Song Ci stared at the mountain wall in front of her and said, "The shortcut to the back mountain is right in front of us."

Wu Wu said, "I know this. There's an escape passage in the mountain behind our house. Such escape doors are usually painted the same color as the mountain, but they're different. There's nothing behind them."

Zhou Wu knocked on the mountain wall in front of him and soon hit a stone wall with a hollow drum sound. "This is the door." Zhou Wu pushed the door hard, and it opened instantly, revealing a small path wide enough for two people to pass, leading directly to the other side of the mountain.

Zhou Wu walked in first, Song Ci walked in the middle, and Song Fei walked at the back holding a flashlight.

It was pitch black inside the mountain, and one couldn't even see one's fingers when stretching out one's hand. Song Ci turned on his flashlight and found that there were night lights installed on the stone walls on both sides of the passage, but they didn't know where the opening was.

After traveling through the mountain for more than three minutes, Friday said, "We're here."

In front of Friday was a stone door.

Zhou Wu bit the flashlight between his teeth and pushed the stone door open. After a loud rumbling sound, the stone door was pushed open and the three of them walked out together.

Outside the door, it was still dark.

Zhou Wu raised the light in his hand, but before he could see clearly, he heard an old voice with no fluctuations: "Who?"

When no one answered, the old woman asked again, "Mo Zhangkuang?"

The old man's voice sounds like a bone sliding on stone, which makes people's eardrums feel uncomfortable. This is because the owner of the voice rarely speaks.

Song Ci waved his flashlight and shone it around, only to find that they were in a secret room, and the person who was speaking was probably hiding, so they couldn't see him.

Song Fei said, "There should be a light here." She shone the flashlight on the stone wall and saw the switch. She walked over and turned it on.

Bang!

The originally dark secret room suddenly became bright. Song Ci and the others covered their eyes with their arms and only raised their heads after their eyes adjusted to the brightness of the light.

Song Ci was shocked by the environment in front of him.

Before her was a cage-like building designed in a semi-arc shape. If someone looked inside from the outside, they might only see a house built against the mountain, but no one knew that inside the house was half a cage built against the mountain wall!

The building was five stories high, with six small cell cages on each floor, and a long corridor outside each cell. Each cell had only one window, which faced the corridor.

I think those compartments were used to imprison medicine men. Each compartment held one medicine man. At the height of the Mo family's fame, this place was probably overcrowded, with an endless supply of medicine men...

After Song Ci saw the appearance of this place clearly, all the pores on his body stood up and his body temperature gradually cooled. Song Fei and Zhou Wu also said nothing, pursed their lips tightly, and frowned as they looked at the cage in front of them.

Taking a deep breath, Friday growled, "Beast!"

Song Fei is a person with very few emotional fluctuations, but at this moment, standing in this sinful place, Song Fei's bones felt a little cold.

She subconsciously looked at Song Ci behind her and saw that Song Ci's face was pale and she was trembling slightly. She quickly supported Song Ci. "Song Ci, don't be afraid, your sister is here."

Song Ci leaned in Song Fei's arms, about to cry, "How could they do this..."

How can that be!

Song Fei didn't answer, but just squeezed Song Ci's arm hard, using the pain to keep Song Ci calm. After a while, Song Ci gradually calmed down.

She pushed Song Fei aside and walked to the center of the hall. Song Ci looked up at the small compartments above. She pondered for a moment before saying, "Junior Song Ci, I'm bringing my sister Song Fei and my good friend Friday to ask about the old man's well-being."

After Song Ci finished speaking, the sound of a chain being dragged echoed in the silent air. Song Ci and the others raised their heads and looked towards a small compartment on the second floor in the direction of the sound.

An old man with fluffy hair was standing behind the window of the small compartment in the left corridor of the second floor and the back.

The old lady was very old, with a face covered with wrinkles. She was looking through the partition fence at the Song Dynasty porcelain below.

Seeing the beautiful appearance of Song Ci and Song Fei, the old man's eyes gradually flickered. "You, are not the Mo family..." This time, the old man's voice sounded much more normal, without that uncomfortable feeling.