The underground prison is quiet and the hilarious outside has nothing to do with it. There is only gloomy air, hole-punching mice and the sound of wet dripping water.

The severely convicted prisoners here were not even qualified to work hard on the river beach. They could only be locked in this cage without seeing the light, year after year, until the end of their lives. Their bodies were dead, and only their yellow eyes could still turn, silently following the moving shadows of the three intruders.

"Francis Benami?"

Isabel stopped in front of the prison door in the innermost part and whispered to the dark shadow in the haystack.

No response.

Isabel swallowed, mustered up his courage again, and raised his voice: "Gecko Monk!"

The low and hoarse laughter slid against the ground like a swimming snake, and the shadow moved: "How old are you?"

"I'm here to be the questioner." Isabel tried hard to make his voice sound serious and calm, "I'll ask, you answer."

"Gecko Munch never talks nonsense to people outside the prison."

There was no sound over there again.

Isabel frowned habitually, and the initiative in negotiations was not in her hands. She had no choice but to hand over the crowbar to Raj and took a step back.

The strong man let out a low growl deep in his throat, and the heavy iron lock fell to the ground.

"Now the people in the prison door are asking you." Isabel sat cross-legged in front of him, "I ask, you answer."

The shadow squirmed, and a haggard and terrifying face emerged from the darkness. His shriveled eyes first stared at Raj, then slapped Geronimo, and finally fell on Isabel's face.

He laughed silently, his mouth was filled with gums that were rotten by scurvy. He didn't look like a human at all, but like a ghost without substance.

"Razor Noah's bastard," he said, "I hate your damn green eyes."

Isabel pulled out a crowbar from Raj's hand and hit the pirate's shoulder with his backhand. She suppressed her anger and asked in a deep voice: "Do you know him?"

"If there is a choice, I definitely don't want to know him." Gecko Monk raised his hand in shackles to her, "Look at the gift he gave me."

His arms were covered with tattoos of sea monsters and banshees, and Isabel looked away with disgust: "Where is he?"

"Maybe it's somewhere in the seabed in Madagascar, or it might be in the trench near Somalia." His malicious smile made people feel disgusting, "You have to ask about the currents."

Geronimo noticed that Isabel beside her was shaking slightly, but her tone didn't change: "Is he dead?"

Gecko Monk laughed. His voice became louder, more distorted, and more hysterical. His whole skin seemed to collapse in this crazy laughter.

The living dead people waiting for decay in the prison seemed to be awakened by his laughter. They climbed up from the ground like resurrected zombies and gathered to the edge of each cage. The dead hands like bird claws snatched the iron fence, making a hoarse or sharp smile together, and even saliva flowed from their mouths with mixed teeth.

They tilted their heads and took their eyes, and their eyes were tightly clenched at the three outsiders who were rashly entering this dark world.

"Answer me!"

Isabel threw the crowbar in his hand at Gecko Munch, as if to throw the creepy and terrifying laughter out of his mind.

The crowbar roared over and drew a blood mark on the gecko Munch's face. It hit a white dot on the hard rock wall and then bounced back to the corner.

Gecko Munch stopped laughing.

He changed into a look of awe and regret: "He has committed a taboo. Harry, the mourner, will never allow betrayal." Then the sickly and crazy expression appeared again, and Geronemo simply suspected that two souls were stuffed into his body. "He stole the navigation chart of the eunuch of the Sanbao and wanted to monopolize the treasure of the Chinese emperor! Hahahaha! Madman, he is simply a madman-"

"We have to leave!" Geronemo held the girl's hand and wanted to pull her away. He heard the slight sound of the key turning the door lock at the other end of the corridor, which was the guard's sentinel. They were attracted by the strange loud laughter of the prisoners.

Raj picked up Isabel and carried it on his shoulder, followed Geronemo closely, and ran between his dry arms that were stretched out like rotten branches on both sides of the aisle.

Two gun-carried whistle guards stepped down the stone steps one by one and one by one to the dungeon.

The noise and noise just now had already evaporated into the air, leaving only the torches that flashed and jumped on the walls making a slight sound of shaking and bursting when burning.

Everything seemed to be completely abnormal, they only smelled the scent of the flowing wind. But in this completely closed underground prison, even the wind should not exist.

The whistlemen looked at each other and read the look of panic in each other's eyes.

They picked up the mezzanine in their hands and pointed the muzzle at the dead bodies in the cage.

The first person noticed the abnormally opened door at the end of the aisle.

He raised his gun and looked inward with caution - the infamous pirate gecko Munch disappeared without a trace, and with him the crowbar thrown in the corner.

The face of the sentry suddenly changed and he shouted loudly: "The serious prisoner escaped from prison!"

He took off his chest and blew a sharp sound.

Soon, the news will spread throughout Goa, and all the guards in the city will be dispatched.
Chapter completed!