Chapter 22 Secret Dungeon
"Sir, will you also go to the dungeon to visit those 'sinners' today?"
The ugly old nun walked up and looked at the bishop disguised by Poluo and said flatteringly.
"Yeah."
Poluo nodded lightly and didn't say much.
The bishop is not a diary, so it is difficult for Polu to learn more meticulous things, such as mouth-obsession.
But fortunately, the bishop's experimental notes make up for this.
At least let him know that in the church, there is another person who is a hardcore lackey of the bishop.
That is, the ghost-like nun in front of him!
At this time, Lake also hid the red cloak again and wore a golden and white nun suit.
She stood obediently behind Poluo, as if she had not heard the communication between the two.
The girl's figure looks delicate and stylish, which contrasts with her angel-like face, making any woman feel ashamed of herself!
And evil people like the old nun even looked at Lake and felt that they were jealous all the time!
But when she thought of such a pure and flawless girl, she was completely defiled in the "baptism" just now.
The old nun's heart was filled with joy!
She stared at Lake with uncovered mockery, thinking about the girl who was forced to forget everything after being tortured day and night.
He knew that with a bishop around him, there would be no victims to be liberated from such a nightmare cycle!
As for the other girl with Lake?
Is he dead or crazy now—
Who cares?
"If nothing is wrong, just go manage the affairs in the church."
Following the bishop's notes and the temptation of the old nun, Poluo finally arrived in a secret dungeon behind the church.
This dungeon was covered by the bishop with spiritual magic, but this magic will not have any impact on Poluo and Lek.
"Yes, the Bishop, a farmer in the east, will send the children in a few days, so I'll make some arrangements."
"Yeah."
Poluo watched the old nun leave and took Lake down the dungeon.
The gate of the dungeon is also blocked with locks. On weekdays, only the bishop can enter it, transporting corpses and equipment, and using porters who are completely mentally controlled.
Even the old nun just now did not have the key to enter the dungeon.
"I feel that the nun just now has such disgusting eyes!"
Entering the dungeon, Lake muttered while closing the door.
"That guy is actually the main person in charge of the church operation. He is not easy to move now, but it doesn't matter - he will kill her in a day or two."
Poluo said casually, handing the "live experiment log" in his hand to Lake.
Then, he shortened, changed from the bishop's appearance to the wolf form, and emerged from the priest's robe.
"It's still so comfortable. When will you really become a human..."
"It's okay, Poluo, I just like your furry look, how cute!"
Lake said, touching Poluo's head, "You want to grow like a bishop - I don't like you anymore!"
"Hey, you obviously treat me as a pet, right?!"
Poluo said, jumped off the last step of the dungeon and reached the real room of the dungeon.
It was pitch black and cold, and on the stone ground, there were black and red dirty blood stains, forming several distinct drag marks.
The rooms on both sides have rust iron railings, which divide one single room after another.
The residue on the ground exudes a rotten smell.
"Are they... really alive?"
Lake looked at the surrounding environment and unconsciously hugged his arms.
"Many of them are dead, but definitely some are still alive."
Poluo said, recalling it, and then preaching to Lake, "The bishop records it on the third page. After each experiment is completed, he will use medicine to treat the still-living subjects.
That kind of medicine is called the 'holy medicine' in the church here, and ordinary people can buy a bottle of it - but it is indeed useful. ”
"Poruo, why do the Bishop and the others really have the ability to benefit the people of the town, but he wants..."
Lake suddenly asked in confusion.
"Because that would not satisfy his morbid desires." Poluo's ears moved, listening to the breathing in the dark dungeon, the breathing near the door was weaker, while the deep ones were more powerful.
"Lack, light the torch, on the wall to the right."
The fire began to penetrate deep into the dungeon.
Lake was watching the people in the cells on both sides in the fire.
In the front-most cell, many imprisoned people are no longer human-shaped. Some prisons are empty, with only some special, blood-covered restraints placed inside.
Many imprisoned people have lost their consciousness as human beings.
They were either blue or black or thick sores, and some of their bodies had rotten, but they were still squirming, making unexplainable moans.
After the fire was illuminated, many people did not approach, but crawled into the shadows in the corner in horror.
Poluo looked at the pinholes on those people's bodies, the rotten blood in the air, and the stench of various drugs mixed in!
There are also some rational people who don’t say a word.
They just looked at the combination of the girl and the wolf in silence, with a little surprise in their eyes.
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"Puluo, can these people really help us?"
"Yes, if the live experiment log is correct, there are still some powerful characters in this dungeon!"
Poluo said, walking through a cell, turning his head, and peering at a shocked face.
"Lack, there are still old friends here!"
"How could it be?"
Lake was stunned and hurriedly followed and looked in.
But I saw that deep in this cell was a strong man in a common man.
It is the commander of the foreman!
"Mr. Commander, long time no see!"
Poluo grinned humanely, revealing his neat and sharp white teeth, "I won't let me roll today?"
"Ah?"
The guard commander opened his mouth wider. He stretched out his hand and slapped himself.
"Grass, it hurts! You...you can talk?!"
"If you can say it, I can't say it?"
Poluo rolled his eyes and then said, "You are the Bishop at once, what's the result? Are you locked in the dungeon? You are a good dog!"
"Stop playing, Poluo, please find someone quickly."
Lake approached, opened the log in his hand, put it in front of the guard commander, and then showed a familiar, sweet smile, "Uncle, do you know where this person is locked up?"
"Oh, oh, this description is Lord Guardian Knight, in the innermost..."
The guard commander was stunned for a moment, then raised his hand and pointed to the deepest part of the dungeon.
A cell there is more special than anything else.
The iron pillar is not rust iron like other cells, but a type of carved with special runes.
A specially customized iron cloak tied a strong man, but his exposed body was covered with wounds of new and old.
The distorted injuries caused by various drug tests covered his skin, messy hair, bruised blood, pus-flowing herpes...
But, he is still alive.
But the breath is a little weak.
"Who... is here? Are you carrying... the body? But I don't seem to feel the breath of that old dog?"
A hoarse voice sounded from inside the iron restraint suit.
Poluo's eyes were shining with a faint green light in the darkness, and he looked at the tall man.
Guardian Knight.
The real pioneer of this town is also the oldest resident of this dungeon!
(This chapter ends)