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Half an hour later, Ye Qingxuan sat on the stairs outside the basement. In front of him, there was a closed door.

He was in the Sforza Family's underground palace. This palace was heavily guarded and well built. The door of the palace, of course, was also specially made as well. It was two meters thick and would not make any sound while being opened or closed. Besides, the wall was excellent soundproofing.

"How desolate this place is."

Ye Qingxuan was sitting outside the door and smoking. He was not sure if there was someone screaming behind the door, since the sound of it was too weak.

He could only hear the sound of a flute echoing in the underground palace.

It was Lola who was playing the flute. All the guards in the underground palace had been bewitched by the sound of it. They stood in a line and walked out of the room.