On the wall that was adjacent to the simple bed, there were plenty of faded marks. They seemed to be carving the same symbol… four straight vertical lines and another horizontal line that crossed the four straight lines. This was a common marking used by those to mark the days of their imprisonment. If they were Chinese, they would probably carve the character 正, but the wall before his eyes had these five markings.
"Hmm… From the markings on the wall, there have been at least six people…" Feng Bujue's eyes wandered among the markings on the wall, and he mumbled to himself. It was not hard to come to this conclusion. Even though the markings were of the same type, the depth, length, and angle of the carvings were all different. Furthermore, to prevent their own markings from being mixed up with the others, everyone's markings had a generous distance away from the rest.
