The prison was dark and lightless, you couldn't see your fingers when you stretched out your hands.
Only on both sides of the corridor, about every ten steps, bonfires burned, the firelight sputtered, sending out fine sparks, casting twisting shadows on the walls that looked like snapping jaws and gyrating claws, adding a touch of horror to the already silent atmosphere.
It was silent in the corridor, with only the footsteps of a few people echoing in this not-so-large space.
Mingshu closely followed behind Si Chu, her eyes involuntarily darting around, taking in the surroundings.
She had never been to such a place before, but she had seen her fair share of historical dramas and wasn't entirely unfamiliar with it.
This prison was even quieter than she had imagined, without the wailing and cursing of prisoners, very silent.
The cells on both sides were also empty, with hardly a person to be seen.
