Fang Yi originally thought that there were some servants who had made mistakes in the dungeon and were locked up, and at most some civilians were accused by Li Xuqiang, but the situation in front of him really scared Fang Yi.

Behind rows of iron fences, most of them were leaning against the corners of the wall and laying, some of them standing or sitting, filling every cell. With the light of the only few torches, Fang Yi saw that behind the fence were mostly dressed in rags, and occasionally some were dressed neatly, and they were also staring blankly, standing there blankly, like a body with a soul-lost body.

These are obviously residents living at the bottom. Some even wear straw hats that they only use when they go down the field, and their hands and feet are still covered with mud and water that they have not had time to wash. I don’t know if they are the gardeners in the Lishu mansion or the farmers in Xingmu Market.

Slowly sneaking in the wet passage, Fang Yi had long forgotten the unbearable odor filled with dungeons. His eyes swept over the black and uninhabited "prisoners" who were not interested in life, and an inexplicable feeling in his heart slowly brewed.

Fang Yi did not show up because he knew that as Lisch's most important target, Galbo would not be locked up with these "untouchables".

"Mom, I'm hungry."

After turning the passages in the dungeon, just as Fang Yi felt more and more that the depressing atmosphere here made him feel extremely uncomfortable, he heard the voice of a weak little girl coming from the dead crowd.

Looking in the sound, through a group of motionless figures, a little girl in a red skirt entered Fang Yi's sight. The skirt made of coarse cloth was simple to work with, and even the red on the skirt was a bit mottled and impure. She looked a little white under the jumping torch.

But when Fang Yi saw the little girl standing behind the iron fence, he felt inexplicably relieved. Even the red on the worn-out dress seemed to jump in Fang Yi's vision. Fang Yi himself didn't know why, but his dull mood suddenly became clear.

Silently leaving the wet passage where the water drops kept falling, Fang Yi could vaguely hear the little girl's mother whispering to comfort her daughter, and sometimes the little girl's low laughter might be.

Walking near the exit of the dungeon, the relatively fresh air made Fang Yi's lungs feel much more comfortable. Fang Yi was shocked and suddenly understood the question that confused him just now - why did he feel that way when he saw the little girl?

Because the little girl had hope in her eyes. That kind of hope was incompatible with this gloomy cell, the adults surrounded by a dead air.

Fang Yi walked around the four drunken jailers, looked back at the depths of the dark dungeon, and squinted his eyes to see a few drunken jailers, and silently left the dark dungeon.

***

The corridor above the third floor was no longer covered with torches. They were all replaced with giant candles supported by golden brackets. There was no smell of tar from the torches. There was also a luxurious atmosphere inside the carefully decorated castle.

In the largest room on the fifth floor of the castle, a fat man was paced back and forth on the big red carpet, his face full of anger, and he occasionally used his fingers to wrap his big back head. His huge belly swung back and forth as his master walked, looking a little funny.

If Fang Yi was here, you would definitely see at a glance that this short and fat man with a luxurious fur cloak was the prototype of the slutty statue in the courtyard, and the wealthy businessman Li Xu.

However, Li Xu was not in a good mood at this time, very bad.

"I will cut all these troublemakers tomorrow! Then I throw them into the sea to feed the sharks. I don't believe that Charlie can still find out! No! I will cut it tonight! I don't believe Charlie."

The old housekeeper standing by like a sculpture knows his master's temper very well, so he wisely chose to turn himself into a wooden man, and he would only listen and not say anything unless the master asked.

Li Xu vented himself, sweat beads were already hanging on his face with fat accumulation, and he sat on the sofa panting. The old housekeeper next to him walked to the small wooden table on the other side with a clear eye and put the silver plate with ice prepared in advance at Li Xu's feet.

Li Xu, who felt the cold air at his feet, breathed a long sigh, kicked off his leather boots, and put his feet directly on the carpet, "Huh... Has that Galbo not let go yet?"

"Not yet, but we still need his craft to restore the map, and we dare not use too much punishment..." The old butler looked up at Li Xu, who raised his head and closed his eyes, and said half of his words. The implication was that as long as he was willing to punish him, it would not be a problem to let the other party submit.

Lish narrowed his eyes and stared at the huge metal bracket supporting fifty candles on the ceiling, and said coldly, "I remember Galbo seems to have a little nephew, why haven't he found him? Take him back tomorrow and see what the old man is doing."

"yes."

"As the lord of the city, Old Charlie has to take into account the business issues with Xueshan City. Besides, we have many good goods to transport from Xueshan City, so let's keep the lives of these untouchables first. However, if they freeze to death, starve to death, die of illness, and have unknown causes, it shouldn't be my business, right?"

The old butler lowered his head and said nothing, as if he had not heard Li Xu's words to himself, but was just dedicated to being a loyal listener.

"By the way, if someone dies of illness, put the body in the dungeon for a few days first, and wait until the rotten ones are almost done before getting it away, so that I might die a few more. I must get that piece of land," Li Xu picked up the wine bottle beside him, poured a full glass of blood-red wine into the exquisitely crafted glass, and stood up tremblingly.

"Okay, it's time to visit our Mr. Galbo."

***

Fang Yi is a little depressed now.

After leaving the dungeon, Fang Yi went up the road and went in to check the room guarded by guards, but found nothing. When he reached the fourth floor, he encountered real trouble.

There were only two rotating stone stairs in the passage from the third to fourth floors, and there were two NPCs guarding at both sites. Fang Yi tried to take advantage of the space where the guard turned around several times, but the alert guards found clues and had to retreat to the stone stairs on the third floor.

Do you have to kill it?

Fang Yi kept tapping the hilt of the sword with his fingers and hesitated for a while. He finally sneaked here. If he was discovered here, his previous skills would be wasted. Even if he found Galbo, it would be a little bit more to ask whether he could rescue him.

When Shaer introduced the old man to himself, he did not mention whether he had a combat level. And seeing that this person was so easily caught, he was not much stronger even if he had combat power.

It was just midnight, Fang Yi thought about it and decided to try it. It was really not possible. At worst, he could escape and think about other tricks. It was not a solution to waste it here.

Thinking of this, Fang Yi pulled out the double blades under his cloak, staring at the twenty-level ranger standing on the stone steps in a daze, and was about to exhale the sword in this magnificent castle.

At this moment, a rapid bell suddenly came in from the window behind Fang Yi, which seemed extremely abrupt in the extremely quiet castle. The guards who were originally standing on the stone steps chatting immediately pulled out their weapons when they heard the bell and rushed to the window on the third floor. The fastest-running ranger jumped to the window and poked his head to look out.

Fang Yi was hiding around the corner at this time, and he didn't dare to show his vigor. He was "dang" in his heart: Hey, he was almost stepped out. Why did this Ranger who is a rabbit jump so far?

"Someone is attacking the castle!" The Ranger who was squatting at the window looked back and shouted at his companions, "Leave two, and the others follow me downstairs."

The actions of several people were not slow. The Ranger and one person ran quickly towards the stairs leading to the next floor. The remaining two guards returned to the stairs and continued their work, but did not find a sneaky figure behind them touching the room in the distance.

The fourth floor is much smaller than the third floor, with only a small living room and a circular corridor, and there are only a dozen rooms. Fang Yi skipped past several rooms without anyone to guard and came directly to the end of the spacious corridor.

At this time, the shouts of killing outside became louder and louder, and it had clearly reached Fang Yi's ears. Fang Yi could even hear a few occasional Chinese curse in the chaotic battle:

Is this the player attacking the castle? Isn't it really coming to rob the rich and help the poor?

...

Fang Yi lurked in the shadow of the corridor, looking at the four fully armed soldiers guarding the door of the room at the end, thinking that the master was probably here, and he would fight again if he didn't fight. Just as he was thinking about which one to start first, Fang Yi heard a crisp sound of footsteps from the entrance of the stairs behind him, mixed with a string of jingling metal collisions.

On the other side of the corridor, an old man seemed to have just come down from the upper floor, looking fifty, but he was obviously well maintained. He had black hair, a decent old-fashioned white shirt and black trousers, and the floor with exquisitely crafted white and gray boots on his feet thumped and thumped. A bunch of keys on his waist jingled as the old man walked.

The old man walked slowly towards the corner where Fang Yi was, while talking to a younger and thin man next to him.

"Aren't the ones who died of illness last time thrown into the stone well? Catch some of the mice in the stone well and put them in the dungeon. These mice are used to eating meat, so let them bite the living people~" the old man said slowly, as if he was arranging daily trivial matters. The young man next to him kept nodding and signaled that he had already written them down one by one.

"The gang below, besides some stupid adventurers, must also be the stubborn people from the slums who come to save their families. There is such a legitimate opportunity to not leave a living, and the master will be very happy to hear this news."

"yes."

"By the way, are there any of the untouchables caught this time with good quality? The last time..."

“Um…”
Chapter completed!