Flap your wings and fly away.

——This is the communication method used in various strongholds of the Blackwater Gang. Red-footed pigeons represent that something critical has been encountered.

After doing all this, Yu Chen walked towards the door where Zhu Tong came out just now and pushed it open.

Below is a long corridor, dark, gloomy and damp.

After walking through, we came to a huge underground darkroom.

A foul smell came.

Under the dim light, there were dark stains of blood on the ground. Iron cages covered with rust were placed neatly, with small figures inside. There were about a dozen children locked in this dark room.

The little face in the clothes was covered with dirt and mud.

There were also dirty food bowls in the cage, containing some yellow porridge and other things, some of which were rancid, giving off a sour smell.

And what was locked in one of the cages was none other than the old man's weak woman.

The little girl is no longer as lively and smart as before. The left side of her face is red and swollen. It seems that she was beaten by Zhu Tong and a few scumbags because she was disobedient.

The other children also had injuries of varying degrees on their bodies, and they had obviously been taught a lesson.

When they saw someone coming, they hurried to the edge of the cage to hide, wanting to cry but not daring to cry, shivering.

In the corner of the dark room, there were two small corpses that were about to rot. According to Zhu Tong's previous confession, when they were teaching these children, they would sometimes be too harsh and accidentally kill someone, so they dug up outside the winery.

The hole is buried.

The corpses of these two children must have died a long time ago and were used by Zhu Tong and others to scare these children.
Chapter completed!