"Of course, what he wanted to swallow whole was just the two people of Lao Gus and Jiang Kuang who were wearing them."
I was slightly silent, and I was going to say something, but in the end I closed my mouth.
I am not clear about what exactly Black City Temple is, but it is still a place that makes people feel scared and excited today.
However, I need to save my dad and go now, as my mom is waiting for me in a rat hole outside. The current situation does not allow me to create unnecessary complications.
Lao Gong also had no intention of letting anyone go.
He hummed the tune with an emphasis on the lyrics, intermingled with phrases like "white as jade, born in the body." He kept his hands open on the edge of the basin, making it hard to be poetic, only adding to the strange and unsettling atmosphere.
I went through many doors.
Some doors were rushed by people, while others only emitted low, mournful howls from within.
This passage is too deep, and I feel that I have already entered the lower part of the continuous hills.
Finally, when the passage reached its end and another route was bent into it, a strange and repulsive smell struck my face. Soon, I could identify it as the stench of death, causing nausea.
However, this passage is much brighter, with quite a few rooms on either side, all without doors. Inside, there are some shelves with objects on them, and on the walls beside them are hanging many small blades.
The surface is clean, but the smell comes from these rooms...
"Don't look too much, my friend. Looking too much causes trouble. We are not far from finding the master." Lao Gong pushed me roughly.
Clearly, he knows the exact location of my dad!
I took a deep breath, regained my composure, and continued to follow Lao Gong forward.
When we reached the end of this passage, we saw a room, with a long table in the middle, and a woman lying on top of it.
Her hands and feet were bound to the four corners of the table, her eyes dull and lifeless. She looked to be under twenty years old, yet she appeared to have been tortured beyond recognition.
Lao Gong remained silent, and continued to walk forward.
This is particularly strange, as we know that even if it were a female ghost, Lao Gong would approach with some compassion. Why then, when faced with a living woman, would he hesitate to approach?
Another turn brought us into the third passage, which was crooked and winding.
I even heard the sound of murmurs, the speed was very fast, and it was still a language I couldn't understand.
The person on top of Lao Gong's shoulders showed a slight change in expression. He nodded to me with his eyes, and then he darted into the first room along this passage.
As I entered the room, Lao Gong and the two people atop Jiang Kuang also squeezed in.
The interior of the room was very dim, and there were many kinds of objects. After people hid in here, their figures were completely hidden.
Several minutes later, over a dozen people passed by one after another.
Due to the poor lighting, I couldn't see their clothes and appearances very clearly.
However, I could see that they were carrying quite a few things in their hands, and I could smell the fragrance of meat and vegetables.
Soon they passed by, and Lao Gong shook his head slightly at me, the meaning clear: we still couldn't move.
Vaguely, I could hear sounds, like a woman sobbing, softly and disturbingly.
It was a long time later, after the sound stopped, the group of people did not return.
After about the same amount of time, they passed by this door again, the baskets they were carrying no longer giving off the fragrance of meat and vegetables.
I thought to myself that it was normal for there to be food brought in if so many people were being detained here.
Finally, when the footsteps had completely disappeared, Lao Gong led the way, carrying me and "Jiang Kuang" forward.
Lao Gong's demeanor was not good-looking; his mood was unpredictable, and there seemed to be a glint of murder in his eyes.
The third passage was finished, and to be honest, I felt it was already very far; the size of this dungeon is astonishing!
The end room had three locks, and there was also a staircase on the side, leading straight up!
On the other side, which should be the direction of the fourth passage, there was a door that was tightly sealed, so tight that not even an ant could squeeze through.
"This place leads out to the heart of Black City Temple. You must not go there."
Lao Gong muttered to himself while saying, "Master, once you're inside, I and Little Jiang will keep watch. The master is inside."
With a click, all three locks were unlocked.
I pushed the door open and entered, finding the light inside particularly dim, making it hard to see.
The door closed again, but there was a click sound, and it turned out to be locked!
My heart was thumping wildly, but I trusted Lao Gong to handle the matter. I wasn't afraid he would lock me inside. He locked the door probably because he was afraid someone else might suddenly come down from the stairs. Then he and Jiang would be able to cover it up, but if the door was left unlocked, it would be impossible to explain.
For a while, my eyes did not adjust to the environment here, mainly because it was too dark.
I could only take out my phone, turn on the flashlight, and the light spread. What I saw was a very spacious room. In the middle of the room, there was a barbed wire fence closed off. The barbed wire fence... it didn't have a door?
This is more like a prison within a house!
There was a stone bed in the prison, and a person was lying quietly on it.
I walked over and approached the iron fence, getting close enough to see the person's face clearly.
He was too thin, his cheeks deeply indented, his temples high and bulging, his eye sockets even deeper. His nose was high and straight. His tangled hair resembled a chicken coop, and his clothes were dirty, but there was an indescribable cleanliness about him.
Yes, it's the presence that's tidy!
In his forties, this is the age when a man is at his strongest and hardest. Yet he looked as if he were a five or sixty-year-old old man.
On the surface, it's hard to see any resemblance between me and him.
After all, he has been imprisoned here for so long, making it hard to see any similarities between him and the people from the Luo family!
It's not their blood, so it's not possible to be similar!
But I still recognize him...
"Father..." I called out trembling.
My dad didn't move, still lying quietly.
His breathing was slightly heavy, and I whispered again, "Dad!"
Suddenly, he opened his eyes and sat up straight.
His movements were very mechanical, almost stiff.
He got off the bed and walked to me.
As he got closer, a terrible stench smelled overwhelming. His wooden eyes showed no emotion.
But for me, I felt my heart was quivering and torturing.
The next second, a sudden change occurred!
His hand actually moved like lightning! It stretched out of the barred cage and tightly grabbed my throat!
The slim bone of his fingers, resembling a pair of pliers, caused a searing pain in my neck instantly!
Only then did I realize, his current state of mind was abnormal, he was a madman!
Strongly suppressing the urge to choke, I quickly took out a Yu Jian and shone it on his face!
The tight grip around my neck suddenly disappeared, and my dad's face showed intense pain. His hands fiercely clutched his head, his fingers pressing deep into his head.
His eyes were wide, and he kept making low growling sounds.
I took deep breaths, but my heart was still extremely nervous.
Despite going through so many things and being able to face the possibility of a mountain collapsing without changing my expression, at this moment, I couldn't suppress the emotions within me...
