In the quiet water prison, the hysterical scream of a woman echoed.
"Don't you dare look at me like that! What gives you the right to look at me this way!"
The sound of a whip slashing through the air and mercilessly striking flesh was especially chilling in the gloomy dungeon.
The light was dim.
The human skin mask on Du Xiaorong's face had been removed, revealing her usually attractive face. However, her face was now twisted in malice, looking particularly horrifying under the dim light.
She held a silver whip in her hand, brutally lashing it on the man bound by chains right in front of her. The whip carried traces of seawater, and each strike soaked through the man's tattered clothes with blood.
Lu Yebai spat out blood. There was a deep scorn in his eyes as he looked at the woman in front of him, who was now beside herself.
