le doing here making a fussZhao Erdog didn't take it seriously. There was a plaza right next to them, maybe they were just here to play at the plaza.But what he didn't expect was that these people sto..."Miss, I'm sorry."

Two fierce women walked into Shen Yun's room, they looked at each other, and the one on the left whispered: "Master, please go to Room No. 7 of Changlong Mountain Villa and stay there for a while. Please don't make things difficult for us."

After Shen Mingqing walked out holding the computer, Shen Yun, who had been kneeling on the tatami mat and sobbing, suddenly raised her head when she heard the shrew's words.

A face streaked with tears, full of astonishment.

She never imagined that her grandfather would not only take away her love, but also, to prevent her from informing Duan Chuhong and alerting the Huaxia military about the leak of the real ammunition drill plan for Army Day, he would hastily implement a countermeasure, rendering this top-secret information worthless. To do so, he even imprisoned her.

Both women knew what kind of place Dragon's Hideaway was, especially room number seven. What more could there be with Shen Yun in it

She was the only female in the Shen family for nearly a hundred years, regarded as the jewel in their palm. Even her elder brother, who held a prominent position within the Qingwa Palace, was extremely enthusiastic upon meeting her.

Room Number Seven, also known as the seventh level of hell.

In the folklore of ancient China, there are said to be eighteen layers of hell.

They are, respectively, the Hell of Tongue-Pulling and the Hell of Sword Mountain.

Dāoshān hell, is the seventh layer of the eighteen layers of hell in folk legend.

The "layers" of the Eighteen Layers of Hell are not spatial, but rather differ in time and legal punishment, especially in time.

The first hell considers 3,750 years on Earth as a day, 30 days as a month, and 12 months as a year. The condemned ghost must serve a sentence of ten thousand years in this hell, which is equivalent to 13.5 billion years on Earth.

Its second realm sets a human lifespan of 750 years as a day, and the condemned ghost must serve their sentence for 20,000 days, which equates to 540 billion years in human time.

Thereafter, the prison terms for each subsequent offense shall be increased by a factor of two based on the term of the preceding offense.

Thus calculated, the prison term for the eighteenth hell is equivalent to more than 2.3 * 10^25 years in human time. The ghosts who fall into it experience pain that is beyond description.

Whether or not the eighteen layers of hell are as terrifying as described in folklore, no one knows —

Anyway, the calculation method related to the eighteen layers of hell has long been circulating among the people.

Just like South Koreans, when they hear about the Eighteen Layers of Hell culture, they always say it was designated by their ancestors and later passed down to ancient India, and then from India to China, finally making it flourish and making every South Korean proud.

Whether the concept of the Eighteen Layers of Hell originated from Korean ancestors is unknown.

Moreover, the Seven Layers of Hell in Zhuangyuan seems unable to compare with the eighteen layers of hell described in folk tales.

But even so, Shen Yun was terrified when she heard that her grandfather was going to lock her up in the seventh hell.

Completely unconsciously, Shen Yun flipped up like a spring after a moment of stunned silence. With his right hand, he grasped the katana on its stand as a cold gleam flashed past, and the sword was now in his grasp.

Then, with a clatter, it fell to the ground.

Shen Yun sprang up and drew his knife with incredible speed, but the two fierce women reacted even faster.

Just as she had grasped the long sword, the ferocious woman who had spoken lunged at her with lightning speed, dropping to one knee and raising her elbow to strike her right rib.

As a bodyguard valued by the head of South Korea's most renowned hidden family, his skills were undoubtedly exceptional. He was far from being someone like Shen Yun who wielded his sword more like a dancer in a "performance." There was no comparison.

As the long blade hit the ground, another fierce woman's right foot tapped lightly. The blade rose like a swordfish leaping from the sea, whooshing into the air and landing firmly on its stand.

She didn't even glance at him, and together with her companions, she grabbed Shen Yun's arms from both sides. Without another word, she strode towards the door.

"Let me go, let me go! I tell you to let me go!"

Shen Yun was already quite tall, standing at around 1.7 meters, but under the menacing presence of the two burly women flanking him, he seemed like an ordinary, helpless woman. No matter how hard he struggled, he couldn't achieve anything.

At most, she heard such advice again when two brawny women shoved her into a car: "Miss, please don't make things difficult for us."

Shen Yunzhi was the jewel in the palm of the entire Shen family, without a doubt.

At the beginning, no matter what price she had to pay after being kidnapped by Ham, Shen Mingqing would definitely redeem her. That was a fact.

But the bigger truth is that no one in the Shen family dared to disobey Shen Mingqing's orders.

Since he had ordered the two fierce women to bring Shen Yun to Canglong Mountain Villa and confine him to room number seven, they would have no other reaction but to obey his orders.

Northwest of Seoul, for dozens of miles, lie rolling hills.

The Hidden Dragon Mountain Villa is located on the northernmost mountain in this range.

Standing on the mountaintop with a telescope looking north, you should be able to faintly see that internationally famous line.

The Third Line of the 38th Parallel.

Of course, the so-called "Third Parallel Line" is not a line at all, but an area, excluding Panmunjom, with a 40-kilometer-wide no man's land on both sides.

Half a century after the end of the Peninsula War, this deserted area was covered in lush vegetation and thick weeds, becoming a paradise for wildlife.

It is said that there are Amur tigers roaming around.

This hilltop is also private property belonging to the Shen family.

No Korean would care about the ownership of this mountain, whether it's private or not, because everyone knows that even if the government gave it away for free, no one would want it.

There are no supermarkets, no banks, no discotheques, not even women selling smiles by the door. You could be hit by a stray missile from the north at any time. Only fools would settle down here.

Built halfway up a mountain, the Zhuangyuan on Long Mountain wasn't very large.

It resembles a farm courtyard in mainland China.

The rows of houses were low and dilapidated, all built from stone and cement.

It doesn't look like a place people live; it's more like a frontline temporary command center from wartime, with a high level of defense against attacks.

If people knew, these rows of drab stone houses, would dare to call it "Dragon's Lair Villa," they would surely burst into laughter.

That's because they didn't know that beneath those rows of houses, there was another world.

The true Dragon's Lair is the subterranean structure.

A subterranean citadel capable of housing thousands of people in confined living for a year.

Moreover, it serves as a repository of the true capabilities of South Korea's Shen family.

Everyone inside the dungeon wore earth-yellow camouflage uniforms, with the most advanced assault rifles slung across their shoulders.

As for why so many people stayed in the dungeon, what they were waiting for, or what they were guarding, besides the head of the Shen family, even Shen Yun didn't know.

When Shen Yun was just being dragged out of the car by two fierce women, seven or eight other burly men and women in training uniforms were standing coldly at the small courtyard gate waiting.

Li Mingdu, the highest commander of Zhilong Mountain Villa, was also taken aback when he received Shen Mingqing's phone call, saying that the South Korean princess was being held in room number seven of Zhilong Mountain Villa.

But similarly, they dared not ask casually, so they could only comply and follow suit.

After struggling all the way, without any harvest, Shen Yun also resigned himself to fate.

It was she who destroyed her love with her own hands. This cruel reality left her heart as dead as ashes, utterly exhausted and devoid of life.

Li Ming exchanged glances with the two fierce women, nodded at each other, and waved his hand.

Immediately, two female soldiers stepped forward, replacing the two fierce women, and grabbed Shen Yun's arms.

"Don't touch me. I can walk by myself."

Shen Yun stared blankly at something in the void, and said softly.

The two female soldiers looked at Li Ming.

"Miss, we're only following orders, please don't make things difficult for us."

Li Ming whispered, then stepped across and raised his left hand in a gesture of invitation.

There was no need for the two female soldiers to do anything. Shen Yun walked forward on her own.

She had been to the Zhelong Mountain Villa several times before, so she didn't need anyone to lead the way and knew which path to take.

Li Ming and the others obediently stayed behind her, their lips pursed tightly, not daring to utter a word.

No one knows how Master Shen sent the little princess to Canglong Mountain Villa, and even specifically instructed her to be kept in Room Number Seven.

Nor would anyone want to know.

The more you know, the shorter your life may be. This is a truth recognized by people all over the world.

Shen Yun, leading the way, walked into the courtyard but instead of going into the low stone houses, he turned left in the middle of the yard and walked straight towards the west wall.

On the west side of the courtyard, there was an inconspicuous corner gate.

Through this corner gate, it is a desolate plain.

The flat land area was about half a mu in size, covered with knee-high weeds.

The grass swayed in the wind, occasionally revealing a gray-white circle about three meters in diameter.

Like a giant plate stuck in the grass.

The outside of the dish was smeared with gray cement.

Shen Yun was very clear that this super-sized concrete disc was actually a 30-centimeter thick sheet of anti-nuclear steel.

As soon as she stepped before the plate, a slight tremor ran through her feet, accompanied by a low, humming sound.

The plate rose slowly, like a UFO about to take off, accompanied by a humming sound.

It rose to a height of two meters before emitting a soft click and halting its ascent.

The buzzing continued.

Suddenly, a seam slowly split open on what looked like a cylindrical platter.

This is an elevator.

It takes about half a minute to reach room number seven by taking this elevator.

Based on the speed of an elevator descent, Room 7 is approximately ***thirty meters*** below ground.

At this depth, theoretically, it would not be enough to withstand a nuclear attack.

But people don't know that, beneath the seemingly ordinary grass around the giant turntable, there are 30 centimeters thick steel plates covered with a layer of soil.

The underground chambers of the Canglong Mountain Villa were even more fortified than Umbrella Corporation's subterranean testing facilities in the sci-fi film "Resident Evil".

With a soft click, the elevator came to a halt.

Li Ming walked out of the elevator first, and Shan again raised his hand beside him, gesturing an invitation.

Shen Yun walked out of the elevator with a blank expression, his heart ashen. He walked slowly into the narrow corridor.

However, the corridor, which is only two meters wide, is only fifteen meters long.

Besides the elevator, there was only one door in the corridor.

This door is at the end of the corridor to the right after you exit the elevator.

A door made of the same thick steel plate.

A doorknob resembles a ship's rudder.

A place as tall as a person, and there was a screen the size of a cigarette pack, with red numbers flickering slowly.

These flickering numbers represent the temperature, humidity, noise level, and oxygen index behind the door.

Li Ming quickened his pace toward the iron gate, his right hand already on the grip of his pistol at his waist.

In fact, he had never gone into Room Number Seven.

Shen Yun was also not there.

The only one qualified to enter was Shen Mingqing.

Every year on the third day of the third lunar month, Shen Mingqing would come to Room 7 of Canglong Mountain Villa and stay there for several hours.

Li Ming had never gone in, and he didn't even know what was inside. So why was he so nervous

I don't know.

He didn't even know it himself.

He only knew that ever since he was qualified to accompany the head of the Shen family to the door of Room 7, there would be an indescribable fear rising from his heart.

It was as if a man-eating dragon lurked behind the iron gate.

Otherwise, he wouldn't always hear hallucinations whenever he comes at this time.

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