The night was as dark as thick ink, all around pitch black, not even able to see one's own fingers.
In a cramped, small room.
Above the rafters hung two chains, and under the dim candlelight in the room, one could still see the spotty bloodstains on them.
At this moment, Yan Lingzhen's hands were powerlessly suspended by the chains, her coarse cloth clothes soaked with blood, her head drooping down, having been motionless for a long while.
"She really is a stubborn one!" Officer Li's right hand was wrapped with cloth, oozing with blood, just bitten by Yan Lingzhen during her struggle.
They had been attacking this girl for almost an hour now.
But she, like a madwoman, asked for no mercy and only laughed, her eyes brimming with maliciousness that chilled those who saw her.
"If you beat her further, she'll die," said the person next to him, wiping the sweat off his forehead and placing the whip stained with bloody foam on the table.
