Chapter 58 (1/2)

Chapter 58 – Forbidden Love (4)

“Where are you taking me?” Ning Xuemo refused to budge.

Tu Yidao smiled, exposing his white teeth. “Of course to where you should be. You killed the daughter of Grand Marshal Hu. Don’t tell me you had expected to stay in a luxurious room?”

“I didn’t kill her. Her death had nothing to do with me!”

“Little miss, you won’t be saying the same thing very soon. Take her to the torture chamber!” Tu Yidao’s expression sank as he forcefully ordered with a stern voice.

Ning Xuemo was brought down with a slightly heavy heart.

These people didn’t even want to lock her up and investigate first before using torture?! They were clearly planning to put her through hell in order to get her to sign a confession for a deed she didn’t commit!

Just who plotted this wicked scheme to harm her?

Currently, she was still wounded. Her fighting ability had not recovered yet. Her movements were still stiff, and her wrists and ankles were still shackled. She was surrounded by sixteen strong large jailers. Seeing their eyes emitting a mirror-like radiance, Ning Xuemo knew that their cultivations were not low. To use her current ability to break out was only a pipe dream.

She steeled her heart and followed them deeper into the prison.

As she walked on the pathway paved with limestones, she saw numerous potholes, causing the floor to be uneven. Under the lamplight, these potholes were actually filled with glistening puddles of crimson blood.

The further they went, the thicker the stench of blood became and the harder it was to breathe. On either side of the passage, there were rows of cells occupied by prisoners. Those people were scrambling around randomly, holding onto the iron bars of their cells or just lying down on the filthy stone floor… Although their attitudes differed from one another, there was one common point: they all received the cruelest punishments and tortures. Every one of them were all skin and bones with dishevelled hair and tattered clothing. They looked more like withered corpses than human beings, presenting a gruesome sight. Their bodies trembled and their throats emitted indistinct unintelligible growling sounds. The sounds were rather faint, but the sheer number of them making the same noise caused amplification to occur, making it sound like the wailings of the dead. Anyone who heard these noises would have formed goosebumps.

“Little girl, have you seen enough? These are the people who stubbornly refuse to confess and now they are in this miserable state.” Tu Yidao’s voice was hoarse, reminding one of a hissing poisonous snake. It sounded particularly sinister as he spoke while being surrounded by such a sight in this eerie corridor.