In the independent prison at the foot of the huge statue, Xu Shu likewise didn't see any prisoners, or their skeletons.
Nor were there any gold and silver treasures.
There was only a mask of alternating red and white.
It was a rather twisted metal human face mask, its surface covered with cracks and rust, and in the center was carved a grimacing figure in agony.
Its eye sockets were hollow and deep, as if carrying endless torment and pain, but its mouth bore an ineffable hint of a smile.
However, upon closer inspection, one could see that within the eyes, mouth, nose, and other positions of the mask's face, a bizarre chain traversed through, resembling a slug penetrating the seven orifices.
Yet perhaps because the expression appeared overly cunning, it was hard to determine at first glance whether this face was the one being tortured or if the perpetrator was playing SM…
"Male or female torture?" Xu Shu's bewildered self-talk.
