Kingdom’s Bloodline Chapter 137: Illusion

What appeared in front of everyone was five darkened cells, no different from other empty cells, except that the fence was brand new to set off the darkness that followed.

Strong smell.

There is no sound.

Nothing happened.

No...people?

The people looked at each other, their eyes revealed doubts.

Ricky patted Semir's shoulder, who was not in his mind. The latter seemed to be in a dream, and slowly recovered.

Just now.

"Ah"

A heavy and long sigh came out from the darkness of one of the cells, with a laziness.

"Brie, are you snoring again?"

The lazy voice chewed a few times, as if it had just woke up: "Fuck it louder than thunder..."

Hearing this sound, Semir shook his whole body.

The sound of a human body turning over in the darkness.

Everyone looked at each other and held their breath.

It's people.

Living people.

Semir's raised steps stopped, as if he hesitated for a long time between moving forward and stopping.

He stared blankly at the darkness ahead, and the torch in his hand shook slightly.

Ricky and Clay looked at each other when seeing Semir's abnormality.

The brazier frowned tightly, but Russell was puzzled.

Soon, a muffled noise came from another cell, as if someone had hammered the wall hard.

Everyone couldn't help but turn their eyes, looking towards the darkness in another cell.

Only heard a bleak male voice: "Hahahaha, it sounds like thunder can be heard here..."

Hearing this somewhat inattentive voice, Semir was shocked again, and his whole body began to tremble.

The prisoners in the darkness and stench were silent for a while.

The first lazy voice sounded again: "By the way, what is the sound of thunder, who of you remember?"

The bleak voice snorted, dragging a long nasal sound, seeming to be moaning.

"Of course, listen well, Nakey, the sound of thunder is like this," the desolate voice began to exhale, and imitated vividly: "Pop! Papa! Papa! Paku! Paku! Papa..."

In addition to the two cells, there were several different laughs in the darkness of the other three cells.

Thyls felt that there were probably five to six people there.

Some of these laughs are clear, some dull, some thick, but without exception, they all feel depressing.

"Fuck you, Tardin," the lazy voice laughed, and the prisoner named Naki sarcastically:

"This is clearly the sound of you and Brie sneaking on the wall at night..."

The desolate voice seemed to be amused by myself, and laughed wildly: "Fuck the wall, hahaha, **** the wall, hahahahahahaha"

Taldin's laughter was long and weird, but Thales felt an inexplicable mania from it.

And desolate.

At this moment, the third voice rang from the third cell.

"Ahhhhh...are you very proud, Naki, Tardin?"

Thyls frowned: It was like a whisper of discontent from a wild animal.

Naki and Tardin's laughter slowly disappeared.

Compared with the laziness of the first voice and the desolation of the second voice, this third voice is sharp and mean, quite a bit gloomy.

Reminiscent of hunters lurking in the dark, grinding their teeth and claws.

"But I know, you can't hide from me, I know..." The speaker gritted his teeth as if he had seen something unbearable.

Silence.

"Ah," Tardin, who just laughed wildly just now, snorted, seemingly disdainful:

"Oh, here again, Chennai, our logistics officer."

The next second, the gloomy voice suddenly burst into a high pitch: "Yes! I know, Naki, Tardin, you two talk stubbornly, and you talk about boring dialogue every day. They are actually secret signs, right? "

"What are you planning!"

Boom!

The sound of fists punching the wall came from the darkness.

Just listen to this man called "Nye" while beating the wall while being hysterical:

"You must be secretly planning, you want to kill me... Yes, it must be so, you, you, yes, you are separated from the cell, want to annoy me with endless garbage, and then you can With exclusive supplies, you can live until that day... it must be so! It must be!"

Boom, boom, boom!

Nai's voice on the wall grew louder and louder, with a bit of momentum at all costs.

"I tell you, you are a delusion! No one can deprive me of my rights, no one! Delusion! I want to kill you, I want to kill you before you do it"

Nye's crazy roar echoed in the hall, full of sorrow and hatred.

Outside the cell, Clay scratched his ears awkwardly.

Everyone looked at each other nervously, but Ricky raised his hand to stop their movement and stared at Semir's back.

And Semir just listened quietly, motionless

Amidst the back and forth cursing, the lazy Nakey laughed and blew a rhythmic whistle.

Nye's cursing stopped slightly.

Immediately afterwards, a melodious song sounded in the darkness:

"A young man riding a horse, a girl carrying a basket, a chance encounter on the roadside, and love at first sight~"

"At that time, the stars were shining, the breeze was whistling at that time, and the young man whispered in a low voice: When I am rich in the world, you should be affectionate~"

Unconsciously, the cursing went quieter.

Naki's rhythm is very good. This little song came out in the dark cell, mixed with Nye's curses, and his voice was crisp and clear.

"The king is old, and the woman carries the rod. See you in the next year, and the years are merciless~"

"At that time, the dead leaves were falling, and the setting sun was here, the old woman sighed: You are rich in the world, how can you be affectionate?"

Slowly, as Nakey's singing faded, Nai's cursing disappeared.

There is only a whirring gasp left.

Naan snorted, and then there was a heavy sound.

The darkness in the five cells returned to silence again.

But Semir remained motionless, silently watching the darkness before him.

Only the light on the hand trembling slightly.

Soon, another timid voice sounded tremblingly in the air:

"Naki, it's not..."

This person is either born with a fine voice, or he is really timid, just listen to his intermittent voice, trembling and authentic: "No, it's not..."

Naki sighed in the darkness, coaxing the child, and lazily said: "What's the matter, Cannon?"

"It's not, it's not..."

"Not what?"

Just listen to Cannon trembling: "That's not the sound of thunder, let alone Brie's snoring, I know, it's not..."

He sounds terrified:

"That's...that's the sound of the opening of the iron curtain..."

Everyone, including Thales, gave a wink: The people in the cell noticed them.

Cannon’s voice continued, but gradually changed its flavor:

"They, they are here, they are here, they are coming to drag us out and beheaded, for our sins, for our negligence, for our unrepentance, for our selfishness... Ah! They are here, here are...I know..."

's voice came, and the owner who sounded like a voice fell on the ground, curled up, and wailed in panic:

"They are here, ahhhh"

"Ah, Cannon is talking nonsense again," Tardin said in a bleak voice, "Same as last time, remember, Naki? He said a girl appeared before him... You and Cannon are One room, help, knock him out..."

Just now.

"Naki, Cannon, Tardin."

A calm voice sounded slowly, seeming to have inexplicable power in the dark:

"Three of you, be quiet."

The speaker was very slow, but as soon as he spoke, all three of them were quiet:

"I do see something."

Hearing this steady voice, Semir in the hall lowered his head gently, seeming to be lost.

Clay was about to reach out to remind him, but Ricky held his shoulders down, who shook his head at him.

Ricky, who had been paying attention to the cell, gave a frightening expression: a footstep sounded slowly from behind the fourth cell.

A group of nervous eyes turned to the cell.

A dark, thin figure appeared behind the metal fence.

Thyls vaguely saw that this figure was wearing long tousled hair, covering the appearance. The clothes on his body were black and gray, and the awkward description and dirty appearance were vaguely visible.

"Light."

"I see the light."

The calm voice is calm and quiet.

Taldin, who has been ridiculing, disdains and hums:

"Illusion, just like Nye always feels that someone wants to harm him. Cannon always sees female ghosts. To tell you the truth, sometimes I will dream of Majesty Eddie..."

"Quiet." The calm voice spoke again.

This is the tone of command, there is no doubt about it.

Thyls noticed that there was no sound from the other cells, as if waiting for his judgment.

The thin figure slowly approached the fence.

Outside the cell, Semir took a deep breath, raised the torch, and shone at the man.

The next second, in the bright flames, the thin figure suddenly raised his arms in front of him, stumbled back several steps: "Ah, it's too dazzling!"

"This light...light...what the **** is going on!"

Semuel hesitated for a moment, and the torch retreated a bit.

This time, Thales saw clearly: behind the fence of the cell, a figure appeared in the darkness.

It was a desolate man with long disheveled hair and a beard that grew to his chest. Standing in front of the fence, he slowly lowered his arms.

Semir stared at the person in front of him in a daze, his face was yellowish and thin, his eyes were dull, and he looked at his old and decadent face. From the outside, he was fifty or sixty years old.

Semir's heart felt sore: He remembered that the man in front of him was once so heroic and strong.

But now...

Thyls saw something else.

The prince watched the man pull away his long hair, revealing a thin, wrinkled face, and a brand from his right cheek to his chin.

Thyls froze.

The one that is the same as Semir, engraved with the ancient empire letter "s"...

The sinner's brand.

Semir's lips moved, and he trembled: "Little Barney?"

The prisoner in the cell was shocked!

"Chief Pioneer," Samuel said, looking at the embarrassed prisoner in front of him:

"Little Quilbani?

Across from him, Barney Jr. glared red eyes and stared at Semir who was separated by a door and outside the cell.

Not moving, like petrified.

The other voices in the cell were also silent, only the panting gradually increased.

In the darkness on the other side, the trembling voice named Cannon spoke again: "Wait, this sound is like, but like..."

After a murmur of rising from the ground, the second figure appeared in another cell.

Semuel turned gently, illuminating the other person:

"Cannon?"

Thyls saw the prisoner: He crouched, leaning against the wall, moving towards the fence little by little, covering his face tightly with his hands, only showing a pair of eyes, as if he was afraid of being caught Something hurts.

Soon, Cannon slowly lowered his hands, revealing his filthy face.

"You, you are...no, no..." The prisoner stared blankly at the flames outside, his face horrified, shaking more and more severely.

His face, on the right cheek, is also branded with an "s" in ancient imperial writing.

Thyls suddenly understood something.

Semir looked at the person in front of him, and there was an unknown bitterness in his words.

Jonah Cannon, he was, was once the bravest man, daring to rival wild beasts...

But.

"Something is wrong..."

In the same cell, a lazy voice sounded from behind Cannon: "I seem to...I seem to have hallucinations, I actually... actually saw the iron curtain really open, and also, I saw it. Semir?"

In the swaying flames, a man covered in dirt appeared beside Cannon.

His hair is uneven, his beard is sloppy, his eyes are blank, his face is old, and he has an unpleasant stench, like a wild man with strong hair.

Semir took a deep breath and turned his gaze bitterly: "Naki."

"It is indeed me."

Naki's filthy cheeks froze~IndoMTL.com~ The other three cells also rioted, and several figures appeared from the darkness beyond the fire.

Semir turned around slowly, looked at the other two people in the third cell, and slowly called out their names.

"Gutittaldin." The prisoner tilted his head and stared at Semir, his eyes widened, and the corners of his mouth slowly opened with a horrified smile.

"Sorbury." The man was quite strong, silent.

The remaining two people stayed in separate cells. When Semir called their names, they were very different.

"Second logistics officer, Sassner." This was a strained ‘savage’ staring at the torch outside the fence with suspicious eyes.

"And you, Chief Penal Officer, Luton Belletti."

Semuel looked at the last person and breathed out slowly.

"Long time no see."

And the other party just stared at him coldly.

Thyls looked at these prisoners who were sloppy, poor-looking, and young, and had suffered for a long time at first glance, and found that, without exception, they all had "s" on different parts of their faces. Branding.

So, they are all...

However, the people in the five cells reacted unexpectedly.

"What the hell?"

The last Belletti bowed her head indifferently, and muttered to herself: "Who is crazy this time? Maybe it's not enough supplies? Or hell?"

"Nothing."

Little Barney interrupted him coldly, looking across Semir, as if seeing a cloud of air.

"He can't be real."

His filthy face showed disgust, and turned his back: "Everyone goes back to sleep and wakes up."

"It's just... another hallucination."

Barney's figure was drowned in darkness.