Chapter Sixty: The Frightening Underground Dungeon

  He Lian was carried by two men in black and stuffed into a luxurious carriage, followed by Sang Xiao and Ling Yun who were also sent in. The carriage was extremely spacious, and even with three people inside, it still seemed to have plenty of room to spare. Ling Yun looked at the sealed compartment and opened his mouth to speak, but before he could say anything, the black curtain was slowly lifted, and two old men with a strong smell of herbs on them trembled as they got in. Without saying a word, they began to treat He Lian's and Sang Xiao's wounds separately. Their hands moved with great familiarity, clearly, these were the famous doctors that Ling Xiang had specially invited to treat the two.

  He Lian looked at the old man with a long beard, who was treating his external injuries one by one, with great suspicion in his heart. He couldn't understand the meaning of Ling Xiao's actions. Since he said he wanted to torture them, why did he kindly find two famous doctors to treat their wounds? Was there something strange about these two old men who looked quite kind?

  Seeing Helian'nuo's questioning gaze at the two old doctors, Lingyun couldn't help but speak up: "I'm telling you, kid, instead of indulging in wild thoughts, why not just close your eyes and recover your strength? Cherish this last bit of peace while you can. I guarantee that within three days, you'll be nostalgic for your current life!", For some reason, Lingyun's tone carried a hint of schadenfreude. After finishing his sentence, he closed his eyes and leaned against the carriage, feigning sleep, his expression seemingly carefree and unconcerned about his future fate.

  This old man had just turned pale when he heard that he was going to be sent to the west of the city, so why did he suddenly become so relaxed? He Lianuo turned his head to look at Lingyun who was meditating with his eyes closed, and another layer of doubt arose in his heart. In fact, he had some sympathy for this half-paralyzed Lingyun at first, after all, being betrayed by one's own brother was a blow that anyone could hardly bear. But Lingyun's subsequent urging of Ling Xiao to kill Sang Xiao made He Lianuo's impression of him drop to the bottom instantly. Although Ling Xiao was ruthless and cruel, he could still be considered a straightforward man, but what about Lingyun? Under his calm exterior, how many sinister plots and ambitions were hidden?

  It seemed as if Lingyun had sensed Helian's gaze, and slowly opened his eyes. He let out a light sigh and said: "Are you wondering why I was so secretive about that city before, but now that I'm about to be taken there, I seem calm? To be honest with you, the reason I can still speak to you like this is because I've already considered myself dead!" Lingyun gave Helian a strange look, then closed his eyes again and muttered: "The dead don't understand fear..."

  Is he dead? Looking at Lingyun muttering to himself, Helian Nu suddenly felt a sense of unease in his heart. He didn't think Lingyun's previous words were a joke, because he clearly noticed that there was no longer any vitality in Lingyun's eyes, only despair and pity!

  What was he sympathizing with? Was it his own tragic life or the two children who shared the same fate as him? Helian Nu learned to imitate Lingyun's gentle manner and closed his eyes lightly, but the thoughts swirling in his mind couldn't stop for a moment!

  What exactly was that place in the west, and what kind of terrifying things existed there? He Lianuo wasn't afraid of death; he was afraid of that feeling of uncertainty about his future being out of his control.

  What's more important is that when he was alive, he didn't want to be lonely, he wanted friends to accompany him all the time, but at the moment of his death, he would rather have everything taken care of by himself, because he didn't want any friends to die with him. Sang Xiao, this Sang Xiao who had just been regarded as a brother by him, could it be that the two brothers really had to die together?

  There's Lei Shuo, and Xiao Lang, one of whom is still unconscious to this day, and the other has limitless potential but is currently mediocre. He Lian Nu didn't have much hope that Ling Xiang would miss the two of them who were staying at the inn, perhaps they too are already on their way west like himself.

  He Lianuo tightly closed his eyes, his body mechanically cooperating with the doctor's movements. At this moment, he really couldn't figure out anything. Since he was confused and couldn't find a direction, he might as well go with the flow. There was only one thing that could be certain - He Lianuo would never be a role that others could manipulate at will!

  After an unknown period of time, the carriage slowly stopped in front of a tall building. More than ten men wearing black clothes walked out of the building and approached the carriage with big strides. The coachman jumped down from the carriage and took out a silver-white token from his waist, saying loudly: "The master has ordered that the three people on the carriage are all wanted criminals. You must take good care of them and send them to Tianzi No. 1 to recover from their injuries first. Three days later, you must deliver them to Xue Lian Tower without any harm!"

  The crowd of Han people responded in unison, and one person first got into the carriage and handed out Lingyun and three others one by one. Helian Nuona had been through many battles for several days and was already physically and mentally exhausted. She actually fell asleep on the carriage, and even now, the big Hans were moving her around with seven hands and eight feet, but she didn't wake up. Sang Xiao's situation was the same. Lingyun was awake, but he tightly closed his eyes and didn't make a sound like a mute, extremely obediently letting the black-clothed big Han handle him.

  The men in black, two by two, easily carried three people towards the tower and walked inside. After entering the tower, the first big man touched a hidden mechanism on the wall, and a dark hole opened silently. The big man lit a candle and held it above his head as he led the way down. The crowd followed one after another, and when everyone had entered, the hole closed again silently. The ground returned to its original flatness, without any unusual marks.

  The big man in the lead walked for a long time and finally stopped in front of an iron gate. He placed the candle on the wall bracket, turned around and said loudly: "Lock them up here, remember to be quick with your hands and feet, those two young ones are seriously injured, the city master ordered us to take good care of them, if anything goes wrong later, it's not something you or I can afford!"

  The men behind heard this and hurriedly slowed down their movements, carefully placing Helian Nu and Sang Xiaoan on the grass mat on the ground. However, they didn't have the same patience when it came to Ling Yun's two carriers. The leader had only mentioned taking special care of the two young ones, but hadn't said a word about this old and ugly guy. Although Ling Yun was light in weight, he had been quite a burden to carry on the way here, and his two carriers had grown tired of him. Seizing the opportunity, the two big men exchanged a tacit glance, then raised their hands high and lifted Ling Yun up to chest level. Next, they swung their arms violently, sending Ling Yun flying far away, like a broken sack being heavily slammed onto the ground.

  "Ah yo!!", the floor of this house was made of cold and hard stone slabs, with only some tattered and thin straw mats laid on it. Lingyun's fall was not light, and he couldn't help but furrow his brow in pain. He didn't have time to pretend to be unconscious, and a pained cry escaped his lips uncontrollably.

  The two black-clothed men who had just made a mess heard the sound and looked at each other with a smile, the taller one sneering: "Ah, so this is someone who can breathe, huh? Earlier, those eyes were closed tight, no matter how hard you tried, not a peep came out!"

  The shorter one is not a fuel-efficient lamp either, and upon hearing this, he burst out laughing and intentionally raised his voice: "Isn't that right? Just treat him like a dead man, pretending to sleep all the way, making our two brothers sweat profusely!"

  The two of them were mocking each other, one sentence at a time. Lingyun on the ground was so humiliated that he wished to find a block of tofu and knock himself dead. He also took the opportunity to wipe away the blood stains on his head, constantly burying his head in the rotten grass on the ground.

  "Alright, the dirty work is done, let's lock up and get out of here quickly. This place reeks to high heaven, I don't want to stay here a moment longer!" said the leader of the black-clad men. His two underlings had seen him make his move, but they were also enjoying themselves, except that the smell of this place was really hard to bear. Having finished laughing, he couldn't wait to leave.

  The crowd, who were laughing loudly, heard the leader's command and responded in unison. They locked the gate and walked towards the exit with big strides. As their footsteps faded away, this dark place suddenly became silent.

  Lingyun waited until all the sounds had disappeared before pulling his head out from under the grass mat. He wiped away the blood that had already congealed on his forehead and patted his chest with a relieved expression, saying: "What a close call! This time I almost lost my life. Fortunately, those two little devils didn't see me, or else..."

  "Who says I didn't see?" Suddenly, a teasing voice rose from the darkness, and Lingyun was startled. He quickly turned around to look in the direction of the sound, and vaguely saw that Helianuo, who had been sleeping on the ground just now, was standing behind him with a mocking expression on his face.

  Lingyun's old face turned red, wanting to distinguish what but ultimately didn't say it out loud. Fortunately, He Lianuo also didn't grasp this matter and let go. When Lingyun was in an awkward state, he had already started checking around this narrow room.

  This iron cage should be deep underground, the walls are damp and almost dripping with water, and in the darkness, Helian's gaze can only see a few meters away that there are several similar rooms. The interior of the iron cage is extremely simple, except for a stinky wooden bucket for people to relieve themselves, the rest is just a few tattered straw mats, three thick walls and an iron door that can only allow one person to pass through, almost making it impossible for anyone to have any hope of escape. Helian, unwilling to give up, tried using his photography skills, but he couldn't even get out of the gap in the iron door, so he had no choice but to sit down on the ground with a thud.

  What kind of place is this? Why is it guarded so heavily? Helianuo took out a Soul Origin Sacred Fruit from his bosom and put it in his mouth, quietly increasing his vigilance.