A faint light from the heavens cast through the window, obstructed by iron bars, forming small grid patterns on the ground.
By mid-June, with the arrival of Bing Fire, the weather gradually became hot and dry.
The flesh and blood stored in the dungeon over the winter began to rot and emit a foul stench.
This stench, mixed with the sourness of various bodily fluids fermenting, continually assaulted the nostrils, making one dizzy.
His hair was matted together in clumps. The ragged and tattered herdsman Ci Ren was shoved into the dungeon, dragging heavy chains, barely able to breathe through his nose and mouth.
His mind was dazed and confused, swaying involuntarily left and right in terror.
Nailed to the stone wall on the left was a black human figure, with intact limbs, but the entire chest and abdomen were hollow.
Look carefully.
