A group of people cautiously entered the ancient castle.
This time, Ye Xingyan and Masha also entered.
The inside of the castle was silent, as if deserted. Bloodstains that hadn't dried yet could be seen on the floor, and every few steps, there were charred corpses turning black.
Masha had seen many dead bodies before, and now she was braver. She didn't scream, just tightly held Ye Xingyan's hand, occasionally closing her eyes.
"The commander sent a message, asking us to immediately move people from the dungeon."
The second-in-command glanced at the communicator he had just taken out. There was a detailed route map on it.
The group immediately followed the route but encountered a dirty little boy covered in bloodstains at the entrance of a staircase.
Everyone halted, instantly on guard, not daring to underestimate him because of his age.
