This is a dark dungeon.
Dark, moist, with sour, rotten and decaying smell.
This seems to be a corner that has been forgotten and spurned by the world. All you can hear is the rustle of mice and cockroaches in the dark, as well as the sound of torture and the howling of prisoners from time to time.
It is like waking up the ghost who has been sleeping for years, and stabbing people's eardrums.
Suddenly, with the sound of creaking, the cold stone door of the dungeon was slowly pushed open, and several trial knights came in with John, the god bound with the shackles.
Compared with a few months ago, Old John looks