The deeper you go, the deeper you go into the ground, the more damp and dark the feeling becomes.
When we reached the deepest level of the death row, the rancid smell of blood in the air was already making us want to vomit.
Yun Luo covered her nose and looked around quickly, and was disappointed to find that there was none here either.
When she was about to leave, a cold and sly smile suddenly came from the deepest death cell: "Hey... Is there a guest here?"
The entire sky prison is lifeless, but there is still a conscious person here?!
Yun Luo couldn't help being surprised, stopped, turned around and walked over.
In the last small death cell, the ground was so damp that there was a layer of water droplets, and a piece of moldy straw was piled in the corner.
On the straw pile, there is a person sitting cross-legged.
His messy hair hung down to his chest, blocking his face, and his prison clothes were in tatters and stained. Even the filthiest beggar was neater than him.
Five fine iron chains as thick as his wrists extended from the wall and clasped tightly around his body, locking his hands, feet, and limbs respectively. The last one was split into two, sharply piercing his bones, firmly
Lock.
There was a flash of surprise in Yun Luo's eyes.
She couldn't even detect this person's aura!
If he hadn't taken the initiative to make a sound, she wouldn't have felt that there was anyone in the cell...
Moreover, with such strong and cruel shackles... what crime did this man commit?
While Yun Luo was thinking, a pair of sinister old eyes appeared under this man's disheveled hair, staring straight at her, smiling strangely: "Little girl, how come you are here as a guest in the middle of the night?
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This is an old man.
Judging by his voice, he must be over sixty.
Yun Luo narrowed his eyes slightly: "Just take a walk when you have nothing to do. Old man, who are you?"
"Hey, of course a little girl like you doesn't know my name. It's useless to tell you."
The old man grinned strangely, "You are a little girl. You are young, but you are quite strong. I haven't seen a child as talented as you for a long time."
"Can you see my strength? Are you also a warrior?" Yun Luo said intentionally.
"Hey...do you think I look like me?"
"If you were not a warrior, you would have died long ago if you were injured like this."
Yun Luo was noncommittal and pretended to be curious, "Why are all the people in the prison unconscious today? Do you know what happened?"
"Of course I know."
The old man smiled and raised his hand and waved at her, his wrist clanking with the fine iron chain on the lute's bone.
"Just come closer and I'll tell you."
"..." Yun Luo narrowed his eyes slightly, not only did he not move, but he took a step back.
"Hey, little girl, are you scared?"
The old man grinned strangely, "I'm like this now, what do you have to be afraid of?"
"Then tell me first, why are you locked up here?" Yun Luo said with a faint smile, "Old man, I'm afraid you are not a good person."
To be more precise, there is no one in the prison on this floor.
There are just a bunch of jackals and evil spirits in human skin.
"Is there any difference between good guys and bad guys? I was just careless and was plotted by a yellow-haired kid, otherwise..." The old man was still smiling at first, but his eyes gradually became ferocious and twisted.
Coupled with his miserable appearance, sitting on a pile of rotten hay, he looked like an evil ghost.
"Forget it, I'm not in the mood to listen to other people's stories." Yun Luo waved his hand coldly, turned around and left.