The area of the basement was not large.
After all, it was meant for hiding things; the larger the space, the easier it was to expose. The basement of this small building was roughly the size of a single room, appearing exceptionally mysterious only because it was deep.
Aran walked at the very front holding a torch, quickly illuminating the bottom. She saw that the filthy basement was completely sealed, with a layer of hay spread across the floor. Several figures were hidden in the very corner, attempting to blend into the darkness.
The air was filled with a strange, unpleasant odor. Tilting his head, Yu Xing saw words written in blood on the wall. Illuminated by the torchlight, the crooked handwriting was shocking.
[She is a liar]
[Run]
[I hate you, old hag!!!]
[She forgot us here]
[I'm hungry, I have to endure it, can't let them know I'll drool at them]
[It's too dark, I can't see, good thing they can't see either]
The handwriting was not written by the same person, and the locations were very scattered, as if some people had once been imprisoned here, and those people could only vent the anxiety before death in the boundless darkness by blindly writing things on the wall.
Mixed among the hay were some white bones, most of them shattered, making it impossible to tell which parts they belonged to.
As for the four people who had been locked in just this morning, they all wore only black robes, harboring vigilance and waiting for an opportunity in the corner.
"It's us," Ren Yi spoke up first, acting as the person with the most peaceful stance on the surface.
"We already know about your encounter at River Witch's Tower. The fake Witch who 'repaired your souls' has now been