"Douluo: Meme-Making Lottery System ()"
"Your Majesty!"
When the soldiers guarding the Imperial Dungeon saw Dai Weisi, they snapped their legs together and gave him a military salute.
Dai Weisi walked past the soldiers, his face expressionless and his body reeking of alcohol. Someone had already opened the dungeon gates for him.
The long, gloomy passage wound downward. A layer of pebbles covered the floor to prevent anyone from slipping on the damp, slick ground. Torch stands lined both sides, their whale-oil lamps flickering with dim, uncertain light. Dai Weisi's shadow stretched across the walls, twisting and distorting like a phantom.
"Tap, tap, tap. Tap, tap, tap..."
Footsteps echoed through the passage.
Dai Weisi stepped onto the floor below and looked ahead. One side was lined with pigeonhole-like cells, cramped, dark, and damp.
The moment Dai Weisi appeared, he drew the attention of many prisoners in the cells of varying sizes. Pairs of eyes, hateful, indifferent, or cold, watched icily as he walked past.
Dai Weisi paid no attention whatsoever to the gazes around him. These people had all supported his younger brother, Dai Mubai. He had no interest in bothering with these losers.
Dai Weisi suddenly stopped before one cell. Through the reinforced iron bars, he looked at the woman in black sitting in the corner and spoke in an especially chilling voice:
"Zhu Zhuqing, you're lucky to be alive. Someone has come to save you."
At those words, Zhu Zhuqing abruptly turned around.
The firelight reached into the cell and fell upon Zhu Zhuqing, revealing a sallow, haggard face. Red rings rimmed her eyes; she had clearly been crying not long ago, and traces of swelling remained. Her long hair had gone untended for ages and gathered plenty of dust. Untied, it hung carelessly over her shoulders.
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