The Prince Who Was Raised in Hell novel Chapter 1252

The black fog churned and surged, but it was unusually quiet, giving people an extremely mysterious feeling. If it weren’t for the golden light, even cultivators of Heavenly Spirit Realm wouldn’t be able to see anything.

In the center of the black whirlpool, an underground was brightly lit at this moment. Bright lamps lit up a huge space as bright as day. Countless clay sculptures were densely packed but neatly arranged. They were standing or kneeling, vivid and lifelike, making one’s scalp tingle at the sight of them.

These clay sculptures were facing a long staircase at the front. The stairs were very wide, and each floor could accommodate at least forty or fifty people walking side by side. The stairs were also very tall, with a total of 9999 floors. It was as if they had been lifted up into the sky and transformed into a heavenly ladder.

At the top of the place stood a huge group of palaces. The palaces were resplendent, carved, and painted like palaces where immortals lived. They were luxurious and mysterious everywhere. Even the palaces of the noblest emperors in the mortal world were probably less than one in ten thousand here. However, the palace complex was empty. This kind of emptiness was enough to make people who saw this feel their hearts palpitate and their chests feel as if they were about to be torn apart.

The interior of the palaces was also full of gorgeous and noble aura. But now, it was filled with an uneasy silence.

In the center of the palace was a huge coffin. The coffin was nearly 30 meters long and 50 to 60 meters wide. It was pitch-black and had a human shape similar to a relief sculpture on its surface. This human shape was tall and sturdy, as if he had been cast as a whole. But, the human figure was extremely twisted, especially the mouth on his face, which could not be done by an ordinary person, as if he was shouting and roaring desperately before he died.

This coffin, together with this empty and quiet palace, was enough to drive anyone who stepped into it crazy.

In fact, in addition to the coffin, there were two other human figures in the palace. Calling them human figures instead of human was because no one could be sure whether these two fellows could be called human beings or not.

One of the two figures was tall and the other was short. The taller one wore a long black robe and held a wooden staff almost as tall as him. The robe was flowing on the ground and almost integrated with the black ground. Although there was no wind in the hall, the man’s robe swayed slightly. When the long robe was blown up by the wind, it could be seen through the gap that the lanky human figure had no feet.

The short figure was a seven or eight-year old little girl. Her long, moist hair hung down to her waist, and she was wearing a pink palace dress. The bright color and the dark atmosphere of the palace were obviously incompatible with each other, but at this moment, it made people feel nervous as if their throats were pressed by a blade.

This little girl was kneeling on the ground with her face facing the coffin. Her fingers were fiddling with the black object in a small bowl next to her. If time could flow backward for many years, those black objects, which had long withered, would become the original grapes with moist luster. But now, they were almost the same as a lump of solidified mud.

In the entire palace, only this coffin, a tall and thin human figure, and this little girl could be seen at once. It was unknown how long they had been in this state or how long they would last.

At this moment, a rush of footsteps suddenly came from the steps outside the palace. The voice was fast and urgent, and it was getting closer and closer. It soon stopped outside the palace.

It was a walking clay sculpture.

Compared to this clay sculpture, the color of the clay sculpture was brighter and more vivid from eyebrows to clothes. However, it was also because of this brighter life and color that the clay sculpture looked even more sinister and weird.

The clay sculpture was kneeling on one knee outside the palace. Its mouth was made of mud, so it naturally could not move. However, its voice was clearly transmitted to the palace and to the two human figures in front of the coffin.

What the clay sculpture said was a kind of obscure language. It was urgent and fast. Normal people could not understand it. However, just as the clay sculpture was saying, the little girl who was playing the things in the bowl stopped what she was doing.

The white veil covering her face moved slightly. The tall and thin figure slowly turned around.