The dark dungeon echoed with screams, full of musty and bloody smell. When Wang Zixuan opened his eyes, he saw an empty prison.
The room was surrounded by rusty walls, no doors or windows, and the walls were lined with all kinds of instruments of torture. In the hot stove at the foot, the soldering iron had burned red.
Before his eyes were clear, Wang Zixuan felt sharp pain on his body, especially behind his back.
Wang Zixuan instinctively writhed and struggled, but could not do it. Only then did he find two heavy iron balls hanging under his feet, and the cold sound of the collision of iron chains also reminded him that he was being hung now