The islanders familiar with them, either out of envy or curiosity, surrounded them to inquire about the details of their training.
Thus, the crackling of firewood, the sizzling of grease, the chatter of friends, the laughter of children, even the arguments over chess, and the sounds of card games all combined to create a bustling scene in the area around the Execution Square.
Behind the towering gallows, there were only two dimly lit torches standing.
The flickering torchlight was swallowed by the night, only illuminating a range of a meter or two around them.
The gallows once had hanged people, and due to the fear of the instruments of execution, almost none of the islanders paid attention to this place below the platform.
At this moment, Chen Zhou's towering figure was hidden in this unnoticed shadow, quietly observing the festive scene of the people below.
