So she just stood and didn't immediately approach.

The surrounding silence, like a flood, exudes inexplicable panic.

Is there anything she can't see? In this life, has she seen few strange things?

Besides, no matter what she sees, it is an established fact, and even if she doesn't look at it, it won't disappear.

Her character is not something to run away from, and if there is a doubt, it must be solved.

The truth was ahead, and she wanted to see it all.

Shigekui raised his hand to remove a torch from the wall and slowly walked to the cell in front of him.

The black cloak, in a steady pace, jumped with the light and shadow, following the tall and beautiful figure.

The shadows in the cell were illuminated little by little, and the figures curled up inside gradually appeared.

It was a number of prisoners, dressed in all white robes, not as filthy as the average prisoner, with smooth planks on the floor, huddled together one by one.

The light and shadow of the torches seemed to alarm them, and they trembled in fear and shrank back together.

As Chongkui stood in front of one of the cells, someone slowly raised her head, and her pale face and frightened eyes greeted her.

The man's original expression of fear suddenly froze on his face.

And Chongkui was also suddenly stunned, looking at the scene in front of him in disbelief.

The silence lasted for a minute, except for the person who raised his head, the rest of the people, as if they were also sensed in some way, and the people in the cell raised their heads and looked at Chongkui.

The faces, the snow-white flowers that bloom in such a spring night, are flawless, and ...... Same.

A normal person, suddenly in a dark place, and seeing dozens of identical pale faces at the same time, is enough to frighten.

Not to mention...... Those faces still look exactly like themselves.

It was clearly a closed dungeon, but it seemed that a gust of wind suddenly blew, causing the blood in Chongkui's body to be frozen into ice in an instant.

She stood still, unable to move.

I almost forgot to breathe.

Those people...... Who are they?

She was shocked, surprised, terrified, and hesitant...... Those who looked at her gradually became sober from the confusion at the beginning.

They seemed to know who she was, but she ...... I don't know who they are......

Chongkui slowly took a step back, the hand holding the torch trembling uncontrollably, but she was not intimidated, she swallowed sharply, suddenly held the torch, and walked to a nearby cell.

The prisoners inside also looked up at her as if they had been sensed.

Those faces, exactly the same as hers.

Next cell, next cell, next next room......

Like a lost beast, she rushed to escape in the strange jungle, but she was always forced back by the thrilling cliffs, and finally there was no way back.

Behind him, there are cold walls.

In front of her, there were countless cells that stretched from the ground to the top, and in front of her, the cells seemed to be pieced together into a huge chessboard, with intricate chess games inside.

And she is the chess piece that was left behind.

In the quiet cell of "Chongkui ......", apart from Chongkui's violent and hasty gasps, I don't know who spoke first and called out her name.

"Heavy Aoi ......"