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"": "Before long, Mo Qian made his way through the passage, which stretched over a dozen meters, and crawled into the Underground Room at the bottom.
He immediately spotted the iron rings on the rock wall and the broken chains hanging from them.
Rat feet, insect legs, snakeskins, and even scorpion tails littered the floor...
A little diagonally ahead of the rock, water dripped steadily from a spot in the ceiling.
It had collected in a small puddle on the ground.
The conditions could hardly have been harsher.
At first glance, anyone here could only survive by eating snakes, insects, rats, and ants, and drinking the dirty water seeping through the mountain.
Yet Mo Qian narrowed his eyes and walked up to the rock wall.
He crouched and picked up a chain from the ground. It was old and covered in rust.
After another glance around, Mo Qian's expression changed.
His heart pounded wildly, and he sprang to his feet.
There seemed to be nothing wrong here!
But was there really nothing wrong?
If someone had been trapped here for years, surely there would be waste, no matter what. Eating little meant fewer bowel movements, but there was enough water here. There would definitely be plenty of urine.
Either someone had diligently cleaned the place, or all that filth would have made it reek!
The Underground Room was too clean!
And that was only the first point!
The second was the chain.
The chain looked mottled with rust. That was precisely the problem.
Yes, chains rusted with prolonged use, but wherever a chain restrained someone, constant friction would not only prevent rust, it would polish the surface until it shone with a glazed sheen.
Mo Qian knew all this from experience. He had imprisoned plenty of