In the secret passage of the illusionary realm.

Bradley and Freya cuddled like this for a while, until it became difficult to breathe, before letting go of each other.

Freya's breath was slightly uneven as she softly asked, "Did you notice that the figure just now seemed familiar?"

Although it was just a fleeting glance, upon careful recollection, she felt that the gaze was somewhat familiar.

Over the years, she had made quite a few enemies, but there were not many who left a deep impression on her memory.

Yet this figure made her feel familiar.

Bradley raised his hand and gently touched her hair, his voice low as he asked, "Who do you suspect it to be?"

He had faced the figure directly, and even though their appearance was destroyed, those eyes made a lasting impression on him.

Of course, until the identity of the figure was truly revealed, Everyone was just his speculation.

The reason I asked Freya is mainly to hear her thoughts and see if they align with mine. Freya pondered for a moment and said, "I know it sounds unbelievable, but I always feel like the way she looks at me, it's just like..." "ying?" Before Freya could finish, Bradley interrupted her. Freya was stunned by his words. Yes, she felt that the woman was just like ying. But she couldn't believe it, after all, ying had already fallen off a cliff. Even though no body was found, it was impossible to survive such a high fall. Moreover, even if ying didn't die, how could she appear in the underground maze? "If ying didn't die, then there is only ying explanation, Belle brought her in."

This is the only answer Bradley can think of, after all, the entrance is in the Raven Pavilion. He has always had people keeping an eye on this place, so it's impossible for anyone to come and go freely under his nose. As for the exit, only Belle's fingerprint can open it. So, let's speculate, did Belle save ying by chance and bring her into the underground maze? "But why would she bring ying in? Belle is not a saint, how could she do something to save a life?" Since learning about Belle injecting a new type of venom to enhance physical abilities and ruthlessly dealing with Ella, Freya's view of this woman has undergoing a drastic change. Belle is someone who will do whatever it takes to achieve her goals. Therefore, she would never be kind enough to save ying's life. Freya suddenly remembered the two assassination attempts earlier, the first time it was indeed Belle, but what about the second time? Thinking back to the recent fight with the Black Shadow, it seems that the two have similar skills. So is it possible that the person who made the second attempt was ying?

With such thoughts, Freya felt increasingly eerie. "Maybe, just to cultivate a killer tool!" Bradley's eyes were very cold, and Freya could guess naturally that his thoughts were deep. Belle has always walked in filth, acted without considering the consequences, and coupled with ying falling off the cliff, she was bound to be seriously injured. Saving her would require a lot of effort – how could Belle make a losing deal? She was probably just nurturing another puppet. After hearing this, Freya's brows furrowed even deeper. If this was really the case, the most terrifying thing lurking in the underground labyrinth was not Belle, but ying. This woman held a deep grudge against her and would definitely find ways to kill them. Freya suddenly felt a little uneasy. Now that Ella had fallen into Belle's hands, if ying was really Belle's person, Ella's days might not be so easy.

After all, Ella belongs to her, so ying will definitely vent her anger on Ella.

"If that's the case, I'm worried that Ella might be in danger. Bradley, we need to find Ella as soon as possible."

As soon as the words fell, strange cries suddenly came from all around.

It was just the sound of gurgling water, pleasant to the ear.

But at this moment, it was a low-pitched hissing sound, like the sound of a group of snakes leaving their nests.

"Are there snakes?"

Her heartstrings tightened, and she immediately took out the wolf-tooth jade whistle and blew it.

Normally, at times like this, snake groups would fear and retreat.

However, even after the whistle sounded, the low hissing continued.

The key is that it became more intense with each passing moment.

"No, no snakes!" Bradley held a flashlight and carefully surveyed the surroundings. Besides them, there were no other living creatures around.

But the sound seemed to be getting closer, as if a group of snakes were really on the move.

"If I'm not mistaken, we've been tricked!" Bradley's eyes were cold as he carefully observed the sounds around them, realizing that the sound was coming from inside the wall.

Moreover, the sound was highly realistic, as if there were real creatures nesting inside.

The key was that the sound also had special effects, sometimes high, sometimes low, giving people goosebumps all over.

For those with poor mental resilience, they might be scared to death.

Bradley was worried that Freya would be afraid, so he raised his hand to cover her ears. "We need to break out quickly. There must be hidden mechanisms here. The longer we stay, the more dangerous it gets."

Freya removed his hand and grinned at him, showing her teeth. "You underestimate me. Before becoming a Daoist Spirit, my master once placed me in a secret room for tough training. I not only faced all kinds of dangers created by humans, but also fought against poisonous insects and ferocious beasts. So, this kind of sound is nothing to me."

Those experiences, thinking about them still feels terrifying. But upon closer reflection, if it weren't for those setbacks, I wouldn't be the person I am today.

Her master was strict with her, all for the purpose of helping her grow faster. Perhaps she resented her master in the past, but the success of these years allowed her to truly appreciate the master's good intentions. She was grateful to her master for enabling her to become strong.

"Tell me, how did you get through all these years?"

The low whisper never ceased, as Bradley attempted to divert attention through conversation. After all, this kind of voice, when heard for a long time, even the strongest of people couldn't bear it.

Freya's eyes, at that moment, dimmed.

Those experiences, filled with blood and pain, were her nightmares. To this day, thinking about them still makes her wake up in a fright in her dreams.

Originally, although Braldey had asked, she did not inquire further, so she did not speak specifically. But now that he brought it up again, she felt somewhat at a loss. Braldey clearly saw the unease in her eyes and realized he might be touching on her painful past, so he quickly changed his tune, "If you don't want to talk about it, don't force yourself."

"After recovering from my foolish illness, I used to run out of the village frequently. Aunt Ye didn't bother to control me, so as time went by, whenever I left, it would be for a month, sometimes even longer, up to half a year. The villagers thought I was lost and didn't bother to look for me.

You know what happened with Bradley. He helped me get introduced to Senior and became his apprentice to learn medicine. After mastering medical skills, I started a clinic to make money. It was around that time that I coincidentally met Queen Sally. She valued my martial arts talent and allowed me to apprentice to learn martial arts..."

As she spoke, Freya Freya's voice became somewhat choked up. The whole process was too cruel, and she was afraid she would lose control of her emotions while speaking. Bradley hugged her shoulder, his other hand clenched into a fist. Even though he had also undergoing such cruel training, why did he still ask about her heartache?

Suddenly, the sharp hissing sound became more frantic, even more ear-piercing than before. However, while it was a snake's cry just now, this time it was the squeaking of a mouse. Each sound went straight to the heart, causing goosebumps all over!