Dungeon.
Dim and dark, gloomy and ominous.
The bronze beast heads glared with a flickering light, and from time to time, the screams that echoed as if one had stepped from the mortal realm into the netherworld.
Since the day the Inspectorate was established, it had not renovated its facade nor constructed a main hall—it had first dug a huge dungeon, big enough to detain hundreds of people.
It was not yet finished, as laborers were still digging.
According to what Governor Zhou had said, with so many corrupt officials and dirty bureaucrats in Daqing, there would never be an end to the arrests!
"Hurry up."
"Get in there!"
Shouts came from the entrance of the dungeon, as the guards kicked and shoved a series of scholars into the dungeon.
Most scholars were from rich or at least moderately wealthy families, accustomed to reading and calligraphy, frequenting wine houses, and listening to opera—who had ever faced such bloody slaughter head-on!
