In fact, I've been struggling with whether to tell this story or not.

Because of the blood and horror in it, just thinking about it will make people shudder, if you don't want to have nightmares at night, skip this paragraph, and if you feel that your mental quality is strong enough, please read on.

I was carrying a bucket containing Zhou Yan's flesh and blood.

A person who was alive just now has become like this, a bucket of blood.

The monkey took me and planned to feed Zhou Yan's meat puree to the dogs.

He opened a door, which led to the underground, but he didn't expect that there was a way down in the dungeon.

The monkey led me into the depths, and he said that whatever he saw, let me not make a sound.

Otherwise, he'd be happy to have me in the dungeon.

I felt a little strange in my heart and didn't understand why the monkey reminded me.

Shouldn't he have let me break those rules and confess to the depths of the street?

But I couldn't think about it at all, so I could only follow the monkey.

We walked downstairs, and when we got below, I really got to see the bloodiest side of the street.

In this place, there are many torture instruments, which are stained with all kinds of blood.

What impressed me the most was a round box made of spikes.

The box had a very long spike on it, and the spike was stained with dripping blood.

As I stared at the spikes, a man wearing a pig's head mask walked out.

Noticing that I was observing the spikes, he snorted coldly and beckoned behind him.

Then two pig-headed men walked out of it with a woman on their back.

The woman was unkempt, covered in blood, covered in cigarette butts and scars, and looked like she had just been tortured.

But they didn't seem to be satisfied, and took the woman and forcibly sent her to the spike.

Hearing only a heart-rending scream, the woman sat on the spike, and blood suddenly flowed from her legs, while several pig-headed men laughed.

The woman sitting on the spike passed out, and the monkey urged me to keep going.

I asked the monkey what the hell this place was.

The monkey lazily explained that in addition to the attic, there is also a basement in the style street.

Here is the complete opposite of the attic, where women are sent to the basement if they make a mistake or are not liked by dignitaries.

And this basement also happens to be the favorite place for nobles.

Because here, you can experience the thrill that you can't experience outside.

These women are like ants, at the mercy of the nobles.

Listening to the monkey's introduction, I finally realized that the original group of self-righteous attic women actually ended up miserable, but they didn't know it.

If they knew there was a basement waiting for them, they didn't know what they would think.

Soon we came to a dog room where several large dogs were kept, with white spit coming out of their mouths and seeming to salivate over the meat in our buckets.

But a couple of pig-headed men came before us, and they pushed the woman who had just sat on the spike, and the woman was still unconscious, and they didn't pay any attention to me and the monkey.

Because we were in their way, one of the pig's heads pushed us straight away and then pushed the woman who was standing there.

When the dogs saw the bleeding woman being thrown over, they immediately rushed forward like crazy.

I saw women being torn apart like steamed buns.

A few pig-headed men burst out laughing.