Shifeng

Chapter 1: The Place of Imprisonment

The undersea prison, which was absolutely closed in the past, ushered in a special guest today. Whether it was the face hidden under the black mask or the treatment personally received by the warden, there was a mystery that people couldn't help but pry.

Magellan, who has always been amiable and amiable in front of his cronies, and even sometimes acts stupid, this time he kept the other party's identity secret.

Perhaps it was rare to see such a dignified expression on the boss's face. Hannibal was very obedient and silent all the way. Of course, with Magellan's face that had been expressionless for many years due to the paralysis of poison gas, he couldn't put on a vivid expression. , but as the deputy warden, Hannibal can be regarded as the one closest to Magellan in this underwater city, and he probably knows a lot more about that man than he thought.

At least at this moment, Hannibal took courage, but still didn't dare to step forward, watching helplessly as his superior, who refused to be accompanied by his subordinates, brought the mysterious guest into the warden's office alone.

The closed door cut off all probing eyes.

However, when he went to the fifth floor of the basement and returned here after dealing with some emergencies, he found that the mysterious guest had disappeared.

gone?

Looking at the boss in front of him who had returned to the normal state, Hannibal blinked and didn't ask any further questions.

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The spiraling stone stairs seem to have no end. The light here is very dark, and you can barely see the next few steps. When you stop, Shi Feng raises his hand to cover the wall beside him, and the unique rough touch of the rock rubs his fingers. Sharp, with the breath of the depths of the ocean, damp and cold.

Withdrawing his hand, he frowned. It had been a while since he came down from the secret door of Magellan's office, but it seemed that there was still a long way to go.

Sighing, he stepped up again.

The long winding ladder looks like a tunnel. Not only is the light dim, but it is also silent. Walking alone in it can be regarded as a torment.

When he finally saw the Shimen at the end with a glimmer of light, Rao Yi Shifeng couldn't help speeding up his pace, but the moment he stepped in, he felt a slight tingling pain on his face.

Frowning, he subconsciously wanted to raise his hand to caress the corners of his eyes, but he only felt the hard touch of the mask from his fingertips, his fingers paused, and then dropped down again as if nothing had happened.

Looking around, the black eyes looked extraordinarily deep under the dim light, Shi Feng raised his eyebrows with interest.

This is really a big deal...

The not-so-big space is square and square, with a clear view. Apart from the stone door behind him, there is no other entrance and exit in the room. Everywhere you look is a stone wall, and there are braziers in the corners. It is strange that the original The flames that should be more than enough to illuminate the entire stone room, but the swaying flames at this moment only reflect their respective sides flickering. If it is farther away, the warm light seems to be swallowed by the stone wall. A faint blue halo.

It is obvious that this is not an ordinary stone wall, it is actually piled up with the crystallization of the sea.

It was a rare ore known for its ability to restrain demons.

People call it - Hailou Stone

After looking at this amazing stone prison, Shi Feng finally turned his gaze to the front, looking at the man who had never moved.

The dim light caused him to narrow his eyes slightly, but he still could only outline a vague figure of the other party.

The man who was forced to kneel on the ground had his hands pulled away and locked them on the walls on both sides of his back, but his body leaned forward slightly, his head drooped as if powerless, with slightly long black hair on both sides. Silk also slipped to the side of the face, covering his face, but even under such light, he could clearly see the scars all over the opponent's strong body, old and new, but obviously they had not been treated properly, so It is healing and also bears hideous traces.

However, most of the men who wandered in the sea have such scars on their bodies. They usually regard these scars as a symbol of honor and proof that they have lived.

With just a slight glance, Shi Feng looked away, turned around and walked to a place close to the fire source, sat down on the floor, leaned against the wall and closed his eyes.

He didn't see that the man's drooping head moved slightly, his black hair swayed slightly in the dim light of the fire, and then returned to stillness again.

There was silence in the stone room.