The narrow, bottomless opening resembled a gaping maw of a deep abyss; just one glance was enough to send a chill down one's spine.

As if guided by some unseen force, An Ning clutched her chest and took a deep breath: "Something's not right."

Something's not right here.

The desire to go inside and find out what was going on was fiercely conflicting with the unease in her heart, and Anning didn't know what to do.

"Your Highness, I suddenly feel very confused."

Old Yan carefully examined the empty courtyard. There was no furniture, no candlelight, just an empty shell, a shell built to conceal the secret passage.

"Xiao Ning, go in and take a look."

Old Yan looked unusually serious and said to An Ning in a deep voice.

An Ning nodded: "Okay."

Soon, Mu Ange cleared away all three floor tiles at the entrance, and the entrance to the secret passage grew wider and wider.

With a whoosh, Mu Ange blew on the tinderbox in his hand and shone it into the dark passage, causing all three of them to gasp in surprise.

In the dim light, a rugged, downward staircase appeared before my eyes.

The messy footprints indicate that this is a secret passage that is still in use, but what lies at the end of the passage?

Mu Ange stepped forward: "I'll go in and take a look first."

Anning followed closely behind.

Old Yan said, "I'll cover the rear."

The further down she went, the colder and more damp the air became, and An Ning couldn't help but shiver.

After walking for a short while, the secret passage suddenly turned.

Mu Ange stopped, pressed her ear against the wall, closed her eyes and listened intently for a while, then suddenly turned her head and whispered, "Someone's there."

An Ning felt her heart tremble: "Someone's there?"

How many people?

"Old Yan asked."

Mu Ange frowned more and more deeply: "A lot."

"a lot of?"

An Ning regretted it; she shouldn't have brought the prince and her master down here to take this risk.

"Let's go back."

An Ning said in a slightly trembling voice.

Old Yan, however, became stubborn: "Since we're already here, let's be careful. We should be fine."

Mu Ange nodded, his furrowed brows relaxing slightly: "There are many people, but only two of them know martial arts."

An Ning was puzzled: "A basement that went to such great lengths to hide, with many people inside, most of whom don't know martial arts, what kind of people do you think would build such a basement, or under what conditions would such a situation occur?"

Mu Ange frowned in thought: "Could it be a dungeon? Are those who don't know martial arts prisoners? And are the two who do know martial arts here to watch over them?"

An Ning nodded: "Very likely."

"Then let's take care of the two who know martial arts first."

Mu Ange nodded: "Okay, you all stay here and don't move. I'll go and handle it."

With a whoosh, Mu Ange blew out the tinder.

He pressed himself tightly against the wall, descending the steps little by little.

In the midst of this tranquility, a cough suddenly rang out, followed by a flash of light around the next corner.

Mu Ange suddenly stepped back, hiding herself in the corner of the secret passage.

The moment the person settled in, footsteps began to sound.

The sound grew closer and closer, and the light became brighter and brighter with each footstep.

Mu Ange silently reached for her waist, and just as the footsteps were about to turn the corner, she suddenly stepped forward. With a soft thud, the dagger in her hand plunged into the man's abdomen, ending his life without making a sound.

He gently helped the man down to the ground. As soon as he looked up, he saw another man standing in front of him, his expression gloomy, like a demon from hell.

"court death!"