The examinee who was originally struggling to survive suddenly stopped asking for help, his eyes were horrified and desperate.
They realized that the person who came this time was not a candidate, but maybe the real 'Priest'.
They say it's 'Priest', but actually they think it's a group of lunatics, a group of lunatics who are good at causing chaos and pain.
"Oh? That's what you think."
Golia didn't seem to like others refuting her, her originally soft eyes were gloomy, and the corners of her smiling mouth pulled down.
The black-haired Priest seemed to sneer, not even bothering to act gentle on the surface. His cold gaze Shou Shou fell on Golia with unquestionable certainty.
"Isn't that what you want me to say?"
This unceremonious remark hit Golia's point exactly. The gloomy look on her face suddenly faded away, and she didn't even care whether the young man's tone was too rude.
This attitude is in line with her recognition of the image of 'Priest'.
If 'Priest' shows the slightest hint of intolerance or pity, or speaks timid words, Golia will not hesitate to push Bo Shuo into the dungeon to keep company with this filthy bastard.
"I think you also know that there are too many people pretending to be you recently, so in order to prevent your identity from being tarnished, I am more cautious. All this is for My Lord."
Golia softened his tone and took out a Inverted Cross from his chest. With a false gentleness on his face, he closed two fingers of one hand and drew a small five-pointed star between his forehead.
"Praise My Lord."
Priest occupies the corner of the prison, his deep purple eyes looking down at the pretentious woman, symbolizing the ominous black hair reflecting the weak beating candlelight, with an oppression that can almost cut people.
There is no compassion, no pity, just arrogance and indifference.
High and above, neither happy nor sad.
Compared with the identity of 'Priest', it is more like a god with the identity of Skin Bag.
It was this performance that completely dispelled Golia's worries.
"Sir, you must be tired after traveling all the way here. I asked the butler to prepare a room for you."
Golia gestured to Bo Shuo to walk through the dark and narrow corridor.
Bo Shuo didn't dare to look around during the journey. The scene in the prison was horrific at first. The further inside, the more bloody scenes became more common. Broken arms and legs were considered the minimum equipment, and skin cutting and Lingchi were commonplace.
The sound of ticking footsteps sounded.
Golia walking behind me hummed softly, the tune was very familiar.
It's that kind of gentle tune, much like the lullaby used to lull children to sleep, but in this situation it seems even more terrifying and makes people feel terrified.
Black Robe Priest walked at the front without squinting, with a calm expression, as if he had never seen this hell on earth.
But in fact, I have started to call the system crazily.
"Come on, who's that hanging figure behind you? Help, help, that's Human Skin! Mom, there's something perverted here."
007 was also shivering. It was pressed tightly by Bo Shuo, and no light could shine out. "Oh... just be afraid if you are afraid. Don't hold it tight... ah."
Bo Shuo pressed down hard and adjusted the brightness of 007 to the minimum to ensure that he could become a qualified blind man. But even so, the fishy smell in the air still disturbed his stomach.
So disgusting.
Some people seem to be fine, but in fact they have been gone for a while.
Just when Bo Shuo was trying his best to clear his mind, a familiar name suddenly flashed across his sight.
(npc: Xiao Mu)
The steps stopped.
As time passed, they had reached the end of the corridor. Golia noticed the abnormality of Bo Shuo. The movement that he originally planned to put Kerosene Lamp back to the spot stopped, and he tilted his head and asked in confusion, "What's wrong, sir?"
She noticed that the young man's eyes fell on the thatch pile not far away.
This location is actually inconspicuous compared to other cells. There is a small figure lying on the thick and damp straw. Compared with other detainees, the treatment is much better.
At least there was food and water, and even the straw piles were covered with a simple layer of cloth.
Golia understood and introduced, "This is my daughter Xiao Mu. Because she is naughty, I just locked her here for a short time to punish her."
She said this in an understatement, but it made people feel creepy when they heard it.
Punishment Education's daughter will lock her in this horrible place?
Not only that, it seems that a certain amount of punishment was also used.
Bo Shuo noticed Little Girl's pale complexion, obvious bruises on her ankles and wrists, especially around her neck, where a thick Hemp Rope was wrapped around her, tying her to the corner like a pet.
How can this be done to my daughter? Bo Shuo is not so cruel to her enemies.
Bo Shuo took a deep breath, but said nothing on his face.
Little Girl in the corner seemed to be awakened by the movement, which was not big or small. His gray and messy hair moved, and then he raised his pale face and looked over.