The dark dungeon was empty, except for the sound of heavy breathing in a secret room in the deepest part.
The cold iron passed through the lute's bones and locked a person to the wall. The string of iron hoops made the person unable to move, and blood dripped with blood. However, this kind of injury could not kill the monk for a while.
Ji Hong felt that every time he took a breath, his lungs were in severe pain, affecting various injuries.
He was defeated too quickly and caught off guard.
Whenever the poison attacks, my heart aches even more. When I am struggling to survive, I can barely figure out where I went wrong.
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