In the dark dungeon, only a few oil lamps hung on the walls on both sides, swaying in the slight breeze, with shadows everywhere.
Chu Heng strode in. In the Punishment Chamber, a middle-aged man sat under torture devices, his entire body stained with blood. He had already been tortured, blood flowing everywhere, his head soaked with cold sweat, lips pallid.
Hearing a sound, the man instinctively lifted his head, struggled to open his eyes, and upon recognizing the newcomer, his pupils contracted in shock, followed by trembling, as he muttered in the unintelligible language of the Southern Border.
Xiao Tianhao turned around to look at Chu Heng who was approaching, and said, "This one is a tough nut to crack, but mainly it's the language barrier that's troublesome. We can't tell if he's doing it on purpose, deliberately saying ambiguous things, preventing us from grasping specific evidence."
