Gao Li opened her eyes amid terror and blood. The darkness kept her from making out her surroundings at first, but the stench of blood hit her full in the face.
She tried to scream, only to discover that a filthy rag had been stuffed into her mouth. She struggled desperately, but the hemp ropes wound around her wrists and ankles held her fast.
As her vision gradually cleared through her panic, she finally saw exactly where—and from whom—that overwhelming smell came.
This was a dark, horrifying void, assailing her eyes and even her soul in a form far beyond anything she could comprehend.
Gao Li was like an alien presence, brought into a mysterious place she could not understand.
There were five other such outsiders besides her, and they were the source of the bloody stench.
Five corpses, long since cold and stiff, had been stacked into a human wall directly before her, with no regard for the feelings of the only person still alive.
Cold human blood continued to seep down that wall, passing from one body to the next before pooling on the face of the bottommost corpse, whose eyes had been plucked out.
Awakening in this death-steeped hell, Gao Li had lost even the luxury of fainting. She stared blankly at those familiar companions.
Apart from the corpse at the bottom, who had died with a blood-engorged face and missing eyes, the four above had all had their throats cleanly slit and bled to death.
Gao Li's own blood began to run cold. She believed she was already in hell. Surely actual death could not be this chilling and horrifying.
From that moment on, she began to regret coming to this city and joining this tour group.
But... when had she signed up for the tour?