My Waste Husband
Chapter 713

Chapter 713

A scientist once asked such a question: "What was in the depths of the planet we lived on, under the ground?" After so many years, countless people had explored it, but until today, there was no accurate answer.

There was a prison under distant Sosasmo desert. Not even the authorities here knew about the existence of this prison. It existed for thousands of years, or even longer. Only those who had committed the most heinous crimes would be exiled to this prison and never to leave again.

For this prison, people who knew it called it "Hell", just like the place in the myth world where only the dead would go. If you came to this prison, you would die.

Henry struggled to open his eyes. He found himself surrounded by darkness. It was so dark that he couldn't see his own fingers.

Henry only felt sore all over his body and it was difficult to move. He tried to run the Qi in his body, only to find that he couldn't activate it at all.

Henry touched the ground and felt a little cold. He tried to sit up with his legs crossed and tried to run the Qi in his body again, but there was still no response.

"You don't have to try." A teasing voice came from the side, "The Qi can not be used in the 18th floor of Hell. Even the experts in the God Realm can't lift their Qi, not to mention you, a master from the Transforming Realm... No, you are a bit strange. You are in the Transforming Realm, right? No, you are not in the Form Incantation yet. But your strength just happened to be there. Why are you so strange?"

Although the darkness in front of him could not let Henry see the speaker, he could distinguish the direction of the voice.

"Who are you?" Henry endured the pain in his body and looked at the source of the sound.

"Me?" The man laughed at himself. "It's been too long. Nobody called me by my name, and I don't remember."

There was the sound of a huge rock crashing on the ground. Henry could feel that the man was slowly approaching him.

Henry clenched his fists with both hands and concentrated. He didn't even know where he was now, so he should always be on guard in case of any accidents.

The owner of the voice stopped when he was three meters away from Henry. "You don't have to be so nervous. I have been in this hell for 140 years. I won't do anything to a newcomer."

"140 years? Hell?" Henry asked in confusion.

"Correct, boy, what kind of sin did you commit to make the Recluse Association to put you in here? Did you start a world war? Or did you destroy the Recluse Association's legendary supreme treasure? From the past until now, you can be considered the youngest one to enter this underworld." The person in the darkness released a curious voice.

As time went on, Henry gradually adapted to the darkness in front of him. A faint figure appeared in Henry's sight. The figure was only about 1.5 meters tall, and there was an iron chain tied to his feet. Behind the chain, there was an iron block that was nearly ten times larger than others, which limited the man's movement.

"Is the hell you're talking about a cage?" Henry speculated.

"It seems you really don't know anything." The man shook his head, then walked over to the iron block and sat down. "This Hell has a total of eighteen floors. The deeper one goes, the weaker

one's power will be. Only upon reaching the first floor will one be able to find a way out. However, Hell has been built for so long, but I've never heard of anyone who was able to leave this place."

Henry smiled and said, "So, I am now on the 18th floor?"

"You're quite self-aware, aren't you?" The man patted the ground, and a lamp suddenly turned on.

At the moment when the light was on, Henry subconsciously closed his eyes. At the same time, he held his breath attentively and carefully felt the movement coming from the surrounding air.

"Boy, you have a good sense of vigilance. If you were in my era, you would also rank high among the younger generation." A teasing voice came from behind Henry.

Henry suddenly opened his eyes and found that the figure leaning against the iron had disappeared. He suddenly turned around and found that the man was standing behind him.

This was a man who looked in his sixties, but his voice had nothing to do with his appearance. Not only was his voice not as calm as his age, but it sounded like he was paying and jumping. He had the face of a Chinese person. Dressed in the costume of the royal French family, which was worn in the last century. He had a long beard. The iron chain tied to his feet had been taken off at some point.

When he saw the man behind him, Henry's heart, that had been tense all the time, simply relaxed. Judging from the speed that the man just showed, if he really wanted to kill him, Henry probably would have no chance to respond.

Looking around, Henry saw that he was in the middle of a room. The furniture in the room was all of the style of the last century, which made Henry have the illusion that he was in the 18th century.

"What's wrong? Are you surprised?" The short man looked at Henry and said, "Although we are in prison, life still needs to be enjoyed. Look at my furniture and decoration from the Qing Dynasty.

People could usually just see it in Westerns museums but can not touch it. Now we can lie down as I want."

The man said, lying on the big bed in the room, and stepped on his dusty shoes directly. His face was full of pride, and his temperament was like that of a child's.

Henry, however, seized the key point in the man's words. "We?"

According to the man just now, he was the first person to enter the Hell over the last 140 years. Did that mean that he was over 100 years old? The man also said that they were in the Qing Dynasty! If this man didn't talk nonsense, then based on the words "we", there must be many other old freaks there!

Henry was not surprised that a man lived for more than 100 years. Some ordinary people who were in good health could live to the age of 110, not to mention the masters of Qi. The physical function of those Qi masters was far more active than that of ordinary people.

"Kid, let's go. I'll take you to meet some friends. From now on, even when you die, you will have to be with us." The man jumped off the bed, walked to the door, and pulled it open.

Outside the door was a yard, and the sky was very blue.

Henry took a closer look and found that the sky was painted by somebody, but this person's painting skills were quite extraordinary. If he hadn't observed carefully, he would have thought that this was the real sky.

"Boy, what do you think? It's a nice day, isn't it? We live here. If we want to make it dark, the sky will be dark. If we want to make it bright, the sky will be bright." The man in front of Henry said with a proud face.