The sixth of the eight

In the dimly lit cell, the sound of water stirring up a chill in the pores. The frost wind shone in through the narrow iron windows, shaking the torches on the walls.

In the extreme silence, dull and sporadic footsteps could occasionally be heard overhead, and the outside light seeping through the cracks in the wooden planks, the dust leaking through the sunlight, and the creaking sound.

Li Xian moved slightly, and there was a heart-piercing pain in his wrist. The iron locks were tied very strongly

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