The prison held many people, including men and women, young and old. These captives were in a pitiful state, their tendons severed, many with eyes gouged out and tongues cut off, merely breathing weakly and occasionally emitting a few wails in the dark, sunless dungeon, showing only the numbness of the walking dead.
Anyone else who saw them might have thought these were just corpses of the dead.
Just then, more wails echoed from the depths.
"Ahhhh--- it hurts, it hurts so much, someone kill me, kill me..."
Following these hopeless cries, Su Mu saw rows of coffin-like wooden boxes stacked in the dark. As the three of them approached, the sight before them was shocking.
Each wooden box contained a person with severed limbs. Their stomachs were sliced open, and from the scars, it seemed as if spherical objects had been forcibly inserted for a long time.
