Pick up an assassin as a wife

"This is it." The elder sister pointed at the raised round stone in front of her and said.

The woman Lan'er behind her also nodded and said, "It should be."

The eldest sister was then ready to press the button in front of her.

The moment she stretched out her hand, a look of fear flashed across her face, and then she slowly stretched out her hand to touch the mechanism.

As she pressed the raised stone with her hand, she heard a roar, and the huge circular stone door suddenly rose upwards.

When the stone door rose upwards, an extremely strong and unpleasant smell of decay suddenly came out from the purgatory.

The tangy smell of decay made it seem as if the beast imprisoned in this purgatory was some kind of beast.

At the same time, a huge space appeared.

But a huge empty stone chamber appeared in their eyes.

Purgatory really happened.

In the purgatory in front of me, there are huge boulders, and there are also war horses carved from stone, as well as figures carved from stone.

It's just that the stone carvings of those figures have been destroyed at this moment... I don't know if it is because of the passage of time, or if it is caused by man-made damage. Anyway, all the figures of those stone carvings have been broken.

There are many strange cracks on the stone walls surrounding Purgatory. Those cracks seem to be caused by internal energy and are extremely deep.

Looking at the extremely deep cracks on the surrounding stone walls, the eldest sister and the Lan'er woman in front of them stared with wide eyes.

"This is purgatory..."

"This is where (him) is locked up..." the eldest sister in front of him suddenly murmured.

The woman Lan'er at the back suddenly widened her eyes, staring at the front and said: "Sister, look there..."

As she said this, she reached out and pointed to the front.

I saw two tall stone pillars at the front, one on the left and one on the right. The stone pillars were five or six meters high and as thick as a century-old tree, standing proudly there.

On top of the two large stone pillars are layers of thick fine steel chains. The chains are not as thick as an arm, and their hardness is simply beyond the scope of human imagination.

And among these arm-thick fine steel chains, there is a person tied up, his hands and feet tied up.

Oh my god, what kind of guy is controlled by the master of the Hell Gate in such terrible ways?

They saw that the man had his back to them. He was a strange old man with gray hair. The robe he was wearing seemed to be completely rotten due to the long time...

His hair was disheveled, like a primitive beast. He stood motionless with his back to the two people in front of him, as if dead, and the rotten aura emanated from him.

But he said that when the two women saw (him), they both opened their eyes wide.

"Sister...he...he...is really here." I heard the Lan'er woman stammering as if she couldn't even speak clearly.

The eldest sister also had a look of fear on her face. She looked at the guy who was controlled by the thick iron rope not far in front and shook her head at this moment.

"He's really still here..."

"Did I guess wrong and the person who rescued that damn boy was not (him)?" The elder sister's head turned rapidly.

But then she thought again: But apart from (him), there is really no one in the world who can untie the master's broken tendon hand, right? What's going on here?

While the eldest sister was thinking this, she heard the woman Lan'er say: "Sister, since this (him) is still trapped here, we'd better leave here as soon as possible... The master once said, Purgatory , no one can enter, and now we have disobeyed the order... If we don't go out, I'm afraid the consequences will be even more disastrous when the master comes back." The Lan'er woman said fearfully.

After she finished speaking, the woman named Eldest Sister was thinking about it with cold eyes.

"No, I must check it out."

"No one in the world can untie the owner's severed tendon hand except for the one in front of me. I don't believe that that damn boy named Li has wings and flies into the sky."

After hearing what the elder sister said stubbornly, the woman named Lan'er was speechless.

She didn't know what to do at the moment, she was completely depressed.

Just when she was wondering, she saw the eldest sister entering the purgatory in front of her step by step, and walking towards the figure whose hands and feet were bound by fine steel chains.

When the Lan'er woman saw her eldest sister actually doing this, she opened her eyes wide... She wanted to dissuade her, but unfortunately it was too late. She had no choice but to stamp her foot hard, and then quickly followed.

The two of them actually walked step by step towards the strange old man who was wrapped in fine steel chains and whose hands and feet were trapped.

But they said that the weird old man exuded an extremely unpleasant smell of decay. He didn't know whether he was dead or alive, so he sat in a cross-legged posture, motionless with his back to them.

As they approached step by step, a deep sense of fear emerged from their hearts.

But the two of them still walked forward step by step.

When they finally had the courage to walk over step by step, they really saw him.

I saw this (him) who had been imprisoned by legend for hundreds of years.

But I saw him sitting cross-legged on the cold stone floor. His gray hair was as sparse as weeds, and his blackened scalp could be seen. His face was like a mummy, except for the sallow skin. There was no flesh left, and his eyes were sunken tightly... He kept them closed, his hands were slightly placed in front of his thighs, and the nails on his ten fingers were like zombies, long and sharp, and the nails were black. …

At the wrists of his skinny hands, his arms were tightly clasped by fine steel chains.

Is he the person who has been imprisoned for hundreds of years?

Is he the scary guy who created the broken hand?

Looking at the strange old man with his eyes tightly closed in front of them, the two women were all stunned.

"Sister...Is he...he...dead? Or alive?" Suddenly a question came out of the Lan'er woman's mouth.

To be honest, the strange old man sitting in front of me looked like a dead man.

Not only does his face look like that of a dead person, but no matter where you look from, he seems to have been dead for a long, long time...

To be honest, the eldest sister didn't know whether the person in front of her was dead or alive.