This person, or this evil being, is obviously extraordinary.

I can't fall into the trap he set.

"You're in the wrong direction, how can a channel appear on such a weak creature as human? You haven't thought of using your own people......" I straightened my back, and there was a slight tentative look in my eyes.

He smiled, a hint of cunning in his eyes.

"I thought, hey, I was found to have reported it before, and I can't help it..."

"You want to go to hell, but you won't succeed. I will stop you and protect the world from your evil erosion. "I clenched my fists and vowed to fight for justice.

He turned, his eyes flashing with excitement and intrigue. "We'll see you again, mortal. Your struggle and my plans will be intertwined. "

With his words, his figure faded into the darkness, leaving only a cold laugh echoing in the air.

I felt an icy chill envelop my psyche, and this eerie and ironic conversation made me realize that I was about to be embroiled in a battle with the forces of darkness.

When I opened my eyes again, I was still in the cemetery.

The eerie atmosphere around me weighed heavily on my heart, as if time had frozen in.

The gray stone monument of the cemetery bears traces of time, and the seemingly forgotten tomb is gradually revealed.

I tried to stand up, but I felt as if I was being restrained by an invisible force and could not move.

Suddenly, I felt a wet touch on the top of my head, as if something was licking me.

A feeling of unease welled up in my heart, and I slowly raised my head, and my gaze was suddenly frozen.

I was stunned by what I saw.

Black goat, a black goat stood in front of me.

The body of the black goat is tall and majestic, several times larger than the average goat.

It sits shoulder to shoulder with me when it stands, and its sheer size gives it a sense of oppression.

The entire body was covered in a thick layer of jet-black fur, like a shadow in the night.

Each fine hair fits snugly, as if frozen by the power of darkness.

The black goat's body lines are smooth and powerful, and the muscles are strong, revealing a majesty and strength.

Its eyes are the most striking part of its appearance.

The eyes were as black as ink, revealing a pure and clear mysterious light.

However, the look of innocence that goes with it is a chilling sense of weirdness.

Its eyes were full of gentleness and kindness, but also with a hint of mockery and an evil smile.

The horns of black goats are an innate sign, they are curved backwards, sharp and hard.

The horns are the same color as the body, and the dead black gives a feeling of insurmountability.

In this eerie and ironic cemetery, the appearance of the black goat is undoubtedly a peculiar existence.

Its size and color contrast with its surroundings, like a lightning bolt in the dark, making it impossible to ignore.

At the same time, the innocent and strange eyes add an eerie atmosphere, as if it were a messenger from another world, or an unsolvable mystery in this world.

I gazed into the eyes of the black goat, its eyes like two pure black gems, with an innocent and strange light.

The black goat stretched out its long tongue and licked it across my forehead, and the touch was cold and moist, making me shiver.

I felt a strange force coming from the sheep's tongue, as if it was pulling my mind to another world.