When the huge noise came, Fang Hong was originally prepared to rush out, but naturally stopped subconsciously. He turned back, only to see three people standing behind him.
A guard clad in armor, a gloomy old man, and a corpulent man.
Fang Hong couldn't help but pause for a moment.
The guards had no faces, seemingly only empty armor, hollow iron gauntlets, not connected to the main body, floating in the air.
One hand held a glaring long halberd, the other reached out, pulling open the rusty iron door.
The previous huge noise was precisely the teeth-aching sound of the door opening.
"Lord Praetor..."
Behind in the darkness, came a girl's frightened voice.
The man, akin to a mountain of flesh, his eyes overflowing with undisguised greed, stared straight at the direction of the black prison.
Seeing that gaze, Fang Hong couldn't help but shiver.
Was that a gaze any human should have? Inside lay an abyss of insatiable desire.
