"Not enough!"
"How much is enough?"
"Give me another thousand heads!"
"Impossible!"
Inside, the people stood like mud sculptures and wooden carvings, listening intently, their hearts beating with fear. They silently prayed to all the gods and ancestors. In that moment, they worshipped them all.
"General Zhao, you know I do this for the peace of the Southeast, I'm not just a butcher!"
"I understand... but, Vice Chief Officer An and I have already discussed it, letting this group go mining and do labor is a form of redemption."
"Hehe... General Zhao: with these guys, do you really think they'll work honestly? Don't hold onto illusions, just let me kill them cleanly with one cut!"
"Sending them to the Southeast Ghosts, Ghost Mine, to mine Netherworld Iron, isn't that heavy enough?"
"Not enough!"
A collective cry of desperation erupted from the prison: "We are willing to go mining! We are willing to go mining! We want to contribute! We want to redeem ourselves!..."
Outside.
