Inside a dilapidated tent, a large black iron cage was used specifically for holding prisoners or soldiers who had violated military law. Having recently housed occupants, the environment was filthy and foul-smelling, with excrement scattered everywhere.
Zhu Zifeng huddled in a corner against the bars, retching incessantly. She had never stayed in such a disgusting, squalid place; she hadn't even stepped foot in one before. Now, suddenly a prisoner, she was enduring a time she would never be able to forget for the rest of her life.
When Shu He and the others entered, Zhu Zifeng was already deathly pale from vomiting. The already pungent air was now infused with a sour odor that assaulted the senses, turning stomachs instantly. Zhang Zhirou turned around and exited the moment she stepped inside to heave; Nan Qi also felt like vomiting but managed to restrain himself. The others simply frowned as they surveyed the scene within.
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