The inside was like a tomb, with broken spider webs everywhere, and the pungent stench became even stronger.

The three of them walked slowly, and after a while, it seemed that they had finally reached the end.

A prison guard pinched his nose and said, "That's it."

The other prison guard nodded sadly.

Yang Hua raised his eyes and saw that it was a very thick iron door. The entire iron door was extremely rusty, and the layer of paint on the surface had peeled off at some point.

One of the prison guards looked at Yang Hua and said with a smile: "Brother, we two brothers can take you here, you better go in by yourself." After saying that, he laughed evilly.

He took out an iron key that was larger than the one outside just now and inserted it into the iron door.

There was a clanging sound inside, and the heavy iron door seemed to have been opened.

The smell coming out of it not only made the three of them vomit.

I don’t know who is being imprisoned here. But to be honest, those who can survive in this place can be said to be simply not human. Yang Hua looked at this place and sighed inwardly.

He knew after the accident that he would not live long. As for how he would die? Yang Hua did not consider this issue. But now, after Yang Hua came outside the iron gate, he understood that death was

It's scary, especially staying in a place like this and slowly waiting to die.

One prison guard finally endured the stench and gently opened the heavy iron door, while the other seemed to ignore the overwhelming stench at the moment and took a few steps back. He raised the semi-automatic rifle in his hand and pointed it at the prison guard.

The heavy iron door looked nervous.

The iron door opened with a creak.

It was pitch black inside, and the only thing that could be seen was an extremely dim light bulb. What was even stranger was the sound of running water coming from inside.

Yang Hua froze there, looking at the restricted area in the black prison, which would become the place where he would stay before his death. Thinking of this, Yang Hua's heart suddenly dropped to the bottom.

After the prison guard in front opened the iron door, he quickly backed away. At this time, he saw that there was no reaction inside the iron door, so he slowly walked over, but still walked toward the heavy iron door cautiously.

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"Go in." The prison guard reached out and pushed Yang Hua, who was stunned.

Yang Hua made no gnawing sound and stood there without moving.

"Go in." The prison guard pushed Yang Hua hard, and Yang Hua stumbled and was pushed into the dark hut.

Then I heard a prison guard laugh and say: "You just stay and enjoy it, we will come back to collect the bodies in three months." After saying that, there was a clanging sound from behind, and the entire heavy iron door had been closed.

Yang Hua turned around and looked. The big iron door was completely sealed at this moment. He pulled hard, but unfortunately, the iron door was thick and hard and had no intention of moving at all.

Yang Hua's heart suddenly dropped to the bottom.

Are you really going to die in this place?

Yang Hua looked at the dark room inside and sat down on the ground. A cold chill slowly surged up from the soles of his feet... infinitely cold.

Our slogan is: If I don’t do it, who will do it? If you don’t do it, who will do it?

Yang Hua, who had just been pushed in, suddenly became filled with despair and did not pay any attention to the room. At this moment, he took a careful look.

I saw that this prison was quite large, but in the middle was a stagnant pool filled with water.

And that pungent stench just now turned out to be coming from this stagnant pool.

The stagnant pool wasn't very big, about a few meters wide, and you couldn't tell how deep it was, but judging from the dark water, it was definitely extremely dirty.

Yang Hua turned around and looked around, only to see that the room was not only big but also had another small room inside.

The faint light here comes from the hut in front of the billabong.

Yang Hua was stunned for a moment. Is there really anyone here?

Could it be that the murderous maniac the prison guard just said was in that room?

At this time, Yang Hua has honestly forgotten his fear. At this moment, he is completely dead in his heart. The only thing that may be considered a regret is that he has not yet treated the injured person in the infirmary.

Bai Xiaodie. There is also another promise that has not been fulfilled.

Thinking of this, Yang Hua not only regretted that he should not have agreed to this girl, but now the girl was still waiting enthusiastically for him to bring her news.

He slowly stood up, and everything he touched with his hands was the cold wall, and his feet slowly walked forward.

I saw him bypassing the stagnant pool and walking towards the only dilapidated room that shimmered with light.

There was indeed a dim light bulb inside, but the light bulb was covered with dust and it was not very bright. When I looked inside, I couldn't see anything.

Yang Hua boldly walked towards the hut.

He didn't know what was going on. The further he walked, the softer his legs became. The further he walked, the faster his heart beat.

When I finally arrived at the door, I saw a tiny light bulb hanging on the stone wall in the front section, and there was a person inside.

Yes, it's a person.

Yang Hua stared and saw that it was indeed a person.

The only difference is that the man's hands and feet are all tied with wrist-thick iron chains, and those iron chains have no keys at all, but are directly welded together with iron.

Looking at that man again, he has messy hair like a beggar on the street. The messy hair covers his face, making it difficult for people to see clearly. The clothes on his body seem to have been separated for centuries, and some places have been damaged.

It was so rotten that the whole figure was sitting there like a stone statue, motionless, as if dead.

"Hey, can you hear me?" Yang Hua's voice sounded extremely loud in this small iron room, and after he called out, the echo echoed in this small dark room for a long time like a cassette recorder.

The dead man with disheveled hair did not move or speak, and his whole posture seemed to have been dead for a long time.

"Hey, are you still alive?" Yang Hua's voice became louder.

The guy opposite still didn't move and didn't say anything.

It seems like he is really dead.

Yang Hua looked at this man who seemed to be dead, and wondered to himself, could he be the terrifying murderous maniac described by the prison guard? Is he already dead?

Yang Hua thought of this and slowly leaned towards the guy who seemed to be dead.

When he was finally less than two meters away from the dying man, the seemingly dead man suddenly moved.

His body suddenly stood up.

Before Yang Hua could see clearly as he stood up, the shadow rushed towards Yang Hua's body.

Yang Hua didn't react well at all, but at this moment he almost rolled his eyes.

A pair of cold hands pinched Yang Hua's neck tightly, and a voice that sounded like hell came out of Yang Hua's ears.

"You still want to come here to lie to me. I told you that you will only die when you come, only death."

As the hellish voice sounded, he squeezed the hand on Yang Hua's neck hard. Yang Hua squeezed the cold hand tightly with both hands and kicked his legs desperately, but his body did not react at all.

No.

Unexpectedly, he died so mysteriously.

Yang Hua only had this idea in his mind at the moment. Alas, he really didn't expect it.

I saw that Yang Hua's body was gradually losing its resistance. The two legs that were still fluttering now slowly stopped moving, and his eyes turned white.

After a while, Yang Hua completely stopped moving, and the disheveled monster held Yang Hua in front of him for a long time. Suddenly, his hand was raised, and Yang Hua's body fell to the ground like a cotton ball.

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Is he dead?

Nobody knows.

But on the surface, it seemed like he had no reaction at all.

Yang Hua's death was a bit unclear. To be honest, if he had known about it, he would have been so angry that his balls ached, but was he really dead?

When Yang Hua slowly opened his eyes, what he saw was darkness. Was he dead?

This is Yang Hua's first question. Is this the legendary hell?

Yang Hua opened his eyes and looked at the top of his head. He wanted to move, but the severe pain in his body prevented him from moving. But another question immediately came to Yang Hua's mind.

Why is there still that fishy smell in my nose?

Could it be that this hell of mine has the same stench as that of the House of the Dead?

Yang Hua, who was still thinking wildly, suddenly heard a hellish voice.

"you're awake?"

The voice seemed to come from the ground, making people feel uncomfortable, but the voice contained a frightening momentum.

Yang Hua's head suddenly became confused.

He remembered this voice, which was the voice he heard before he died. Even if a person hears this voice only once, he will remember it for a lifetime.

He still vaguely remembered the voice angrily saying in his ear before he died: "You still want to lie to me, I tell you, there is only death, only death."

Are you not dead yet?

Yang Hua's heart almost jumped out of his chest.

He endured the severe pain in his body and slowly leaned over to sit up. He saw that he was indeed not dead yet, because what he saw was still the room of the dead, or the broken room with only a trace of light.

In front of him, there was still the disheveled monster, still maintaining that weird posture and motionless.

But what came to my ears was the sound of running water when I first entered this room.

He is indeed not dead!

I don’t know why, but Yang Hua, who had always wanted to die, felt so excited when he learned that he was still dead?

"You...you didn't kill me?" Yang Hua struggled to support his aching body with his two arms and asked as he looked at the disheveled monster in front of him.

At this moment, he knew in his heart that the monster in front of him must be the legendary murderer.
Chapter completed!