The floor was polished as bright as new and exuded a faint fragrance of flowers. It was obvious that Crehen was very attentive to this villa. Following the corridor in front, they saw a small door in the distance. They walked to the door and opened it.
, it was pitch dark inside, and you could see the old stone steps leading down, with dust accumulated on the steps, and a few footprints could clearly be seen.
This should be the basement.
They wanted to go down, but unexpectedly, a terrible laughter suddenly came from inside, like a roar, with deep despair.
Charlie suddenly retreated. He took a step back, looked at the dark basement and the long stairs, hid behind Werther, held Werther's shoulders with both hands, and swallowed. It seemed that he did not dare to go down.
Werther is not afraid of these. After all, he has magic in his body. Even if there is danger below, Werther can deal with it. Since he is very calm now, he can guess that the roar most likely comes from Charlie's sister. He
He hurriedly went down to check, but was grabbed by Charlie's shoulders.
He asked doubtfully: "Hey, what are you doing? We have found the basement. Shouldn't we go down and have a look? Maybe your sister is in there."
Charlie began to tremble all over: "What's the sound down here? It's so strange. I'm afraid there's a monster!"
"How could there be a monster? On the contrary, I thought it was your sister's voice."
"No, my sister's voice doesn't sound like that."
"If her vocal cords were torn, it would be possible to make a sound like this."
"I don't believe it. I think this is a trap set by Crehen for us. Let's escape. I don't want to be here anymore!"
Charlie turned around in horror and wanted to run away.
"Then you don't care about your sister?" Werther asked.
"Survival matters now!"
With that said, Charik started running down the corridor, turning a corner in front and disappearing from Werther's sight, his footsteps echoing in the empty corridor.
Werther was worried that he would be discovered in this way, so he planned to follow him and stop him. When he ran to the corner, Werther found that Charik had been caught by Crehen.
Crehen smiled evilly and grabbed his clothes at the back, as easily as he was carrying a chicken.
"You bad guy, let me go!" Charlie struggled crazily.
"Why should I let you go? Now your retribution has come. When I find the eldest prince, I will lock you and your sister together, deprive you of food, and make you eat each other's flesh and drink each other's blood."
, then, after my villa is tidied up again, I will feed the remaining bones and meat of the three of you to the dogs."
After saying that, Crehen, who was overwhelmed by hatred, knocked Chalik unconscious with a slap, took out a rope, tied him up, and threw him in the corner of the corridor. The fainted Chalik lay like this on the cold floor,
like a statue.
With a sinister look in his eyes, Crehen knelt on the ground, stretched out his hand and slapped Charik's cheek hard, and said to himself: "Don't you always think you are very good-looking and are you proud of this face? I am.
You can consider tearing off your face and making it into a mask, so that you can face this mask every day, and be happy looking at this face!"
Then he took out a dagger from his clothes, pointed it at Charik's face, and showed an extremely terrifying smile, which seemed gentle but full of cruelty. This smile made Werther tremble for a second.
.He is obviously going to start cutting off Chalik’s face.
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God, he has almost turned into a devil, Werther marveled in his heart, rushed out, and kicked the dagger in his hand a few meters away.
"Krihen, please stop, don't hurt them anymore."
"His Royal Highness, I didn't expect that I really led you out. Don't worry, I don't dare to do such a thing as cutting off my face."
"So you lured me out on purpose!" Werther took a step forward excitedly, "What do you want? If you need help, I can help you! But you must not hurt them!"
"Haha~" Crehen said with a bitter smile, "My family members are all dead. No matter how much help I have, they are of no use to me. All I need to do is take revenge."
It seemed that he had completely fallen into the vortex of hatred and could not escape.
Werther said eagerly: "That's not the case. You are only twenty years old and you still have a long life. Why should you be immersed in hatred?"
"You don't understand! My life can go on, but what about the lives of my parents and my cousin? Do they deserve to die?" Crehen lowered his head, clenched his fists hard, and said, "After my aunt was abandoned,
He died of depression and gave my daughter to my family to raise, but I let her starve to death on her eighth birthday. I even starved my own parents to death. This is all Charlie's fault!"
His voice was unusually calm, but his expression was worse than death. Werther was shocked by him. He could truly feel the extreme pain deep in his heart, but he could also see that his revenge had gone astray.
"Listen to me, your parents, aunt and cousin must hope that you can live a happy life, and they will never want to see you like this."
"How am I doing?" Crehen raised his head and looked at Werther with a venomous look in his eyes, "Do you mean that I was wrong?"
"The way you chose revenge is not good, and the last thing you should do is hurt the girl who loves you deeply." Werther took a step forward excitedly, "You'd better stop before things get more serious. You still have a lot.
Years of life, and this villa!"
"But even if I kill you all without knowing it, I will still have a beautiful life and this beautiful villa."
As Crehen said, he quickly picked up the dagger on the ground and threw it towards Werther. Werther instantly squatted down and escaped the disaster, then ran forward and punched Crehen on the shoulder, knocking him down.
On the ground.
At this moment, Werther felt a tingling pain in his hands. Slowly, as if he felt dizzy and weak, he slowly sat down against the wall.
Soon, his lips began to turn white and his eyelids became tired. He was keenly aware that he seemed to be poisoned.
He said weakly: "When I punched you just now, when my hand touched your clothes, something seemed to prick me, and the surface skin was pierced."
"Yes, Your Highness the Great Prince, I was worried that I would not be able to defeat you, so I put dense thorns on my clothes in advance and applied poison to the thorns. Now you have been poisoned."
Werther pointed at him angrily and weakly, his breath even weaker: "What poison did you poison?"
"Don't worry, I won't let you die right away. I told you, I will starve you three to death. This is just poison that can make you sleepy."
Crehen showed a more sinister smile, walked up to Werther, put his hands behind his back, wrapped several turns of string around his wrists, and tied them tightly.
Although Werther wanted to break away, he really didn't have any strength, couldn't hold his eyelids up, and fell asleep quickly.
I don't know how much time passed, but when he woke up, he found himself leaning in front of a pile of sacks containing potatoes. It was pitch dark and there was a faint musty smell around him.
"Hmm, is this the basement?"
He looked left and right, his eyes gradually adapted to the darkness here, and he could vaguely see the debris piled on the ground. He tried to break free from the rope on his wrist, and found that the rope was very strong and too thin, although he was sure to break free.
Open, but this will cut the skin on your wrist, and even cut the muscles and bones, exposing the bones.
Crehen is really cruel, even using such a thin rope. If I break free, my hands will be seriously injured, and it is very likely that I will not be able to recover. So I can either be tied up honestly, or risk my hands.
Wasted danger escapes.
Wait, I'm overthinking this. These are all established when I don't know magic. Now that I know magic, this problem doesn't bother me. As long as I use teleportation magic to remove the string, it can be solved.
Escape from the strings.
Soon, he used magic to remove the rope from his wrist.
Feeling relaxed, Werther walked around the basement in the dark. When he went behind the pile of sacks, he found that the Charik brothers and sisters were tied there.
Chalik was sleeping. Although his sister was awake, her mental state and complexion looked very bad. Werther quickly untied the rope for them and tried to wake Chalik, but he could not wake up.
"How are you now?" Werther asked Charlie's sister with concern.
Charik's sister did not answer, but looked at Werther blankly. Suddenly her expression was ferocious and painful, and at the same time she let out a weird laugh, which was exactly the same as the sound Werther heard at the basement door before.
As time passes, the pain and loss in the laughter become more and more obvious, making people feel sad. It seems that Crehen's betrayal and hurt have dealt a huge blow to her, and her current state is almost crazy.
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"Don't be afraid, I will take you out." Werther sat in front of her, trying to comfort her.
Unexpectedly, when she heard this, her expression suddenly became more painful, she stopped laughing, but shook her head wildly, and said in a voice that seemed to have been torn apart: "Don't take me away, I want to stay here, Kerry
Heng will change his mind, he is not a heinous person. The reason why he is like this is because of my brother."
When Werther saw that she still wanted to stay with Crehen and tried her best to defend him, he sighed heavily in his heart.
"Don't worry about how he is. How do you feel now? Are you feeling uncomfortable?" Werther was worried about her physical condition.
"I didn't have lunch. I was very hungry and thirsty. My lips were chapped and sore, and my throat was so painful. Every time I said a word, I felt terribly uncomfortable."
"What a pitiable girl. Don't be too disappointed. Crehen has fallen into hatred. He doesn't deserve your sadness for him."
"No! He loves me, I know this, he is just overwhelmed by hatred, I believe he will let me go!"
Seeing that he couldn't persuade her, Werther tried to think of other ways to rescue them both. It was not convenient to use magic now, but there were other ways. For example, he could first find the magic hairpin, and then use the hairpin as a condition.