In the dark dungeon, there were rows of iron cages. Each cage contained two to three people. All of them had dull eyes and were naked. They looked like soulless puppets.
The surroundings were cold and damp. Only the occasional squeaking of rats could be heard.
A man looked at the rat that ran past him and quickly grabbed it.
He broke the rat's neck with brute force. When he saw blood flowing out, he quickly opened his mouth and drank the blood.
He sucked the blood dry in a few mouthfuls and stuffed it into his mouth without even peeling the rat skin.
When the others saw this, they gulped and revealed envious expressions.
"That Lin kid escaped again?" A deep voice came from afar.
When the people in the iron cage heard this voice, they all returned to their empty states, either lying down or sitting still.
"Yes, it's my fault."