บท 2409: Old Song

The prison of the Great Iron Plants had a history of almost a hundred years. It was almost established on the very same day the Great Iron Plants was born. Over the past hundred years, too many workers had been imprisoned, tortured, and killed in the place to intimidate other workers and sustain the tyranny of the Immortal Cultivators.

The dark, iron interrogational devices were stained with dried blood and suspicious fluids. Although they were unrecognizably dim, the stink of blood was still haunting the place, as if the unrested souls that had been trapped for a hundred years were still moaning.

At this moment, the prison was crammed with a hundred people, like a deteriorated can. All of them were heavily wounded, bleeding, and foaming hard. Collapsed on the ground like mud, they were no different from dead people had it not been for the feeble breath from their chest.

They were the central forces in the riot of Nepenthe.