"Rest assured. As long as you help me find her, I will not kill you," Song Wen transmitted.
"Truly?" Wu Luan's eyes were filled with suspicion.
Song Wen said, "Killing you would surely alert Wu Bo and Wu Shandie. I am no match for those two. Besides, your Wu Clan must have trapping formations and killing formations within. Once they are activated, even if I had wings, I could not escape."
Perhaps finding Song Wen's words reasonable, the terror on Wu Luan's face eased somewhat.
"I remember the soul that Senior is seeking. Please follow me."
After speaking, Wu Luan headed toward a passage in the western stone wall.
Song Wen and Ke Zheng promptly followed.
The passage was dark and gloomy. Each stone door along the cells on either side had a fist-sized window through which the scenes within could be seen.
Not every cell held someone; some stood empty.
Yet wherever there was a prisoner, the sight was too ghastly to bear.
Some were covered in festering wounds, their collarbones pierced by iron hooks as they hung in midair; some had had their eyes gouged out, with maggots crawling through their hollow sockets; some had been turned into 'human swine,' curled up in corners.
In some cells, members of the Wu Clan were still tormenting these prisoners.
"Ah..."
"Please... kill me."
All manner of screams and pleas mingled together.
But the only response they received was the savage laughter of the Wu Clan members.
"Want to die? It won't be that easy. Once you enter Cold Prison, you will definitely live longer than you did outside. Hahaha..."
As they went deeper, a shadow gradually settled over Song Wen's heart.
Even these low-level prisoners suffered such cruel torture. Lan Chen had offended Wu Bo—what kind of torment would she