It was dark, cold, and silent.
It was a hot summer day with scorching sun above the ground but the world underneath it was totally different.
Jing Yichen woke up, and felt a bit dizzy when he saw where he was.
It was a large cellar without any sunlight. He could hardly make out the surroundings in the faint light which was there in the room. There were bodies lying around him, and all of them were missing a limb. Scattered fingers, ears, eyeballs, arms and legs were everywhere.
He was also covered in blood, and his white shirt had turned deep red. It carried a strong scent of blood.
He seemed to be in a living hell, where instead of death, endless torment awaited him.
Jing Yichen could not help but start puking.
It took him back to eleven years earlier, except that beside him was not Tang Yun, but a seriously injured Tiger.
