At the end of the passage was a door.
A bright light was coming from this door.
Feng Ruqing placed her hand on the door and gently pushed open the door.
The moment she saw the scene inside the door, her body suddenly froze, and she felt her goosebumps rose.
There were many ice-coffins behind the door, and in each ice-coffin laid a girl.
These girls seemed to be in a deep sleep but had already died; perhaps they had been frozen inside for a long time, even their faces were as pale as paper.
Their bodies were full of wounds, the blood frozen in their veins, but Feng Ruqing could still see what kind of torture they had faced before they died.
Feng Ruqing felt a sense of pain in her chest as if her heart was being squeezed, and her breathing grew heavy.
She slowly walked toward the ice coffins and caressed the coffins gently.
But her hand could not stop trembling...
