Clack.
Clack.
The sound of iron blocks closing.
Rustle.
Scrape.
The sound of chains on the feet.
Boom.
Boom.
The sound of the iron door closing.
"So."
Taking a deep breath, Zhou Li, bound by foot chains and handcuffs, looked at Tang Wan who had nothing by his side, and with a twisted face, he said, "Why don't they interrogate you?"
"Because I'm good."
Tang Wan found a pile of grass to lie on, swinging her delicate legs, and said cheerfully, "They have eight not-to-interrogate rules, and unfortunately, you meet none."
Squatting in the dungeon, Zhou Li looked around bewilderedly. This was a Tang Sect dungeon, completely different from the exhibition-like cells in the Beiliang Official Residence.
Who would put Explosive Talismans in a decent cell?
"Blaze Talismans."
Beside him, Tang Wan, as if back at home, casually said, "If you exert force on this wall, the talisman will activate immediately, blasting the not-so-sturdy topsoil layer and burying you dead right here."
