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Dilapidated lamps hung half-hung on the damp and mottled stone walls, and the candles flickered and flickered, making the occasional popping sound. Even though the light is dim, it unexpectedly makes people see the shimmering spider silk in the corner of the wall. There seemed to be a faint sound of dripping water in the distance, but it was very long, and the deeper the corridor, the darker it became.

Aqi tightened the tattered clothes on his body again, stood in the middle of the passage and shivered, groped for a while with the things in his arms, calmed down, and walked deeper. The footsteps were very abrupt and monotonous in such an environment, and Azzi pursed her lips, looking very worried.

He was still a half-grown child, about eight or nine years old, and his yellow hair had probably not been taken care of for a long time, and it was unkempt on his head, dry like a ball of straw.

At the end of the corridor is a prison.

Archie grabbed the bars and struggled to look in with his eyes wide open, faintly hearing faint breathing, and finally breathed a sigh of relief. He reached out and touched it in his arms, pulled out a shriveled cloth bag, and passed it through the railing.

"I've got something to eat for you, eat some of it!"

The dark shadow in the prison moved, and slowly crawled out.

Azzi held her breath as she watched the man approach the cloth bag. It was the first time he had seen such a scene that he couldn't remember, but each time it was the same shocking to him.

The black-haired and black-eyed young man, although his clothes are ragged, his body is still clean. The hair was already a little long, falling off the shoulders, and it was difficult to see the face with the head down, revealing only the pursed lips and the perfectly defined jaw. If you were outside, it must be a very popular man, Aqi thought in a trance, and then saw the four slender chains that pierced through this "popular man" again. The chains weren't smooth, they were probably custom-made, with dense barbed hooks on the surface, and stained with the man's dried dark red blood, chilling.

These chains are of a strange material, somewhere between jade and wood, with occasional glimmers of light in the darkness.

Two of them passed through the Achilles tendon of his ankle, making him unable to walk completely due to the pain, and the other two pierced the lute bone so hard that it grabbed the man's upper body.

As he crawled slowly towards the cloth bag, the chains made a sound of squeezing, and with each step forward, the place where it met with the flesh was pulled, causing the scabbed wound to crack open and turn out, and the red blood gushed out again, falling drip by drop along the chain on the cold ground. The small sound of blood falling into the dust was mixed with heavy breathing.

The murky air began to smell of rusty blood.

How could he hold back a scream without uttering a single scream? Azzi quickly looked away, took a step back uncomfortably, shook his trembling fingers, and thought to himself.

When I first saw this man, he was dying, and he didn't eat anything, and those empty and gray eyes made me feel hopeless for him just by looking at them. Since when did he start eating again? Even if he had to endure this pain even if he moved, he would still crawl over and eat all the food without wasting anything.

Azzi watched as the man chewed slowly, occasionally pausing to catch his breath and rest.

When he seriously put half a piece of coarse steamed bun into his stomach, Ah Qi picked up the empty cloth bag and stuffed it into his arms, and hesitated for a while before he said in a low voice: "I may not be able to come recently, the guards outside have become stricter during this time, I heard that Master Wei may be coming over again......" Without waiting for him to answer, he didn't dare to look at his expression, so he hurriedly turned around and walked out.

Before leaving, the man was heard replying in a low voice in the dark, "Thank you." ”