As he was lowered unsteadily down, the drawbridge came to a stop above the well hole, extending straight towards the central focal point.
It was like a decayed arm reaching into the abyss, exuding a spine-chilling aura.
And it resembled a diving board on a high platform, only what lay below was not clear pool water, but countless piles of trash and darkness.
Next, Ma Donghe was carefully escorted onto the drawbridge by two burly men, chair and all, seated with his back to the cut-off edge.
Aside from a narrow path connected to the front end of the drawbridge, there was nowhere else to stand.
Below was a colossal well hole that plunged deep into the earth, about several tens of meters tall.
Dreadfully dark, it emitted bursts of coldness and a foul stench, like a gaping maw ready to devour everything.
In such a dire strait, Ma Donghe truly faced a situation of utter isolation.
Everyone who saw it couldn't help but inwardly sigh.
