135 Craftsmanship

Inside the dark cold prison, Soran saw bloodstains everywhere. It seemed like the guards had already tried many methods.

At the side were burning charcoal, searing iron, whip, knife and so on. The young man in front of him was gruesome. He had dozens of whip marks on his body and looked bloody. There were burned scars on his chest and the side of his face. There was a slave mark on his forehead, and his fingernails were pulled out one by one. The bloody scene made the two girls behind the middle-aged woman feel disgusted and almost vomit, but they managed to hold back.

"You!... You're a bunch of...I curse you all…"

The young man's speech was somewhat blurred, maybe because the bleeding had consumed too much energy. His eyes, however, were still vicious and his expression was still ferocious.