69: Chapter 69 Vampire Castle 25

In an instant, the audience in the livestream room exploded.

[666, I can only give you 82 points for this show-off, and I'll send the remaining 18 points as 666!]

[This is too awesome, how on earth did she figure that out?]

[Luo Yuejian has understood the structure of this Vampire Castle to the extreme.]

[You all missed the most awesome part of Luo Yuejian's move. Her most impressive point isn't that she saw through the mechanism, but that she dared to go down!]

[Exactly. Even if she understood the mechanism behind it, Luo Yuejian could have easily tricked other players into going down to verify her hypothesis, but she actually dared to do it herself. She really dared to do it!]

[Really! At that time, Short-sleeved Youth had clearly volunteered to help Luo Yuejian. Given Short-sleeved Youth's attitude towards Luo Yuejian, she could have clearly let him go down to test the waters.]

[Luo Yuejian: Not needed.]

[Sometimes I really have to admire this person. Her control over the game has truly reached a pinnacle level.]

[And she really doesn't care about what she did. Look at what she just said, 'Not impressive.' If it were anyone else, I would definitely think they were showing off, but with Luo Yuejian, she truly believes this is just a simple matter!]

[This is Luo Yuejian!]

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A moment later, Buzz-cut Man and Short-sleeved Youth came down together on the circular platform, and after another while,

Buzz-cut Man expressionlessly led Gloomy Youth, Short-sleeved Youth, and Stuttering Uncle down from upstairs. The faces of these three people showed a trace of embarrassment and guilt, because they had actually doubted Luo Yuejian earlier.

Stuttering Uncle said, full of guilt: "I-I am short-sighted, I couldn't see your pl-plan, you are a magnanimous person..."

He was a natural stutterer, having to split every sentence into eight pieces. Luo Yuejian felt even more awkward listening to him, but she didn't think they had done anything wrong.

After all, the others couldn't just respawn directly after dying like her; there was nothing wrong with being responsible for their own lives.

She said a simple "It's fine" and hurriedly wanted to change the subject: "There's no time left, let's leave here quickly."

Her words immediately refocused everyone's attention back to this space.

Everyone began to look around. This space was relatively dim, the light was weak, making people feel a bit oppressed. The only light source was a seemingly deep passage not far away.

Faint, flickering firelight could be seen from inside, though it was unclear what the specific situation was. The players looked at each other, and Buzz-cut Man said: "Let's go, we have to go in and take a look."

After speaking, he took the lead and walked towards the passage, limping.

After carefully entering the passage, everyone was surprised to discover that inside the passage, oil lamps on both sides illuminated the situation; this was actually a building similar to a prison.

On both sides of the passage were rows of cells locked by heavy iron doors. The floors of the cells were covered with dry straw, appearing gray and dilapidated. However, the most hair-raising thing was that in the corner of one of the cells, a mummified corpse was lying there.

The mummified corpse's body was in a twisted posture, as if it had experienced immense pain before death. Its skin was withered and tightly attached to the bones, and its hollow eye sockets stared at everyone, making one's blood run cold.

As soon as White-collar Woman saw this mummified corpse, she immediately let out a terrified scream. Her voice echoed in the silent passage, making everyone's heart rate accelerate. She subconsciously covered her mouth, took a few steps back, and her face was as pale as paper.

The other players were also frightened by this terrifying sight, and their faces showed obvious discomfort.

They continued to walk forward and discovered that there were several mummified corpses in the cells on both sides. Some cells also contained strange iron objects that looked like some kind of torture devices, but due to the long passage of time, no one could identify their specific use.

The further they went inside, the more alarmed the players became. They passed through more than twenty cells, and on average, there were two or three mummified corpses in each cell.

By this calculation, at least a hundred people had probably lost their lives in this prison.

"What kind of place is this exactly?" Short-sleeved Youth couldn't help but ask. Looking at the corpses trapped in the cells, who had likely starved to death, he felt unbearable pity.

Buzz-cut Man also couldn't help but curse: "Damn, what the hell kind of place is this? How could there be so many dead people locked up here?"

"This is likely the place where the Vampire imprisoned prisoners. The plot introduction for this instance said that the Vampire has been sealed for a long time; these people were probably all starved to death."

Gloomy Youth frowned, "Being able to be starved to death, it seems these people locked up here were all ordinary people."

"Those beasts!" Buzz-cut Man spat.

"W-wait a minute, did you guys hear any sound?" White-collar Woman suddenly spoke up. She stopped in her tracks, her voice revealing a trace of terror and unease.

What sound? Hearing this, everyone was startled and immediately looked around vigilantly, their ears carefully listening for any movement nearby.

Because White-collar Woman had been afraid, she had been as vigilant as a frightened bird, making her extra sensitive to changes in the surrounding environment.

Just when the other players were still confused, she heard that faint sound again, and this time, it seemed even clearer than before.

At this moment, the other players also heard the sound—weak and powerless, as if someone was faintly calling for help. Everyone looked at each other, and a tense atmosphere spread in the air.

"It sounds like someone is calling for help..." White-collar Woman's voice trembled slightly, her fingers tightly clutching her clothes, as if she wanted to use this to alleviate the fear in her heart.

Everyone's nerves tightened. A call for help? How could someone be calling for help in this place? Everyone began to look around nervously, trying to find the source of the sound.

Buzz-cut Man's eyes narrowed, signaling everyone to be careful, and then he cautiously walked towards the direction from which the sound came. Seeing this, the others followed closely behind him, their footsteps as light as cats, fearing to make even the slightest sound.

Finally, in a seemingly ordinary cell, through the iron bars, they saw a person locked with iron chains, curled up in the corner, their body trembling incessantly.

This person was covered in scars, emaciated, and their skin was withered, just like the mummified corpses in the other cells. If not for the weak cry for help and the rise and fall of their chest, everyone would have thought it was a corpse.

Buzz-cut Man asked vigilantly: "Who are you?"