Chapter 657. A Poor Soul

"Damn, this smell is unbearable! Are those two incarnations of pigs, or what? How can they survive this stench?" Myne complained, tears welling up in his eyes. He'd always thought he'd seen and smelled enough disgusting things, nothing could surprise him anymore. Now, he realized how naive he'd been.

Holding his nose, Myne walked into the dark basement. A black liquid, mixed with something red, was spread across the staircase, making it very slippery. He carefully climbed down, only to find that the basement was so large it covered the entire house. A long, narrow passage, with small prison cell-like rooms on both sides and a special room sealed with iron chains, gives a creepy vibe at the end of the passage.

Myne casually opened the nearest cell. The cell was extremely small, with four iron shackles attached to the walls, and an unknown, dried-up liquid flaked onto the ground. Sadly, there was no one inside.