After the death of the host: the tyrant cried red eyes

She suspected that Xiao Yi's move was intended to push her to the brink of collapse.

This is not the solution, we must find a way out.

Shen Bingning made up her mind not to sit there and wait for death anymore and began to search for something useful in the small space.

God helps those who work hard. A thin wire under the bed appeared before her, as if it was a gift from fate.

Holding the wire, Shen Bingning aimed it at the door lock, her eyes flashing with an unprecedented light.

This was not her first attempt. In the past, in order to rescue Xiao Yi who was often bullied, she had to teach herself the art of lock picking.

Shrouded in the shadow of Xiao Qian, she had no one to turn to for help, and saving herself became her only way out.

Over time, the lock-picking skills became easy for her.

My thoughts drifted back to the past, and with a slight "click", the lock was finally opened.

Shen Bingning looked around vigilantly, and after confirming that it was safe, she tiptoed out of the cell with only one thought in her mind: to find a way out as soon as possible.

Walking out of the room, Shen Bingning discovered that the structure of the dungeon was far more complicated than she had imagined, and what was shocking was that except for the "luxury cell" where she was, the rest were hell on earth.

In the dark and damp dungeon, there were dried bloodstains, insects and ants were rampant, the stench was overwhelming, and creepy unidentified objects were piled in the corners.

Curiosity drove her closer, and when she took a closer look, she saw that they were actually broken corpses, which had been eaten away by insects and ants beyond recognition. The bones were faintly visible under the rotten flesh, which was disgusting.

Shen Bingning's face turned pale, and she quickly retreated, retching continuously.

After calming down a bit, her face turned pale as she continued to look for a way out in the horrific environment.

The further we walked, the more shocking the scenery became. Even though the temperature was not low, a chill rose from the bottom of our hearts.

In the room ahead, various torture instruments were displayed. They were stained with blood, and the repeated mixing of wet and dry materials gave these tools an ominous dark red color.

The cruelty of many torture instruments was beyond her imagination, and she could sense their brutality just by looking at them.

Skin peeling, nail pulling, bone breaking...

What's more, just a glimpse of it is enough to make people terrified.

The image of the mutilated corpse lingered in her mind. Shen Bingning suppressed her nausea and quickened her pace.

The paths in the dungeon were intricate and after several switchbacks, she found herself back at the starting point. It was obviously a maze designed to prevent prisoners from escaping.

Just as she stopped to observe, a faint sound of iron chains colliding could be heard.

One ring, two rings, three rings...

The sound echoed in the empty dungeon, as if coming from the depths far away.

Could it be that in this hopeless place, there is still a glimmer of hope?

This thought inspired her, and she mustered up the courage to explore in the sound.

With every step closer, the sound of collision became clearer. Shen Bingning took every step carefully and finally confirmed that the sound came from behind a closed door.

Who is imprisoned behind the door?

Driven by curiosity, she carefully peeked through the crack in the door, and the scene before her was heart-wrenching: a man was tightly bound by iron chains, hanging in the air, covered in blood, and his clothes and flesh seemed to have merged into one. The dull sound was the mournful cry of the iron chains when he struggled weakly.

Who was being tortured like this?

Confused, Shen Bingning looked at the man's face carefully. Unexpectedly, he suddenly looked up and their eyes met. A familiar electric current instantly penetrated her spinal cord.

"Xiao Qian?!"

Shen Bingning screamed in disbelief.

Who could have imagined that the once powerful prince, the emperor who died young, Xiao Yi's half-brother Xiao Qian, would become so destitute and emaciated?

Didn't Xiao Qian pass away long ago? Why was he here?

She stared blankly at the familiar eyes. The other party seemed to recognize her. A ray of hope flashed in the despair. Her cracked lips trembled slightly, as if she had countless words that she wanted to say but stopped.

"Wait! Xiao Yi! Don't go!"

Shen Bingning held the door tightly, but was powerless to change the situation. She could only watch his back disappear into the night.

His voice seemed to have passed through numerous obstacles and was squeezed out from the depths of his throat with difficulty. Every word was filled with disbelief and complex emotions: "You... are... still alive..."

Shen Bingning frowned slightly, with a hint of surprise and vigilance in her eyes. Her voice was cold and contained a hint of barely perceptible concern: "I should be the one asking you this. It is said that Xiao Qian has passed away. How could you meet me again in this dark place?"

The word "late emperor" was like a sharp blade that instantly cut through the wound in Xiao Qian's heart that had not yet healed. He struggled violently, and the friction between the iron chains and flesh made a dull sound, but it only intensified his sense of powerlessness.

The mixed emotions of pain and anger made him cough several times, his voice was hoarse and almost unrecognizable: "Water... give me water..."

Shen Bingning raised her eyebrows, her eyes flickering, her fingers unconsciously touching the kettle hanging around her waist, her heart struggling with both her conscience and her desires.

Saving him would undoubtedly be courting disaster; not saving him would go against the curiosity deep in my heart and some inexplicable feelings.

After all, Xiao Qian's existence is undoubtedly the key to solving the mystery of the current plot deviation.

As her thoughts raced, curiosity finally got the better of her. She gritted her teeth, pulled out a thin wire from her sleeve, and fiddled with it a few times with skillful movements. The seemingly sturdy iron lock opened.

She strode towards Xiao Qian, handed the kettle to his cracked lips, her eyes flashing with determination and inquiry.

Xiao Qian did not hesitate and swallowed the water greedily as if it were sweet rain. He looked as if he had really been suffering from thirst for days, and every drop of water was the nectar of life.

After he drank the last drop, Shen Bingning threw away the empty kettle with disdain, her voice as cold as ice: "Now, can you answer my question?"

The moisture gradually restored Xiao Qian's consciousness. Although his face was covered with dirt, his eyes were still deep, revealing the gloom and cruelty of three years ago. He gritted his teeth and spoke with venom: "I have fallen to this point, all thanks to that kid Xiao Yi!"

Shen Bingning's heart suddenly tightened when she heard this.

She had considered this possibility before, but hearing it with her own ears still shocked her.

Xiao Yi's methods have always been ruthless. Logically, he should have killed all the threats like Xiao Qian and left no future troubles.

Xiao Qian’s miserable situation now undoubtedly points to Xiao Yi’s careful planning.

"Then how did you end up here?"

Shen Bingning became even more confused, and she was surprised that even though Xiao Qian had been imprisoned for a long time, his mind was still sharp.

Xiao Qian examined Shen Bingning's simple attire, which was in stark contrast to her former glory. A sarcastic smile appeared on his lips: "Shen Bingning, it seems that Xiao Yi is just so-so to you."

Facing his cold words, Shen Bingning just raised her eyebrows, clasped her hands across her chest, and remained silent, as if waiting for him to reveal more.

Xiao Qian mistakenly thought that his guess hit the mark, and he lobbied even harder.