Number Three looked up at He Yu, who was standing far away in front of him. Dark red blood was constantly flowing down his body, making him look extremely gruesome.

At this moment, the dome, cells, altar, walls, torture instruments, and even the passageways of the underground hall seemed to have been drenched in blood. Severed limbs, remains, and bits of flesh were scattered everywhere, but no intact corpses could be seen.

It turns out there are even more gruesome ways to die than being punished as a living being; it turns out that those lying on the blood sacrifice altar are not just the prisoners.

The two survivors stopped simultaneously, staring at him. Gikonno struggled to control his nausea, though he had practically nothing left to vomit: "Can... you let us go?"

He paused, then said in a pleading tone, "Please, let us go."

"Whether you leave or not is up to you."

He Yu was in a pretty good mood at the moment. Although Beelzebub had disappeared somewhere, someone had already taken the blame for him, so it didn't matter if the pig slaughter was delayed.

They carefully walked around him, feeling uneasy even though they knew he had saved them.

They're already caught up in this absurd play, what could possibly get worse?

One bullet could solve everyone's problem, He Yu thought. If the conditions were lacking, they could actually slit their own throats to commit suicide. As for the idea of ​​biting their tongues to commit suicide, it was obviously unrealistic. No one could bring themselves to do it; at most, they would just go into shock from the pain.

He shrugged and pulled a pack of cigarettes from his suit lining. It was a pack Yu Yu had given him before he left; it was blueberry flavored, and he'd never seen the brand before. He didn't know what had gotten into this woman; she insisted he learn to smoke it, saying it made him more manly.

He Yu stared at his toes for a few seconds, then the two idiots who had just left returned.

After a moment of silence in the hall, Number Three said, "The way back to the upper level is completely blocked. I know there's an underground river beneath the dungeon, but nobody knows exactly where it leads."

"Great." He searched around but couldn't find the lighter, so he walked to the torch, bent down, and lit his cigarette. "I'll stay with you."

Number Three stared at him, having already prepared his words before even speaking, seemingly trying to impress him with something and demonstrate his own value. Characters often do that; in this place, you can't show any weakness.

Then he realized what He Yu had said. His expression was even quite indifferent, no different from any other man who would agree to go shopping with you.

"Wait, would you like to take us down with you?"

"That's right."

"Really?"

"Fake."

Seeing the somewhat bewildered expression on Number Three's face, He Yu realized that this person also lacked a sense of humor, but it didn't matter. Whether they could survive or not depended entirely on their fate. Who knew what would happen next?

Of course, he didn't know why this person was protecting Jikeno. Maybe they were brothers? They didn't look like that at all. Maybe they were lovers? Thinking about it that way, it seemed quite normal, but he didn't care.

This is a large-scale drama theater. Isn't its essence, its core, just a variety of hypocritical art?

Moreover, he does need some intelligence, and having two scapegoats is undoubtedly better than going through the danger alone without any clue.

A few minutes later, Number Three and Gikon used a piece of iron to cut open the corpse's skin, take out the leg bones inside, and then sharpen them. There was a glass heart in the middle that vomited a few more times, but at least it was done.

He Yu sat on the steps smoking. It has to be said that the taste was quite good. No wonder Yu Yu smoked all day long. It's good to be a forbidden body of 659. Even if he gets lung cancer one day, he can just cut himself and have another fresh life consumed.

They finished their work quickly, inserting the tip of the bone into the crack in the stone, and pried the slab open with little effort.

The damp, rotten smell instantly assaulted his senses from the darkness below, and Gikonor looked like he was about to faint from the stench. Number Three jumped in first, and he shivered. The water was colder than he had expected, but thankfully it only reached his calves, and the space below was spacious enough.

He looked up and gestured for Gikonno to come down quickly, and the latter nodded without further hesitation.

He Yu then walked over. When he stood up from the steps, he realized that he was sitting on a human skin. The owner of that thing happened to be Shi Sen. Oh, the poor guy, he even got cursed by me after he died.

"Here you go." He grabbed a torch from the wall, jumped into the sewer, and handed it to Number Three. Then, noticing something, he suddenly laughed: "I advise you to pick it up."

Gikonor stared at him nervously, stood for two seconds, and silently picked up the shinbone from the water.

After discussing it, the group decided that Number Three would determine the direction of the castle gate. They hoped to use the right method, such as escaping this awful place forever through the sewers.

It sounds ideal, but He Yu doesn't believe those two idiots can leave alive. It's impossible without experiencing some major setbacks or shocks. But what other options are there?

They all knew they were just giving two burdens a ride along the way; the choice was never theirs. But that's how people are; even if there's only a sliver of hope, they're willing to swim towards it, even if it's all in vain.

Are you from out of town?

They continued forward, and in the silence, Gikono suddenly asked a question.

"Otherwise what?" He Yu lit another cigarette; there was still half a pack left, so he had to smoke it sparingly. "Don't you guys get tired of performing in plays all the time?"

“This is the rule in Jerusalem; citizens who refuse to participate will be sent to Father Andrei for baptism.”

Perhaps because he realized that He Yu didn't seem to be hostile towards them, Gikono started to bring up a topic: "Actually, they weren't like this before. They've become like this ever since Lilith left."

"And who is Lilith? Is she Beelzebub's prostitute?"

Gikonor stopped speaking, clearly stunned by the description. He remained silent for a long time before continuing, "Um... no, they grew up together and were very good playmates."

It's truly a stage play setting; what a clichéd Western story unfolds here.

He Yu lost interest in continuing the conversation, and they continued forward. Before long, they left the area where the underground water flowed, and the space here became more spacious.

To be precise, this no longer resembled a sewer; it was as if they had arrived beneath another castle, with its walls neatly and smoothly restored, and its domes even higher, displaying the grandeur of an ancient building.

He pushed aside the stunned Gikonno and walked forward. In the distance stood two statues, each seven to eight meters tall, with distorted and abstract shapes. Their bloated bodies were supported by extremely thin arms, and their tongues were sticking out of the air, covered with red moss-like creatures, as if they had just swallowed raw meat.

"Maybe we've taken the wrong path."

“I understand your thinking, because this looks like suicide.” He Yu didn’t care what he was saying at all. He manipulated the threads, and ripples spread around him. “Or let me put it another way.”

"This thing is so ugly, it's just waiting for someone to go inside."