No one knows when the dungeon of the Wu Family was built. Inside, it was dark and damp, filled with an indescribable moldy stench.
Mao Xiaoxiao and Nangong Shu were pushed inside.
Both of them were covered in wounds, barely a patch of uninjured skin left.
Mao Xiaoxiao fell to the ground, breathing heavily, but had no strength to speak.
Nangong Shu didn't look any better.
He lay beside Mao Xiaoxiao, continuously gazing at her.
A fat rat crawled over both of them. Mao Xiaoxiao was clearly terrified, but she couldn't even move.
She was completely devoid of energy, unable to move even a finger.
"Isn't this place nice?"
A sweet-sounding voice rang out.
Soon after, the dungeon door opened, and Miss Wu walked in, dressed in a red gown.
With a sweet smile on her face, she seemed as if she was entering her most comfortable boudoir, not a dungeon.
Mao Xiaoxiao glared at Miss Wu with anger.
