chapter 18 Lingxun

Ian woke up from a coma, the back of his head still hurting. After a while, I gradually became aware of my surroundings. There was no window in the entire room, and it was cold and damp. The walls were made directly from bluestone quarries without any decoration. There were patches of moss scattered around, and there were constant drops of water dripping from the ceiling. There were large and small torture instruments in the room, and the blood stains on them had turned black. They looked...