shock!The tyrant's group pet cub is the daughter of heaven

Chapter 1021 Ghost Jailor

Bai Zhi'er shook his head, a little sober.

She struggled to get out of Feng Fuce's embrace.

"I have to go down to see the third brother."

Feng Fuce held her hand.

Maybe he didn't want to scare the others.

He whispered lightly: "Don't go, this smell, there are at least a dozen corpses below."

Bai Zhi'er was a little worried: "Then what should my brother do if he is in danger?"

It would be very strange if Fang Wushe really fell from this secret passage.

How could he pull the iron chain when he was idle?
Feng Fuce's eyes darkened: "I have a way."

He carried Bai Zhi'er to a stool in the corner.

Feng Fuce took off his outer robe and spread it on top, so that Bai Zhi'er's skirt would not be stained with dust.

After Bai Zhi'er sat on the chair.

Feng Fuce bent over, his brows and eyes were stern and indifferent.

He whispered: "God's consciousness is out of the body, you can see it."

This way others can't see them, and Bai Zhi'er won't be hurt by the bad breath below.

Bai Zhier nodded.

She closed her eyes slightly, concentrating.

In an instant, her consciousness left her body, she closed her eyes, and leaned back on the chair.

No one else could see this pink-gold shadow.

Feng Fuce saw Bai Zhier walk into the tunnel.

He called Fang Youzhen: "The princess is drunk and fell asleep, you are here to help me watch her."

"The third son goes down alone, maybe he needs help, I'll help him go down and have a look."

When she heard that Feng Fuce was about to go down, Fang Youzhen's hanging heart finally relaxed.

After all, Wan Zonghou is very capable, with him, the third son and her younger brother can be more secure.

"Then thank you, Lord Hou!" Fang Youzhen walked up to Bai Zhier, supported her, and let the "sleeping" Bai Zhier lean on her.

Everyone saw that Feng Fuce was about to go down.

Yao Liang, a classmate just now, stepped forward: "Does Hou need a torch?"

Feng Fuce didn't turn his head back: "No, I can see it."

He descended the steps, his figure disappearing into the darkness.

Everyone secretly admired it.

In such a dark place, the stench was suffocating, and Wan Zonghou's expression remained unchanged.

As expected of someone who can lead Shurawei.

Bai Zhi'er walked along the long corridor.

There was a faint fire ahead, it should be her third brother holding the torch.

In the surrounding prison cells, bones can be seen everywhere.

Most of them died at the door of the cell.

There was pity in Bai Zhi'er's eyes.

It seemed that they could vaguely hear their wailing for help back then.

When the previous dynasty was broken, all the officials of the previous dynasty were afraid that they would be caught and killed by Bai Xilie.

They run extremely fast.

The jailers guarding the cells probably all ran away with him.

The prisoners in the depths of the dungeon were left behind, not only unable to escape, but no one even heard their calls for help.

Bai Zhi'er heard a strange whip sound coming from ahead.

She was startled.

Her third brother probably didn't have a weapon, and even if he did, it wouldn't be the sound of a whip.

Bai Zhi'er raised her eyes and saw that the fire had gone out.

She hurried forward quickly.

The third son was standing there, checking the torch.

"Strange, why did it suddenly disappear?"

He couldn't see, in the dark place beside him, there was a grieving ghost wearing a jailer's clothes, raising his whip high, and was about to whip him.

Bai Zhi'er snorted softly, "Stop!"

The jailer's ghost looked at Bai Zhi'er, his face was full of blackness.

Probably because of the divine light on Bai Zhi'er's body.

The ghost jailer was a little uncomfortable, retreating into the darkness and slowly disappearing.

Moments later, the torch in Sanshizi's hand ignited again by itself.

(End of this chapter)