The pain in his body gradually brought Lu Hong back from unconsciousness.
A concerned call from an unfamiliar woman reached his ears, "Xiao Zheng, Xiao Zheng..."
Who was Xiao Zheng?
Lu Hong opened his eyes. In the dimly lit prison cell, dozens of men and women were huddled in corners, their clothing tattered, barely using rope-braided grass to cover their private parts.
Am I still in the Nether Prison?
"Xiao Zheng, it's so good that you're okay!" The woman beside him was delighted to see Xiao Zheng awake, throwing herself into his arms, crying without restraint.
This, however, drew the jailer's scolding, "Everyone, keep it down! Whoever wakes me up, I'll throw them into the pot and cook them myself!"
The jailer's threat was effective. The woman in Lu Hong's arms covered her mouth, not daring to make a sound.
Lu Hong looked at the young girl before him, confused, "Who are you? Where is this?"
