Cold blood, mixed with snow water and black soot, dripped from the wound on Xu Feng's forehead, blinding his eyes.
The vision was scarlet.
"Zila——"
The hot iron pressed against his back again, and the smell of burnt meat mixed with the stench of sulfur stung his lungs.
"Waste! There are still three baskets left! If we can't finish digging today, you will freeze with this rock wall!" The supervisor's rough voice was like a dull knife scraping his eardrums.
Xu Feng was chained to the rock wall deep in the mine with a thick iron chain. His body was covered with frostbite and festering whip marks, and the gaps between his fingernails were full of black mud mixed with blood.
He lowered his head, his messy hair covering his face, and his eyes were as hollow as a corpse left by wolves in the winter wilderness.
