"Hehehehehehe—"
The moment they entered the dungeon, the group heard an eerie laugh drifting from deep within.
"It's those two!"
Zhang Qun's expression changed.
"Go take a look." Zhang Kui'an shot Zhang Qun a vicious glare and had the dungeon guards lead two trusted retainers who had followed them inside to investigate.
Naturally, he had no intention of going himself.
The situation was unclear.
What if it was haunted?
Zhang Kui'an had been brave and fierce in his youth, but now that he was a lord, of course he would choose the safest option whenever possible.
Why should he handle everything himself?
What was the point of keeping so many people around?
Qi Lu, who had entered the dungeon with them, said nothing as she surveyed her surroundings.
She was a retainer of the Zhang family.
But she had truly never been to a place like this.
That was perfectly normal.
The lives of the highborn were all glamour and splendor. Though places like this dark underbelly existed because of them, they would never come here in person.
The dungeon was crude.
It was simply a space dug underground, with stone walls and iron bars forming the cells.
The environment was dark and damp.
Mold and moss covered every corner.
Since it never saw daylight, it relied entirely on the dim yellow light cast by a few oil lamps on the walls.
It was extremely dark.
Because there was hardly any ventilation, the air was filled with a sickening stench.
Let alone staying here for long, merely standing here for a while was enough to make one feel stifled. No wonder the guards looked listless and drained.
Just then.
The strange laughter inside came to an abrupt stop.
Immediately after.
A burst of alarmed cries rang out.
"What happened?" Zhang