The black iron gate was completely opened, and the dou chisel was moved aside, exposing the scene inside to everyone's view.
At first glance, the hall was excessively simple, with absolutely no decorations.
From front to back, it was filled with densely packed prison cells.
No, it's less like a prison cell and more like... a dog cage!
All the cells were only large enough for one person to crouch or kneel, making it impossible to stand.
The cage door was locked, and the bottom was covered with a layer of dirty straw.
Qin Zhaoyue had excellent eyesight; she noticed many things with just a glance.
The straw was stained with many dirt marks, and it was easy to guess what they were.
Intentionally ignore these details and shift your gaze upwards.
Most of the prison cells were filled with people, and without exception, they were all quite good-looking.
The boy was as handsome as a bamboo shoot, and the girl as beautiful as a budding flower; their facial skin still appeared delicate even in dim light.
However, the tattered prison uniforms revealed that many of the prisoners had injuries on their bodies.
However, some people's wounds were shallower and pink skin had already grown back, while others' bandages were still bleeding.
The reason the smell was still tolerable was because the medicinal smell was so strong that it completely masked the other smells.
Qin Zhaoyue pursed her lips, not because of the smell, but because of the condition of these imprisoned people.
Their eyes held no light, only emptiness and numbness.
Many people were completely naked, or wore only tattered gauze that could barely cover their bodies.
Without exception, each of them wore a rough leather collar around their neck, which was then chained to the cage wall.
Like items waiting to be chosen, or even more like beautiful pets kept in captivity.
The main gate was wide open, and bright light streamed into the hall. The people standing outside were all unfamiliar faces, but almost no one turned to look at them.
A small number of people huddled up, pressing themselves tightly against the cage on the side furrowed away from the temple door, and suppressed, faint sobs could be heard.
But most people didn't react at all; they didn't cry out, they didn't struggle, they were just numb.
Silent beauty is imprisoned in filth, revealing a morbid fragility.
Qin Zhaoyue clenched her fist, and could roughly guess the purpose of this place.
This is the warehouse. After the prisoners have received treatment and their wounds have been healed, they are "released" and sent to the front hall.
In other words, the rear hall is the "serving area," a temporary place to replenish the feast held at the Golden Pool in front!
Just then, Dou Zhan stepped into the area, with Yin Zhe following closely behind.
Qin Zhaoyue woke up with a start, wondering what reason the two of them had for insisting on going in.
Despite the psychological resistance, I quickly followed along.
What if these two reliable bodyguards are abandoned and then taken hostage by the God of Wealth?
The sound of footsteps echoed in the hall, followed by the sound of wheelchairs rolling over.
But those people in the cage either turned a blind eye, like emotionless puppets;
They either cower in a corner, trembling, trying their best to suppress the fear in their hearts.
The group continued forward until they reached the bottom of the main hall, where handles were cast on a black stone slab in front of them.
The chisel moved swiftly, pulling it up to reveal a stone staircase that extended downwards, just wide enough for one person to pass through.
A stronger, more nauseating odor suddenly surged out!
Compared to the Chinese medicine used to suppress the odor in the hall, the smell was more than ten times worse.
The fishy smell, the stench, the burnt smell... all mixed together, even just a faint whiff of it could make your stomach churn.
Before I could get used to it, the chisel had already descended the steps.
"Wait a minute!" Qin Zhaoyue quickly transmitted her voice, "Do I really have to go down too? Can't one of you stay here to protect me?"
She already guessed what the scene below would be like, and was unwilling to move for a moment.
As the largest underground force in Fengjing, the Nine Gates are by no means doing charity; there are countless shady, disgusting things going on inside.
But she's just a princess with no ambition, does she really need to know so much?
Yin Zhe stopped and glanced at her indifferently. "Your Highness, the duty of supervision must not be neglected."
I instinctively tried to take a deep breath, but I stopped myself from doing so.
Qin Zhaoyue met his gaze, but she couldn't detect the slightest hint of yielding in his eyes.
Yin Zhe's attitude was firm; he had to go down.
After a mere five or six breaths of confrontation, she disregarded everything and continued walking down the path, not forgetting to instruct Zhao Tai, "Follow me."
The wheelchair of the God of Wealth's head cannot pass through these narrow steps, so he must wait above.
Qin Zhaoyue's face was pale, her pretty face tense.
On someone else's turf, is it enough for Sui Mo, who has just advanced to the fourth rank, to protect her from being ambushed?
It is precisely because they have grasped this point that the Hidden Serpent can act so recklessly!
Circumstances dictate that she had no choice but to grit her teeth and keep up.
Sui Mo clung tightly to her back, followed by Zhao Tai, whose expression was also quite unpleasant.
Qin Zhaoyue didn't dare to be alone with the God of Wealth's head, and neither did Zhao Tai.
The downward passage was very narrow, barely wide enough for one person to pass through.
It became even more difficult for him to hold the person, and finally, out of desperation, he held the dice upright and gently lowered it against himself.
Only the head of the God of Wealth remained on top, without a single explanation.
He stared at the cave entrance, his eyes unfathomable.
It seemed like a perfect opportunity, whether to escape or use the underground palace's traps to ambush them.
But... is it really possible to escape alive from the hands of a Divine Martial Realm expert?
A difference of one region can make all the difference.
When I was first imprisoned, I couldn't muster the slightest thought of resistance.
After much internal struggle, I finally gave up on this "tempting" idea.
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