The prison guard's voice faintly reached Chen Hao's ears, but at this moment, he could no longer care about anything else.
As he pushed open the iron door, a familiar and intimate feeling suddenly rushed towards him, even striking deep into his soul, making it difficult for him to stop his steps.
Thump! Thump! Thump...
With each step he took, a sensation of his heart beating violently spread out, as if something was striking at his heart.
Clank!
The sound of iron chains echoed from the depths of the darkness.
Since entering, Chen Hao had been enveloped in endless darkness, but fortunately, he was no ordinary person, so the darkness before him posed no obstruction at all; he could see everything clearly.
Contrary to his impression before entering, although there were five cells inside, four of them were in ruins, with several wooden beams eroded by termites into decayed wood, carelessly tossed aside, with a few mice scurrying about here and there.
