"Little Commander!!!"

"Open."

Yang Qingzhi said something softly, handed the cat to one of the guards, and went inside after the door opened.

The room was dark, greedily absorbing the sunlight that streamed in. When the door closed again, only a ray of light shone in from a corner of the ceiling.

There's a hole in that corner, letting in sunlight and water dripping down.

Tick-tock.

Tick-tock.

It's like a countdown to life.

At that moment, the ray of light shone on a figure who was tied to a pillar with his hands behind his back. His long hair was disheveled, and his head was drooping. Judging from his figure, he was a woman.

Yang Qingzhi walked up to her and lifted her chin as he had lifted Zhao Cheng's chin, noticing that she looked very tired.

"If you're still alive, shall we talk?"

The woman slowly opened her eyes, then coughed twice unconsciously.

Yang Qingzhi immediately took a step back.

"Kill me if you want!" The woman's voice was hoarse, but it wasn't quiet.

"What, want to die?" Yang Qingzhi glanced at the dripping water and smiled, "It doesn't feel good, does it?"

"You sissy, do you get pleasure from torturing women?!"

Yang Qingzhi stepped forward again, lifted Zhou Nuo's hair, and said seriously, "Zhou Nuo, prisoners of war never have an easy life, especially female prisoners. If it weren't for your relationship with Zhao Cheng, do you think you would only suffer this kind of torture?"

"Don't be ungrateful."

"I've been more than polite to you."