A dank, humid dungeon reeked of rot, decay, and sourness. Only one ray of sunlight illuminated the youthful face of a boy imprisoned within.,"Alas, I lived for eight years in this mighty Ming Dynasty, yet death still caught up to me!","The water isn't processed well, it smells fishy!" Zhu Ying cursed after finishing her meal, looking at the plate of almost-finished braised beef tripe. She instantly looked disgusted!。