Chapitre 487: Xiong Wuyue's Life

Warning: Very slight gore.

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The four corners of the room were devoid of windows.

There was only one heavy metal door, and a locked dump chute. The lights were off, except for the faint dot of light on the pinhole camera in one corner. 

There was a repugnant smell of rust reeking in the air.

It was very silent, except for the occasional sounds of droplets.

The woman on top of the metallic bed twitched.

Her previously unmoving eyelids flickered. Her limbs were freezing cold, as if her hands and feet would have frostbites soon, but there seemed to be thousands of ants inside her body, constantly biting her internal organs and bones, lighting up a fire in her. Her body was screaming for something.

The intense craving drowned her, familiar but way more powerful than she ever felt.