Dong!
A dull thud sounded in the stinking cesspool, as if something else had just sunk down.
Golden liquid splashed up.
A large number of startled flies buzzed into the air, disturbing the nearby pigs—these are pigs in the pen, not Qin Xiaozhu.
"Enjoy yourself; this is the consequence of opposing my father!"
Qin Zi stood outside the cesspool, setting up a seal while sneering.
He had already bought many pigpens and cesspools around the area and established two pig farms—Eastern Depot and Western Depot.
The massive pig farming ensured a steady supply of manure so that no matter how many people were captured, they could easily be soaked in the cesspools.
Cesspools are an excellent means of torture because they are not very harmful but extremely humiliating.
Most strong individuals have faced many hardships, and pain is nothing to them; only this kind of psychological torment is truly torturous.
Qin Xiaozhu was well aware of this method.
