After walking several dozen meters to the end, there was a wooden ladder leading down—that was the second level of the dungeon.
Compared to the first level, the environment in the dungeon was considerably worse.
The air was stagnant, the lighting poor, relying only on scattered oil lamps for illumination.
Each cell was nearly sealed off with a massive amount of bricks, equipped only with a half-person-high iron door and several fist-sized holes for ventilation.
A sound echoed through the second level as someone entered, causing the cells to erupt in noise.
"Damn inspector, let me out!"
"If I ever get out alive, I'll kill you and your whole family!"
"I'm innocent, I'm innocent! Please, master, let me out!"
"Shut up! Make them quiet!" the prison chief roared.
After his orders were given, a prison guard grabbed a bunch of dried mugwort, lighting it next to the ventilation holes.
