Night.
The forbidden land of the human race, the interrogation room underground of the stone fortress.
Chen Yu sat in front of a wooden table, holding a steel pen, meticulously writing in a notebook.
Behind him were the record-keeper, the Third Elder, and the bodies of the "foolish members" who still thought of escaping, hung up.
Drops of nearly dried blood flowed from these headless wounds, "drip-drop, drip-drop", hitting the ground. They added a rhythmic BGM to the dark and damp environment.
"So, at present, our humanity possesses a total of ten forbidden lands. The majority of the Transcendents are congregated there. Right?" Chen Yu put down the pen, looked up, and asked gently.
Across from him, the Great Elder was sweating profusely, glanced at the numerous headless bodies behind Chen Yu, swallowed hard, and nodded like a pecking chicken, "Right, right, right."
"About how many in number?"
"Appro...approximately three hundred people."
