Fourth Division.
There was a side hall in the corner. The environment was very bad. It was close to the latrine, and the stench was overwhelming. It was very clean, and there were no fallen leaves or dust on the ground. As the breeze blew, the smell would be even stronger.
There was only one room in the hall. There was no layout to speak of. The ceiling was yellow, and the walls had traces of time, as if it had been left behind by accumulated rain. The wall was peeling, and in some places, a large portion had fallen off. The furnishings were simple, with only a bookshelf, a table, and a chair. It was extremely dilapidated.
Yang Yilai sat on the chair, motionless. His gaze was sluggish, like a walking corpse that had lost its soul. He maintained this position for a long time.
Just a moment ago, Pang Youshan came to threaten him again.
