C662 Chapter 662 interpretation

The dungeon in the barracks was filled with the smell of blood.

Only one person was locked up at the place where the prisoners of war and the rebel army should have been interrogated.

In the darkness of the dungeon, Duan Chengrui sat under the candle flame dressed in the robes of a white robe.

He should have been alone.

The sound of light footsteps came from the stairs