Chapter 115 It's not time yet
When Xiao Qihao put on all his clothes and the shadows dissipated, he found that Shen Qingze had broken free from his restraints at some point and was standing there looking at him with amusement.
The little ghost was very happy eating something, which was a reward from the Black and White Impermanence.
The temperature of the candy cube passed through the palm of his hand, bringing with it a slightly sweet warmth that dispelled the accumulated chill in the interrogation room.
The light was dim, and Shen Qing moved his fingertips and took out a hair-thin wire from his inner pocket. The end of the wire had a slight arc from repeated bending.
He didn't say anything, but just leaned forward slightly, and deftly put his fingertips into the door lock.
The wire seemed to have life in his hand. He gently picked it up and turned it. With an almost inaudible "click", the lock core opened.
"Wow!"
Xiao Qihao, who was watching from the side, raised his eyebrows, put his elbow on the little ghost's shoulder, and said with a hint of teasing in his tone,
"Teacher Shen has this skill? He must have done a lot of sneaky things in the past, right?"
The little ghost was knocked back by him and couldn't help but laugh.
"Madam is amazing!"
Shen Qingze didn't turn around, but paused before pushing the door open and said calmly,
"Some people should stop standing and watching, lead the way"
The door opened a crack, and an indescribable smell rushed in.
Shen Qing stepped aside to let the two of them in, and asked Xiao Qihao in a low voice,
"Did you remember the route you mentioned?"
Xiao Qihao made a "don't worry" gesture and led the way in front with the faint light on both sides of the corridor.
The three of them crouched as they walked around the maze-like corridor for several times. The floor beneath their feet meandered to the end. Xiao Qihao reached out and knocked on a loose wall panel, indicating that this was the place.
As soon as I moved the wall panel a little, I could faintly hear voices from inside. They were unclear, but revealed an indescribable tension.
Shen Qing raised her hand and pressed it on Xiao Qihao's shoulder, pressing lightly with her fingertips, signaling him to walk more lightly.
The two of them were like two shadows clinging to the side wall of the secret passage, moving inside with the faint light coming in, breathing very lightly.
In the open space in the middle of the secret passage, Renly stood with his back to them, his profile as hard as a sculpture.
Ye Xiang clenched his fists, his voice filled with suppressed anger.
"You know how risky it is to do this, so why can't you wait a little longer?"
"wait?"
Renly sneered, his tone icy.
"The people above can't wait, and we can't delay that long either."
Four or five men in black stood nearby with their hands hanging down. Their black suits looked like insoluble ink in the dim light, and no one dared to interrupt.
"Give me a moment..."
"Okay, but don't forget what the meaning of doing this is."
The argument didn't last long. Ye Xiang seemed to be persuaded. She closed her eyes tightly and finally said through gritted teeth,
"...I will complete my work, and the follow-up matters have nothing to do with me."
Renly didn't respond, but waved his hand and walked deeper into the secret passage.
Ye Xiang and the group of men in black followed closely behind, and the footsteps gradually faded away in the narrow passage.
Just as Shen Qingze was about to take a step, he caught a glimpse of Xiao Qihao beside him, his face was pale, his jawline was tense, and even his fingertips were trembling slightly.
He frowned and asked in a low voice,
"What's wrong?"
Xiao Qihao turned his head, the light cast a few shadows on his face, he pulled the corners of his mouth and wanted to smile,
The smile did not reach his eyes, he just shook his head slightly and said silently with his lips,
"It's okay, follow me."
After saying this, he took the lead and took a step forward, but the ease in his steps had obviously faded a lot.
The wind at the end of the secret passage smelled of rust and blood. Shen Qingze and Xiao Qihao clung to the tunnel wall. Taking advantage of the time when Renly and his group walked away, they dared to quicken their pace to catch up.
The road below me became steeper and steeper, and the air was filled with a suffocating depression.
It was not until a glimmer of light appeared ahead that the two men crouched and hid in the shadow of the exit.
The scene before him made Xiao Qihao clench his fists instantly, his knuckles turning white.
The messy and dilapidated slave farm in his memory had completely changed its appearance.
I don't know when the God's Messenger Platform was completely built, and a completely different image stood before my eyes.
The white marble-like tabletop spreads out in a winding manner, almost covering the entire area. The edges are carved with intricate and strange patterns, and it glows with an eerie luster under the cold light.
Even more shocking were the huge cages hanging in the air, with heavy iron chains hanging from the dome. Many people were crammed into each cage.
They grabbed the railings and shook them madly. Their hoarse cries and cries for help penetrated the iron bars, mixed with the harsh sound of the chains rubbing against each other, like countless hands tearing at one's nerves.
This place is no longer the slave farm it once was, it is clearly a living hell on earth.
Shen Qing followed his gaze and frowned even more tightly.
He turned his head to look at Xiao Qihao, whose face looked even worse than before in the secret passage.
His lips were pressed into a stiff straight line, and shock and some unspeakable pain were welling up in his eyes.
Renly and Ye Xiang had already walked to the center of the platform and were whispering something to the men in black.
Shen Qing reached out and pressed Xiao Qihao's arm, signaling him to hold steady.
The two of them were still huddled in the corner of the tunnel exit, holding their breath, their eyes fixed on the hellish scene ahead.
The heart was beating heavily in the chest, and every beat made the person feel tense.
Shen Qingze drew a bloody mark on the palm of his hand with his fingertips, and dark red blood oozed out, becoming slightly hot as he silently recited the spell.
The blood contract on my wrist was getting slightly hot.
The blood covenant pattern was faintly visible under the skin, but the familiar feeling from Yeluvis was not felt yet.
This is the Yang world, the Yang energy from the living people is too strong.
The necessary moment has not yet arrived, and Yeluvis cannot be summoned.
He sighed inwardly and was about to stop and tell Xiao Qihao to wait a little longer, but out of the corner of his eye he saw the person next to him suddenly tense his back.
Xiao Qihao's hands were already pressed against the stone wall at the entrance of the tunnel. His knuckles turned white from exerting so much force, and a suppressed growl rolled out of his throat.
It looked like he was going to rush out directly.
"Don't move!"
Shen Qingze's heart tightened, and he stretched out his hand to tightly grasp his arm, with such force that he almost pinched into his flesh.
He lowered his voice, his breath was filled with anxiety.
"Are you crazy? With so many people here, going out is just suicide!"
Xiao Qihao's shoulders were still struggling forward, his eyes fixed on a figure being pushed at the side of the divine platform, his voice trembling,
"That is..."
Before he could finish his words, the corner of his clothes was suddenly pulled down.
The little ghost hiding in the shadow came over at some point, his face pale.
With one hand pulling Shen Qingze's sleeve and the other hand tightly grasping Xiao Qihao's trouser leg, his big eyes were full of panic.
He looked at Shen Qingze's tense face, then at Xiao Qihao's red eyes.
She was so anxious that she was about to cry, but she could only shake her head vigorously and make a low "woooo" sound in her throat, as if begging both of them to calm down.
Shen Qing squeezed Xiao Qihao's hand and put more force on it.
His eyes swept over the men in black on the stage, his voice as cold as ice.
"You can't save anyone, including yourself, by rushing out now."
Xiao Qihao's struggle finally slowed down, but he still gritted his teeth tightly, his chest heaving violently, and his clutched arm trembling slightly.
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