Lian Youming walked out of his cell.
He first glanced toward the entrance, then looked deeper into the secret passage.
His fierce eyes narrowed slightly as he gazed into the distance, yet he could not see the end.
There was no firelight in its depths. Beyond seventy or eighty meters, everything was pitch-black, making it impossible to judge its extent with the naked eye.
He wondered whether Huo Yuntian and the others had ever gone inside when delivering food.
At the thought, Lian Youming could not help frowning.
Honestly, those people had sent him here undercover without even explaining the situation clearly.
"Boy, watch yourself. The people locked up in there are no ordinary prisoners. Six years ago, they almost fought their way out. If a master of foresight hadn't arrived in time, along with a gun formation being set up, everyone outside probably would have died. Some people escaped in the chaos back then. Old Ghost Wei was one of them." It was still the old man next door speaking.
"As for that dark stretch, it probably accounts for the remaining third of the passage. They're fed differently from us. We get two meals a day; they get water once every three days and food only once every seven. Those gates haven't been opened in five or six years, either. Whether the things locked inside are human or ghosts now, nobody knows. Even the food deliverers don't go in. Everything is packed into bamboo tubes and tossed over."
"That formidable?"
Lian Youming clicked his tongue.
Without saying anything more, he moved off toward the depths of the secret passage.
There were plenty of strange things in here.
Aside from the four prisoners he needed to approach, there were several great masters who had once fallen to the Junk King's