My master is the coffin

Chapter 534 Basement

Then it suddenly dawned on me, no wonder they couldn't be found anywhere, it turned out that these people dug a basement here.

The abbot also said: "If it were me, I would dig the basement here too. This house looks dangerous at first glance. Maybe it will collapse one day and people will be crushed to death."

Wushuang pointed to the stairs: "Okay, stop talking, let's go down quickly."

The stairs are very simple, with steps made of bricks and then smoothed with cement.

There are countless turns in this staircase, and every ten or so steps, there is a small light.In addition, there are two walls next to it.

The concrete stairs are very thick, and walking on them feels very solid.

However, the stairs feel grounded to that person, which is not the case with the walls on either side.The wall is wide at the bottom and narrow at the top, and it feels oppressive to walk up, as if the walls on both sides are trying to squeeze you, sandwiching you in the middle.

Moreover, the walls on both sides are not blank, with many murals painted on them.

These murals can't be said to have any artistic sense, but they look extremely eerie.

I cut all the way down and found that these murals have some characteristics.

The first is human torture.Broken legs, gouged out eyes, beheaded...all bloody and weird.Although it was painted on the wall, in my eyes, I always felt that I could smell a strong smell of blood.

Wushuang said: "The person living in this basement is indeed a pervert. It doesn't seem so unreasonable for him to hang a funny face on the tree."

The abbot was very nervous all the way and kept silent.We also understand this. After all, he has a fat body, and he almost squeezed into this narrow corridor.I feel that he is always worried about whether he will get stuck in this place if he takes two more steps.

No matter what, the claustrophobic environment is always scary.Whether it is a human or a god, the fear in the bottom of my heart has not been relieved by the growth of strength.

We turned two corners and still didn't see any rooms.

The abbot couldn't bear it anymore, and said, "How deep have these people dug? Do they want to smuggle to the United States?"

Wushuang pointed to the mural on the wall next to it and reminded us: "The style has changed."

I turned my head and looked.Sure enough, it has changed.This time it was an angel with wings and a devil with red hair and green face.This style of painting has quite Western characteristics, and it probably has something to do with Christianity.

Wushuang said: "This gang of beggars covers a wide range of fields."

I didn't speak, because I always felt that the stairs were a bit weird, but there seemed to be no reason for us not to go down.

Going down, I saw a series of regional plots.Oil pan, millstone, Naihe Bridge.This is about hell.

Later, we even saw stoning, burning, and hanging.

Various criminal laws with symbolic meaning.

The more I walked back, the more surprised I found that the people who were tortured were all the same person.This person looks very young and seems a little familiar.

The expression on his face has been changing in a very slight range.From extreme pain, to the end, full of evolution into enjoyment.

Because the change is very subtle, we didn't notice it at all when we looked at it one by one.

It wasn't until the last picture that I suddenly discovered this problem.

Wushuang, who was walking in the front, suddenly stopped.Immediately afterwards, he turned around nervously: "Let's go back quickly."

I was taken aback by her expression, and quickly asked, "What's wrong? Why go back so quickly?"

Wushuang said nervously, "How long have we been walking?"

I shook my head: "I don't know, but it should be a long time."

Wushuang said: "In such a deep underground, there is no other room, only such a passage. How could the scream just now reach the ground?"

When Wu Shuang said this, I was also surprised.Secretly said: "Oops, did someone lure us here on purpose?"

Wushuang nodded: "I guess so."

I hurriedly urged the abbot behind: "Turn around, turn around quickly, go back."

The abbot said dissatisfied: "Do you know how difficult it is to turn around in this small cage with my body?"

Then I saw him turn around with difficulty, almost rubbing against the walls on both sides.

We took two steps up.Suddenly, my heart felt a little hairy.I turned around and asked Wushuang, "Do you feel like someone is watching us?"

The small lamp on the wall shone on Wushuang's face, and her complexion was very bad.Then, I saw her pointing to the wall next to her: "It's them."

At this time, I found out that when I looked up from below.The tortured person on the mural.It was clearly staring at us with two eyes.

It's a bad feeling to be watched.But we don't want to stay here any longer, because the scream at the beginning was clearly a trap.

We hurried up to go up.

My eyes are always looking at those murals involuntarily. I can see the expressions of the prisoners changing from enjoyment to pain.

I don't know why, but I feel my heart is beginning to be influenced by him.

Every time I took a step up, I felt that I was being tortured.

On the first step, I was burned.The second step was hit by a stone.On the third step, go down to the oil pan.

At the back, when I saw the eye gouged out and the foot broken, I couldn't go on.

At this time, I suddenly understood a truth.All real fear exists in the world.

What is the frying pan, what is the kid grinding the mill.These after-death things don't actually arouse maximum fear.

The most frightening thing is to suffer while alive.Watching your kind, two eyes turned into blood holes, good limbs cut off.

I saw the victim open his mouth and scream loudly.I couldn't help but feel a suffocation in my chest.

I feel a little hot on my forehead, this small space is really too stuffy.

I even felt like I was out of breath.

Suddenly, I heard Wushuang yelled in a high-pitched voice behind me.

This sound was like a signal, and my sanity completely disappeared.I followed her and screamed loudly.

I started scratching here, as if I was going to smash it with my hands.

But my hand touched the wall and felt a little weak.Just like the tortured person in the painting, with his hands tied behind his back, he was slaughtered.

I don't know how long I screamed, anyway, at the end, my whole body broke away and I fell to the ground.I was so exhausted that I couldn't keep my eyes open.

Then, there seemed to be a sound of talking around.I feel like my body is being dragged.

Then it hit something hard.

Suddenly, a bucket of cold water was poured over.I was shocked and woke up.

When I woke up, there was a very bright light shining on me, so I couldn't open my eyes at all.

Then, the light flickered and moved away.

I squinted and looked here.This should be the bottom of the basement.

It's big, spacious, and even eerily empty.

After walking in the narrow corridor for so long just now, when I first saw such a wide place, I couldn't even get used to it.

It was only later that I discovered that this place is actually not too spacious, but someone put mirrors on the walls, which magnified the place several times.

However, even so, this room is much wider than ordinary rooms.

I found both Wushuang and Abbot sitting next to me.Of course, we were not the only captives in the room.There are also many old and weak women and children here, most of whom have disabled hands and feet.

I shook my head, trying to stand up.But I struggled a bit and lost.

Prostration, the long-lost sense of prostration.I feel like my soul has been drained.

I tilted my head to look at Wushuang, and asked, "What's going on?"

Wushuang closed his eyes slightly, and said, "We're still in the right place."

I nodded helplessly: "I know we've got the trick, but how did we get caught? The opponent is really hard to guard against."

Wushuang said: "It should be that tree. Do you remember? You said your foot was pierced."

I nodded: "Remember, is there something wrong with this tree?"

Wushuang hummed, and said: "The only possibility is this tree. In the rest of the places, we are very careful that there is an unknown poison on the tree, which is designed to destroy our souls. We just fell into the trap little by little. Gradually collapsed and didn't even react."

(End of this chapter)