The long torture made her feel like she was dying. When they finally untied her and threw her here, she felt like her mind was moving away from her shell.

The last sound she clearly poured into her eardrums was a verdict. The sound after that seemed to distort into a faint buzzing sound, like the rattling of mosquitoes.

In a trance, she seemed to see the waterwheel in the countryside, spinning like a nerve cell in her brain.

After that, she couldn't hear anything. But she could still see the scene in front of her for a while, and it was terrifyingly exaggerated!

She saw Mei Renhou's lips, white flowers, whiter than paper, and almost grotesquely thin; With such thin lips, the words that came out were unchangeable, and she didn't care about her torture at all.

She saw the death sentence gurgling out of her lips. She saw two lips squirm and squirm together, spitting out deadly words.

She trembled, for she could not hear a sound when her lips moved.

Although she was so frightened that she was unconscious, she could still see the black shadows that wrapped around the walls quietly fluctuate, so slight that it was difficult to detect.

Then her gaze fell on the bones around her. In the blink of an eye, she immediately felt extremely uncomfortable, trembling all over, as if all of them were fierce ghosts with flames above their heads.

Suddenly, the only candle flame was completely extinguished, and it was immediately pitch black, and there was nothing left. All the senses escaped, but there was only one thought, which was to fall rapidly, as if the soul had been beaten into the underworld.

There was silence all around. Everything is frozen, and darkness reigns supreme.

Time stood still, and there was no sound around. She passed out, but she couldn't say she was unconscious. When we wake up from a deep sleep, it's like a dream that has broken a thin wire net. But in the blink of an eye, we don't remember that we had a dream.

I don't know how long it took, but she had a sense of voice and movement in her soul again, and her heart was in a hurry, and there was a beating sound in her ears. Then, there is a moment of stillness, and the brain goes blank. Then, there were sounds, movements, and touches, and a tingling sensation spread throughout the body. And then there is no thought in the consciousness, only the knowledge that exists.

This state of affairs went on for a long time. Then, all of a sudden, the mind was revived, the heartstrings trembled and the fear returned, and an effort to understand one's true situation came.

After that, there is a strong desire to fall into the state of unconsciousness. The spirit is fully awakened. Hands and feet can be moved. And then there are a lot of memories, killings, deaths, fainting; After that, there is everything that has been forgotten, everything that has been vaguely recalled after some days and painstaking efforts.

She reached out and touched something particularly damp and hard, and she put her hand on it for several minutes, wondering where she was and who she was.

She wanted to open her eyes and take a look, but she didn't dare. She was terrified of what she would see at first glance, not because she was afraid to see something terrible, but because she was afraid that when she opened her eyes, she would not see anything.

She grew more and more frightened.

Finally, in despair, she opened her eyes suddenly. As expected, it sucks. The night was long, darkness enveloped her, and she breathed desperately.

The infinite darkness oppressed her and suffocated her. The air was stuffy and uncomfortable.

Still lying still, she began to use her sanity as best she could. She recalled the moment of capture, trying to deduce from that point the reality of the situation.

To her, it seemed like a long, long time ago. Moments later, however, she presumed she was dead.

Suddenly, a terrible thought flashed through me. Immediately, her blood rushed and her heartbeat intensified.

For a moment, she lost consciousness again. As soon as she woke up, she jumped up and trembled and spasmed.

She stretched out her hands and touched them up and down, left and right in all directions, but she didn't touch anything. But she still didn't dare to move an inch, for fear that the tomb wall would block her way.

Every pore of her body was sweating, and her forehead was covered with beads of sweat the size of beans, cold and cold.

She was anxious, in pain, and finally she couldn't bear it anymore, so she cautiously moved forward. Her hands were straight forward. Thinking about catching the faint light, her eyes widened again.

She took a few steps, still dark and void.

Her breathing was quicker. Obviously, fate was so bad, she stayed in the most terrible tomb of the living dead.