Though Nameless had only cut a hole through the middle of the bull's leg, walking through it felt like passing through a tunnel.
The passage was pitch-black. Blood dripped from above now and then, and the rank smell of cattle grew stronger with every step, wrapping itself so tightly around him that he had no doubt it would cling to him even after he got out.
The ground grew damp with blood. The steady drip, drip, drip sounded increasingly eerie.
Nameless walked on, watching the flesh around him slowly writhe. The leg was not completely dead.
"Mr. Tianxing, what do you make of this?" Nameless asked, dodging a drop of blood from above and looking at the blood on the ground.
Tianxing Mingyue knew what he meant. "It's strange. The surface has been corrupted, but the flesh inside hasn't been corrupted at all. And this leg... I have no memory of it."
He had been to the second floor. Even if he did not know every prisoner's background, there was no way he had never seen one of them at all.
Yet he had no memory of this enormous bull's leg. That was strange indeed.
"So it might be a new arrival?" Nameless asked as he walked.
"I wouldn't rule it out," Tianxing Mingyue said.
Nameless narrowed his eyes at the screen and addressed his viewers. "Looks like quite a few people don't want me repairing the Eternal Silence Prison Tower. Does anyone know where this bull's leg came from? Even the smallest clue would help."
If the leg was merely Ripper King's handiwork, there was no need to read too much into it.
But once it had been cut open, the inside was far too clean.
Something was very wrong.
Nameless suspected the leg was a new arrival, and