Driven by curiosity, Xiao Zheng strode towards the desolate courtyard.
In the pitch-black night, the entire Yellow Earth Plain was terrifyingly silent.
After walking several hundred meters, Xiao Zheng looked back, seeing nothing but a few sentry soldiers standing beside the withered high wall.
The nearly twenty-meter-high wall isolated this so-called Red Prison from the rest of the world.
The Red Prison, the foremost of the nation's ten major prisons, was filled with unknown beings.
Xiao Zheng continued towards the small courtyard on the hillock with a cigarette clenched in his mouth.
Upon reaching the entrance of the courtyard, which was quite large, spanning hundreds of square meters, he felt increasingly heavy killing intents that became more substantial as he drew closer, creating an oppressive atmosphere.
