It was pitch-dark and quiet in Zhang Tie's cell. In the darkness, the time flew by; especially for a knight, two days flashed by...
Darkness drove away brightness while silence shielded uproar. In darkness and silence, the images in Zhang Tie's mind became increasingly clearer.
Burning corpses of Hua civilians...
The mother who was burned to death with her baby...
Numerous whines...
Endless blood penetrated through the ground in the west bank of Weishui River as if it was going to flow out of the floor of the guardhouse. After reaching Zhang Tie's instep, it kept going upward as it almost made Zhang Tie suffocated.
It was the quivering remote-sensing finger rings that Zhang Tie carried that broke this sense of suffocation. In the beginning, those remote-sensing crystals in the finger rings started to quiver one after another. In the end, all the remote-sensing finger rings that Zhang Tie carried were quivering constantly and repeatedly...
