The surface of the hemp rope was stained with blood, emitting a nauseating odor, and its coarse fibers cut directly into the flesh.
His feet were also bound with the same hemp rope, fixed at the base of a wooden post.
Xu Hao tried to twist his wrists.
But the hemp rope was tied extremely tightly; the knot was a dead knot specifically used for binding livestock, the more he struggled, the deeper it cut in.
The rough bark rubbed against his bare back, causing the wounds from earlier claw attacks to tear open again, seeping warm blood down his spine.
He gasped through gritted teeth, halting his futile struggles.
He then turned his neck, surveying his surroundings.
This was the open space in the center of the ancestral hall.
The large dark well was less than ten meters directly in front of him.
He had no idea how long he had been tied here after being knocked out.
On his left side, stood another wooden post.
A skinny village guard was bound to this post.
