Jiu Ye, little ancestor, she is crazy

Tang Bufan followed Lu Jingwen closely in front of him. The doubts in his heart were like the endless darkness in the basement, so deep that no one could fathom its bottom.

Looking at Lu Jingwen's resolute back, he knew very well that what he was about to face next was likely to become a crucial turning point in the fate of both of them.

The dull sound of footsteps kept echoing in this narrow and cramped space. Two figures intertwined with each other under the faint and extremely weak light, as if foreshadowing the coming of a huge storm like raging waves.

In this pitch-black darkness, Lu Jingwen's gaze was like an extremely sharp sword, easily tearing through the originally deathly silent atmosphere of the basement.

Every step he took seemed extremely heavy, as if his feet were carrying endless firm determination and courage beyond the imagination of ordinary people.

Just like that, in this dim and dark space, the two of them always maintained the order of one in front and one behind, slowly and unwaveringly moving towards the abyss of fate.

However, at a certain moment, an extremely subtle, almost imperceptible sound suddenly came from the deepest part of the basement.

After hearing the sound, Lu Jingwen stopped moving forward instantly. His eyes were as sharp as an eagle. He glanced over at lightning speed and locked onto the specific direction where the sound came from.

It was at this moment that an extremely faint ray of light, like a candle in the wind that could go out at any time, quietly seeped out from the end of the basement.

It was not until this moment that Tang Bufan, who had been following closely behind, suddenly realized and finally understood the real intention behind Lu Jingwen's behavior.

The two of them stepped cautiously into the light that was as dim as a candle flickering in the wind.

Lu Jingwen's face, which was already extremely gloomy, was now covered with dark clouds, so dark and scary.

He clenched his fists tightly, and the veins on the back of his hands bulged because he was squeezing too hard. It seemed that he was trying his best to suppress the surging anger in his heart that was about to burst out.

Then, the two of them took slow and heavy steps, groping towards the source of the light step by step.

Gradually, a secret room made of heavy metal appeared before their eyes.

The chamber seemed impenetrable, a cold, impassive fortress of steel.

A frighteningly fierce light suddenly flashed in the depths of Lu Jingwen's eyes. He stretched out his right hand without hesitation and suddenly pulled the door of the secret room open with force.

In an instant, a biting cold breath rushed over like a flood bursting through a dam, hitting the two men's faces.

As soon as I stepped into the secret room, the first thing that caught my eye was a man huddled in a dark corner.

The man curled up like a frightened rabbit, his body shaking constantly.

His eyes were filled with unconcealable fear and despair, as if he had seen the end of the world coming.

Lu Jingwen walked straight towards the man with an expressionless face, emitting an invisible pressure with every step he took.

When he was only a few feet away from the man, he stopped, his eyes like burning torches, staring coldly at the poor guy in front of him. His sharp gaze seemed to be able to penetrate the other's soul and see into the most secret corners of his heart.

The man's body was covered with crisscrossing whip marks and blood marks left by beatings, and some of the wounds were even oozing blood.

Looking at the gradually approaching Lu Jingwen, he moved his lips with difficulty and said in a trembling voice: "You...you are finally here, Lu Jingwen."

There was an indescribable sense of relief in his words, as if he had been waiting for this moment for a long time.

However, in the face of the man's words, Lu Jingwen seemed to have not heard them, and continued to stare at him silently, with a cold expression as if he was examining a lamb that had already fallen into a trap and had no way to escape.

The man's body was shaking constantly, and he was about to fall like a fallen leaf in the autumn wind.

He raised his head with difficulty, and a glimmer of resignation suddenly flashed in his originally dull eyes. However, what was surprising was that at the same time, there was a bitter smile on the corner of his mouth.

That smile was as cold and stiff as the frost on the branches in winter, as if he had foreseen the arrival of such a scene at this moment.

Lu Jingwen, who was standing aside, had a face as cold as ice. He slowly stretched out a hand. The hand was white and slender, but at this moment it exuded bursts of coldness.

His cold fingers gripped the man's collar tightly like an iron clamp, and he kicked him slightly off the ground.

Then, Lu Jingwen lowered his voice and said in a low voice that seemed to come from the Netherworld: "Look at how miserable you are now!

Is it possible that even at this point, you still refuse to reveal who is hiding behind you?"

Time passed minute by minute, and three hours had passed since Lu Jingwen arrested the man in front of him.

During this time, the man remained silent and kept his mouth shut. Seeing this, Lu Jingwen couldn't help but snort coldly and said, "Just take a good look. In these long three hours, has the person you claim is behind you ever come to you even once?

Humph! After all, you're just a little chess piece being toyed around with at will!"

Hearing this, the man seemed to have all his strength drained away in an instant, and he shook his head weakly.

As his head shook, the bitter smile that was already faintly visible at the corner of his mouth became even more intense.

Although his voice was very weak, almost inaudible, the determination contained in it was undiminished: "I don't blame him... After all, this is the path I chose. Now that things have come to this, I have no way back..."

"Choice? Do you think you still have a choice?" Lu Jingwen's voice was so cold that it seemed to freeze the air. Every word was like a sharp arrow shot out from a thousand-year-old glacier, piercing straight at the man opposite, ruthless and cold.

The man trembled all over, despair surging in his heart like a tide. He closed his eyes tightly, trying to escape the reality before him, but the hot tears flowed uncontrollably down his cheeks.

Tears flowed down his blood-stained face, leaving clearly visible tear marks, like a river of sadness winding across the desolate land.

These traces of blood and tears intertwined together, reflecting the endless regret and deep helplessness in his heart.

At this moment, the world around seemed to have fallen into a dead silence.

Time stopped flowing, the wind stopped blowing, and even the originally slight sound of breathing was infinitely amplified, filling this dark and damp secret room.