Chapter 19 Chapter 19 The dark ceiling, dirty...
The dark ceiling, the filthy floor, the walls made of blood, flesh and stench, mixed with a dizzying and nauseating smell that had not been cleaned for a long time.
Colorful mold grew like mushrooms in various cracks. There was a locked door at the end of the long corridor, and footsteps were heard outside.
The footsteps stopped at the door, and then the sound of unlocking was heard outside. Everyone coming in from outside knew this process.
First, there was a hazy door with a slightly green tint and covered with a layer of gauze, followed by a wooden door, and then an iron door. Behind the solid iron door was an iron railing door like a fence.
Layer upon layer of iron railings were densely packed there. In a trance, it made people feel that the soft vines had turned into steel and died there, leaving behind only hard corpses, dark gray in color, a layer of almost invisible skin, and dust underneath that was like mushroom spores that made people have to avoid it and want to cough.
The door opened, and the person who opened it stood by with his head lowered and slightly bent, very politely and respectfully, waiting for the person in the darkness to come out.
Then, from the darkness behind the door, a demon as black as the darkness walked out. He wore a black gentleman's hat on his head, a black bow tie around his neck, a black suit on his body, black socks and leather shoes on his feet, and a pitch-black cane in his hand. It was hard to imagine whether he was going to use this thing to beat people or to teach others etiquette.
It could not be that he was guiding himself, for he seemed to have no manners at all, though he was not of the barbaric type either in appearance or in behavior.
But everyone who sees him will have a strong intuition, that is - he is essentially a beast disguised as a human form.
In fact, when he made no secret of his race and let those around him know that he was a demon, most people were not surprised, but only felt that the dust had settled.
It's like being sentenced to death, facing the dark muzzle of a gun, knowing that the other party will pull the trigger, but only when you see the bullet flying towards you do you feel that the end is about to come.
This is as it should be, and there is no surprise at all.
He is that kind of monster.
Sadah stopped at the most recently used and most crowded prison window, facing the people in the prison, with an expressionless face, scanning them one by one with a silent gaze.
It would be wonderful if he could just rip these things apart, peel them, grind them into pieces, and burn them to ashes. But alas, alas. He had promised, and he couldn't do that. What a pity.
If they still can't find it today, tomorrow will be their death, everyone's. It's wonderful! It's a day worth looking forward to.
Although it is not worth being happy about not finding anything, if the souls and flesh of these wastes can be used to pave a road, their existence is not completely useless.
Pray that the lost items will be found before tomorrow.
Otherwise, nothing can save them.
Although the people crammed into the prison felt extremely overcrowded, hot and humid, almost unbearable, they all remained silent at the moment his gaze swept over them, as if fulfilling an unspoken promise.
Or maybe it was actually an instinctive revelation.
Driven by the instinct of survival, regardless of whether they knew who was in front of them, they knew what they should do now: keep quiet, don't move, and try not to let the other person notice them. That's it.
Sada looked at them, turned around and left, just as quickly as he came, making it impossible to figure out what he was doing there.
After he left, everyone in the prison breathed a sigh of relief and almost lay on the ground, like a pile of soft marshmallows melted by fire, except that the outside was burnt black and gave off a bitter, burnt smell, making it difficult to swallow.
They looked at each other, their faces turning green, and tried to distance themselves from the others as much as possible. However, because the prison was not big and there were too many people inside, they had to rub shoulders with each other.
In this terrible environment, they started discussing it unconsciously.
"What on earth did that man come here for?"
"He probably wanted to ask us if we knew anything about his stuff, but we're already here, how could we know? If we knew, we wouldn't have come here."
"Isn't it? If I knew, I would have told you earlier. Isn't it because I didn't know that I was locked up? He probably suspected that we were hiding something, right? He thinks too highly of our relationship."
"Where can we get that kind of stuff? I just hope his stuff can be found soon and we can be released soon. Otherwise, this kind of life is really terrible and unbearable."
"I think so."
The ghosts discussed in the prison for a while and gradually quieted down.
As Sada was on his way to his departure, he asked the demons around him, "Hasn't it been found yet?"
"Yes." The demons looked at each other and answered in a low voice.
They were also worried about making him angry.
Although he was now angry, he was obviously restrained, otherwise none of those things in the prison would have survived and would have been reduced to ashes long ago.
"Have you checked the location where the last reaction was heard before the thing disappeared?" Sada stopped and although there was no expression on his face, his tone could be described as gentle.
"We've seen it," the other demons said tremblingly, "but he hasn't returned, and there's no news. I don't know what happened. There's a human territory nearby, and maybe they're negotiating."
"Negotiate?" A hint of sneer flashed across Sada's face, so the two words were pronounced particularly lingeringly and bitterly, with a deep contempt and disdain. However, because he did not show much expression, he looked like an extremely arrogant gentleman, and seemed even more untainted and arrogant.
The demons around him all lowered their heads, and no demon dared to question anything he said.
"Then let me go talk to them." Sada tried to announce to everyone that his patience was about to run out, but announcing this matter itself would also consume his patience, so he didn't want to say a word. He just gave orders to the other demons in a cold tone, turned around and walked towards the transportation that should have been prepared long ago.
Because the lost items were really old items from many years ago, in the days after they were lost, he couldn't help but think of the long time ago while searching for them.
It seemed that what was lost was not only something from a long time ago, but also his clear perception of the present. As long as he could not find that thing, it would be difficult for him to realize that the present is the present, the past is the past, and the future is the future.
This should have been an easy thing to tell, but it isn't.
The dark sky, the dark clouds, the dark castle, the dark flowers and grass, and the thorns crawling all over the ground that will never grow eyes.
The tiny stars occasionally twinkled for a moment between the dark clouds and the distant sky, like an illusion or a miracle, and then disappeared completely, as if they had never appeared. Everything was extremely quiet.
Walking on the winding and narrow path, I could only hear the cold wind blowing around me, brushing my hair and ears vaguely. Then, it made the leaves not far away rustle, but the leaves nearby did not move, so when I heard the rustling of the leaves, I always felt that it was an illusion.
The grass leaves on the ground swayed slightly, but made no sound. When people passed by, they would use their jagged edges to rub against the skin of their trouser legs and ankles, like a pervert, smearing the dew that had accumulated last night.
He walked along the path into the castle. There was no one outside and there were almost no lights on inside. He walked up the spiral staircase and pushed open the door of a study.
There was a light on inside the door, but the light was too dim. It could only illuminate the desk and not even the chair. He paused at the door for a moment and walked in.
The gray-haired old man, wearing thick glasses, was holding a yellowed old book and reading hard in the light. When he heard footsteps, he looked up at him.
He stopped near the table and looked the old man in the eye. His face was expressionless, and his tone was full of fatigue and perfunctory business. He was very arrogant: "I'm here to kill you. Do you have any last words?"
"If I give you the castle, can you let me live two more days?" The old man listened to his offensive words without changing his expression or anger. He slowly put the book in his hand on the table, tilted his head to look at him, and asked with a smile.
This seems to be a negotiating tone.
He frowned, thinking the other party was wasting their time, and refused without hesitation: "No, I'd rather take it myself than accept charity from others. Besides, the castle can only be acquired by killing the previous owner, and I don't want to leave any trouble behind."
After a pause, he recalled the rumors about the castle, which said it had the ability to predict the future. He hesitated and said, "Unless you can give me something that can offset my losses."
The old man seemed to have anticipated this. He lowered his head, opened the drawer, rummaged around inside for a while, found a yellowed piece of paper, handed it to him, and said with a smile, "I think this will do."
"What is this?" He took a look at it but did not reach out to take it. He inexplicably became a little alert.
Even under the dim light, everything was warm and kind, and even the old man in front of him had no offensive power at all, as if the person opposite him would turn into a corpse if he just stretched out his hand.
"Don't you know?" The old man narrowed his eyes, looking at him with a half-smile. He held out the paper to him again, tempting him like the serpent in the Garden of Eden. His slow tone was filled with unquestionable certainty, certain that he would accept it: "This castle's prophecy about the next owner."
That piece of paper was indeed very attractive to him.
He hesitated for only a moment before reaching out to take it. There was a picture of Bai Tianming on the paper.
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