Henry looked up and found that the light came from the sky.
"It's a little late now, and there's something wrong with seasons as well. Spring has just begun outside, so the weather isn't very good. Summer is a rare time to experience the sunlight, and it's the season that everyone is looking forward to the most." The short man sighed.
Henry nodded secretly. Africa belonged to the southern hemisphere, and China was in the northern hemisphere. It was October now, so China has just entered autumn, while people here entered spring. People living here had not gone out for hundreds of years. It was also a luxury to see the sun and feel the warm sunshine.
"No, that's not right!"
Henry suddenly realized a problem. If these people couldn't get out and were under the ground, how could the sunshine penetrate through? If there was a place that the sunshine could penetrate through, how could this place stop these old freaks, who had survived since the last century, from escaping?!
The short man seemed to have felt Henry's thoughts and smiled at him. "Don't worry, I know what's in your mind. When I came in, it was also what I thought. Someone will answer it for you. Let me warn you, what you're going to hear next may subvert your cognition."
As soon as the short man's voice fell, a voice sounded behind Henry.
"It has been a hundred and forty years. The gates of Hell have once again been opened. I had thought that this prison would forever be forgotten by others."
Henry suddenly turned around and looked back. A middle- aged man, who was 1.8 meters tall in a black robe, stood behind him at this moment.
Henry was 100 percent sure that when he first entered this floor, he didn't see anyone. Now, this middle- aged man was silently approaching him in this spacious place! What kind of strength was this? Moreover, he looked so young!
"Come with me. I know you have a lot of doubts in your heart. It just so happens that I can have a chat with you." The middle-aged man waved to Henry, randomly chose a direction and stepped forward.
"Go." The short man pouted his lips at Henry.
"He is the boss of this Hell. Everyone listens to him."
Henry nodded, took a deep breath and followed the middle-aged man.
"I'm older than you. It's not impolite to ask your name first." The middle- aged man walked leisurely.
Henry and the middle- aged man stood parallel to each other and stared at each other. The middle- aged man looked very ordinary, he would be unnoticeable in the crowd, but his body exuded a strange attraction, which made people want to stare at him.
"My name is Henry." Henry said.
"I'm Silas, 390 years old this year." The middle-aged man said slowly.
"Three hundred and ninety!" Henry's body trembled.
At the age of 390, he had been alive since the Ming Dynasty.
"You seem to be surprised, don't you?" Silas asked, feeling a little strange.
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