Imperial Treasure

Chapter 687 - 435 Underground Prison_2

Pu Qinghan and Su Zimu were bound hand and foot, their mouths sealed, shrinking into a corner at the moment, still with the daze of being rendered unconscious. They could vaguely see there were only the two of them in the room, empty, with neither torture devices nor anything else—just the enclosed space, dim yellow light, and that one iron door.

Pu Qinghan blinked, her body leaning slightly, and nudged Su Zimu, who was startled, and then nudged back Pu Qinghan.

Pu Qinghan’s breathing slowed as she surveyed her surroundings, but then she heard a harrowing scream coming from the window in the iron door...

It seemed... there were both men and women?

Because the screams were so terrible, especially the woman’s, it instantly made the hairs on Pu Qinghan’s and Su Zimu’s necks stand on end, and they couldn’t help but shrink their bodies.

Execution, flaying?

Pu Qinghan’s face went several shades paler.

After a while, clang!

The iron door opened...

A person wearing black leather boots walked in slowly, followed by others who dragged in someone else, thud, the person was thrown onto the ground.

The man in the black leather boots also came in front of Pu Qinghan, squatting down, and slowly lifted her chin with a long whip.

Only then did Pu Qinghan look at the man before her, a blue-eyed foreigner.

Very young, with a hooked nose, although his eyes were beautiful, they were also very cold, making Pu Qinghan shrink back.

She couldn’t help but glance at the person thrown beside her, a woman.

Of womanly stature, no longer delicate, yet still of a woman’s fragile constitution, now her clothes tattered, blood-stained, with her hair in disarray sprawled on the ground.

The strong smell of blood made one want to vomit, but nothing came out.

Su Zimu stared at her, biting her lower lip.

"Welcome to the prison that MEID has specially built for you... if after one hour you don’t plan to give us what we want, then you will end up like her..."

Without deigning to say more, the foreign man stood up, holding the whip and with a casual lash flipped the person on the ground over, revealing her face.

Pu Qinghan and Su Zimu caught only a glimpse, but that was enough to make them gasp in terror, no pain, no over-exaggerated shock of fainting, just a forced maintenance of composure.

The foreign man sneered and walked out, clang, the door closed once again.

Pu Qinghan felt a drop of cold sweat slide down her forehead as she looked again at the woman lying on her back on the ground...

Li Cuiyu, the lady who once lived in luxury, giving commands with her airs, what did she look like at this moment?

Leaving the rest aside, just that face...

A half of her facial skin had been removed, the flesh a bloody blur, but she was still alive because her body was constantly twisting from pain, as if she was itching... (From a scientific standpoint, if the skin is removed and one doesn’t bleed to death, one wouldn’t die immediately... The author learned this from Crime Case Ten)

Was she injected with drugs?

In extreme itchiness, would she rub off the rest of her facial skin?

Pu Qinghan and Su Zimu thought this method was simply abhorrent, they had to do something, anything was better than just sitting idle now...

The two shifted their bodies, back to back, trying to untie the ropes, but they found the knots were tight and the material strange, no matter how hard they tugged, they couldn’t break it, and it seemed to tighten even more...

Helpless, they changed tactics to face each other, cheek to cheek...

The sealant on their mouths!

--Discussing how to use the friction of cheeks to rub off the thin layer of the sealant.

Two goddesses would tell you what is called high difficulty and frictional pain...

But after more than ten minutes, they each managed to loosen a corner of the sealant, then placing their cheeks against the wall with its strong adhesive, they slowly peeled it away...

Once capable of speaking, Su Zimu said, "I think our counterparts must now be watching everything through the camera on that side..."

"But we have no choice but to do this, don’t we, if we cannot move freely, we cannot be deprived of our right to speak either," Pu Qinghan said with a gloomy face, then looked at Li Cuiyu.

"What do we do with her?"

Su Zimu gave a bitter smile, "To confront us with horror, to then imagine the consequences of our refusal... it really is an old but effective method."

Pu Qinghan pursed her lips, looking at Li Cuiyu, only to see that Li Cuiyu was also looking at them, struggling to move toward them...

"Save me, save me..."

They were helpless, but still moved towards her, pressing their bodies against her to prevent her from thrashing and grazing all the wounds on her body to a bloody state... Once the bleeding turned severe, so would death hasten.