Gazing at the few people imprisoned in the dungeon, Wenxiu Lord carefully scrutinized them, struggling to tell their genders apart by the length of their hair alone, while a raging fury burned in his heart.
Several adults were locked in such a cramped space, with no food and nowhere to use the restroom. They were so filthy that only the most gruesome wounds were visible, while smaller injuries could not even be distinguished. Their clothes, soaked with blood and dried, mixed with dirt until they were as hard as stone slabs, providing not the slightest bit of warmth. In this bitter winter, they were like animals awaiting slaughter, huddled together and relying on each other for body heat.
Hearing the sound of someone entering, a few who still retained a shred of sanity shrank back and squeezed toward the rear of the crowd. Others had already become living corpses, incapable of receiving any outside information, and simply stood there in a daze, letting themselves be pushed to the outer edges of the crowd.
Chapter 429