"Beast!"
Su Yu looked at the scene ahead and could barely suppress the fury in her heart.
At the very end of that dark passage was a huge room.
Inside, all kinds of special instruments of torture were set out.
On those implements, each sat or lay a man.
Their ages varied, but the one thing they all had in common was an exceptionally handsome, pleasing appearance.
Each of them had his own distinct temperament, but right now, these beautiful men of differing auras were all covered in traces of torment, hanging or kneeling, their faces ashen and on the verge of death.
A few of them had already completely lost all breath of life.
"Hurry… hurry and go…"
One man, hearing movement, forced himself to lift his head and saw Luo Qingtong and Su Yu; with great effort he weakly shook the shackles on his hands twice and called out to them in a feeble voice.
"My lady!"
Su Yu's eyes were bloodshot.
She looked at these men—some of them she had even seen before in Fenghua City.
