Mysterious country

On the way to Tongliu City, Xia Qi occasionally said a few words, but after receiving Chu Mengqi's call, he suddenly became silent, and the expression on his face became uncertain.

The two people took a taxi and came to the underground passage. Except that the previously collapsed road was filled in, there were no changes elsewhere.

Xia Tian Qi walked in front without saying a word, came down from the steps, ripped off the iron rope on the door, and walked down first.

Leng Yue followed closely behind, and the two soon arrived outside the cave that was constantly exuding a terrifying aura.

"This is it, let's go in."

Xia Xia Qi glanced at the entrance to the second domain, and then signaled to Leng Yue that he could go in.

"What happened?"

Leng Yue asked a little abruptly.

"I can't explain the things in Hades in a sentence or two, but it's definitely not a good thing."

Xia Qi didn't want to be distracted by this matter, so he didn't say too much to Leng Yue and planned to wait until he came back from the second domain. After hearing this, Leng Yue nodded and asked no more questions, and then the two of them walked in together.

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On the top of a mountain covered with swamps and poisonous insects, there is a black iron prison known as the Death Cage.

No one knows the exact time when this black iron prison was built. They only know that from the time it was built, there has been a saying that no one has ever left it alive.

Of course, this does not include the prison guards who come and go here.

There are a lot of guards in the Black Iron Prison. The criminals are usually escorted to the foot of the mountain by the army, and then a team of prison guards takes over and then sends the prisoners up.

Because everyone sent here has a life sentence or is a death row prisoner, few people care about the life or death of these prisoners.

So in prison, as long as the guards are not unhappy, they can fight as much as they like. But on the other hand, if they are unhappy, then they can only die to apologize.

At ten o'clock this afternoon, five heavily covered cars stopped at the foot of the mountain under the watch of a group of soldiers.

This is a team of 15 soldiers. Each soldier holds a machine gun and pays close attention to what is going on in the car.

Nearly 30 prison guards were also surrounding, but unlike the soldiers who were waiting in full formation, they looked very relaxed. They were all smoking cigarettes and chatting with each other.

After all, the team of soldiers escorting prisoners changes all the time, but the people traveling up and down the mountain are always the same. They are already used to it.

They have no feeling for the living people who come here. Likewise, they have no feeling for the dead bodies dumped in the mountains.

"Who is the leader here?"

A young soldier asked in a loud voice towards where the prison guards were.

"I am."

After hearing the soldier's words, a long-faced prison guard walked out with narrowed eyes.

"If your side is ready, we will release them here."

"Can."

The long-faced prison guard nodded, and weakly said to the surrounding prison guards:

"Okay, stop talking nonsense and get ready to work!"

After the long-faced prison guard said something, the prison guards threw away the cigarette butts in their hands and divided into left and right columns to form two teams.

Seeing this, the leading soldier gave orders to the people below:

"Get them out of the car!"

The prisoners were blindfolded and got out of the car one by one. Then, at the reminder of the prison guard, they formed a long queue.

The five trucks contained a total of 50 prisoners, mostly middle-aged and less young and elderly.

These people all looked haggard, their faces were as pale as snow, and they staggered when they walked. I wonder if it was because the road was too bumpy.

After the soldiers completed their escort mission, they drove away in their cars. Only a group of prison guards were left, watching the prisoners slowly walk into the mountains.

The sky is getting darker and darker, and anyone familiar with this place knows that this is a sign that a heavy rain is coming.

The prison guards all have electric batons in their hands, just like those jailers in ancient times. If anyone walks slowly or goes a little off, they will curse and hit that person hard with the electric batons in their hands.

Screams were heard one after another in the deep mountains swept by the strong wind. Because the prisoner's eyes were locked by the iron object, no one dared to resist, and no one dared to open his mouth to ask anything.

Driven by violence all the way, they are approaching the end of their lives step by step.

From the bottom of the mountain to the mountainside, these prison guards and prisoners walked for nearly 6 hours. It was not until they reached the mountainside that they finally saw the cable cars coming one after another.

The thunder of "rumbling" kept echoing in the sky, and the screams and curses of the prison guards became louder:

"Call me pain again? Believe it or not, I will beat you to death right here to free you!"

The prison guard kept using electric batons to beat an old man who was rolling on the ground and begging for mercy. However, in the face of this scene, the other prison guards had no reaction. Only the long-faced prison guard seemed to be sarcastically reminding the prison guard who was beating:

"It's better not to beat him to death, otherwise you will have to throw his body down the mountain. You won't do it again."

"Yes, but this old guy is too annoying."

"Stop fighting...please..."

"How dare you fucking talk nonsense, let you talk nonsense! Let you talk nonsense!!!"

The prison guard grabbed the old man's neck and then smashed out the few remaining teeth of the old man.

The old man's mouth was full of blood, and he fainted amidst a series of miserable howls.

"To be an immortal prisoner is really in need of repairs!"

The prison guard threw the scrawny old man directly into the cable car, and then he said to the other two prisoners:

"You two go in in a straight line. If you dare to go a little off, I will break your legs!"

No prisoner dared to say a word, because they had heard too many screams along the way. Too many people were beaten half to death. There were also a few unlucky ones who were beaten by several prison guards because of their dirty talk. The head was broken and the body was thrown into the swamp.

However, this was only on the road, and they had not even reached the terrifying black iron prison.

Every prisoner regrets that he should not have done illegal things, let alone have any longing for that damn prison life.

All the prisoners were sent backwards onto the cable car. The cable car rose very slowly, and each prison guard stood on it cursing. As they had been dealing with all kinds of vicious prisoners for a long time, their character was naturally not much better.

After all, those who are close to red are red and those who are close to ink are black, and only worse people can control these bad people.

When the 50 prisoners actually entered the Black Iron Prison, only 42 were left. Some of them were beaten to death on the road, and some, like the old man, died on the cable car because of their injuries.

But no one will hold those prison guards accountable, because one less person means one less mouth and one less trouble for the prison.