In the dim dungeon,
Xiao Hongshen gazed at the small window above his head, his pale face breaking into a slight smile.
The string of red rising in the sky made the smile at the corners of his mouth grow larger.
Yan Wanqing… Xiao Pingfeng, the two of you combined have eight hundred cunning tricks, who in the world doesn't know?
Did you really think of me, Xiao Hongshen, as nothing more than a sack for storing wine and rice?
The traces left by the Divine Church of Light were merely a ruse deliberately set to capture your attention.
If that weren't the case, how could I have left tonight?
Screams as expected rose outside the dungeon.
Xiao Hongshen listened enraptured, even clapping along.
The sounds that life makes in its final moments are truly marvelous.
Scream, scream… scream even louder.
All the humiliations he suffered in Xiliang City needed to be thoroughly cleansed with fresh blood.
After what felt like an eternity, the noise finally ceased.
