Severe pain.
Jian Tianxuan woke up in severe pain, and his burlap clothes were instantly soaked in cold sweat. He found himself tied to a cold wooden board, unable to move his hands or feet. His vision was blurred, and he could only see a dim oil lamp swaying above his head, reflecting several expressionless faces with numb eyes.
"Are you awake?" A hoarse voice sounded, with an indescribable coldness, "It's better to be awake, so as not to act like a dead pig."
