"Clang——"
In the pitch black where you couldn't see your hand in front of you, the sound of chains clinking suddenly echoed.
Seated on the stone bed, Anvo was delighted in his heart and was about to stand up, but then he suddenly thought of something, and became apprehensive.
This was the dungeon of Tiandu.
It was said that those who came here would either die or shed a layer of skin, and none of those carried out would be complete corpses.
Especially those torture instruments hanging on the wall, although not tied to his body, had frightened Anvo quite a bit.
Ever since the gunshot, General Absek had thrown him in here and then there had been no movement, he hadn't even come to see him once.
Even though his "adviser" Yishel had thumped his chest, assuring him that nothing would happen, Anvo was still anxious, worrying that General Absek would kill him to silence him.
And just then, the slow footsteps finally reached the door of the cell.
