Trigly and Marion had been living in fear.
They had no idea what they were about to face, but it would clearly be something wicked.
Just then, Chen Zhao walked in and pointed at Marion. "Bring out the more injured one."
"What are you doing? Where are you bringing me?!"
Underlings could not understand human language. Of course, even if they could, they would still obey Chen Zhao's instruction.
Underlings were pretty rough creatures. Pulling and dragging, a few of them brought Marion out of the cell.
On the other hand, Trigly hid in a corner and shivered in horror, not even daring to look at Chen Zhao.
Soon, Marion's limbs were fixed tightly in place. Chen Zhao held his own chin with one hand.
Looking at Chen Zhao's evil face, Marion could not stop shuddering.
He screamed even louder...
In fact, Chen Zhao had yet to do anything. He tried to cast Needle-Thread Guidance.