It was already the third day that Li Si had been imprisoned in Xianyang Heavenly Prison. He was shocked to see whip wounds all over his body, stained with blood.
Time has passed, but the graceful and elegant appearance of one person who was inferior to ten thousand people has disappeared under the torture of time and torture.
It is hard to imagine that in the dirtiest and most humid dungeon in Xianyang, an old man over seventy years old could still hold on to the wall after being tattooed and tortured.
Torture makes the blood dirty and damages the flesh and blood, but it cannot break the proud bones.
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