With the blood red curtain not covering the wall, the other two who were curious and clueless about what was hidden behind that curtain was rooted in their place.
From both ends of the wall, several tools were attached to the wall. It filled it and loomed over them like it was going to swallow and promise pain to whoever sees it.
Qu Xing Xu thoughtfully glanced at the tools before him after letting go of the chain that held the curtains in place. Like he was picking the finest silk one could find in the central market, Qu Xing Xu's eyes flickered on the torture items hanging on the wall one by one.
"No… Not this one either." He muttered when his eyes landed on some items. "This one is a little too soft."
Whenever Qu Xing Xu stopped before a scary-looking torture tool, Yu Fangzhu would clamp his mouth shut and tremble in fear and anger.
