Myriad Crow Separation Fire Scarf

Jiang Hanyan followed Duan Rong to the depths of the dungeon.

After days of interrogation, the dungeon was thick with the stench of blood. From the darkness came intermittent groans, some miserable, some feeble...

Duan Rong led Jiang Hanyan into a cell.

The depths of the cell were quite dark. Only a lantern hung by the door. Inside stood a brazier containing red-hot branding irons. By the faint firelight, Jiang Hanyan vaguely made out three people bound to wooden racks, along with all manner of torture implements.

Jiang Hanyan's eyes flickered. She did not know why Duan Rong had brought her here, but since he had led her into this cell, it must have something to do with these three people. With that thought, she looked at Duan Rong and asked, "Brother Duan, who are these three?"

Duan Rong did not answer. Instead, he took down the lantern hanging outside the cell. Carrying it, he slowly walked to the person in the middle, standing in the shadows at the back of the cell. He held the lantern beside the man's face and said, "Senior Sister Jiang, take a careful look. Do you recognize this man?"

Though the lantern's glow was dim, they were close enough now for it to illuminate an aged face. The man had been in darkness for some time and had grown accustomed to it. When the light suddenly drew near, he squinted against the sting.

The instant Jiang Hanyan saw that face, her expression changed sharply.

Her gaze swept over the birthmark beneath his right eye, then over the broad shape of his face.

It was as though an electric current ran through Jiang Hanyan's body. She went numb all over, her lips trembling as she said in a shaking voice, "It's... Meng Zongqiu..."

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