Duan Rong carried the box into the secret chamber. Before him was a small space, connected to a dark hallway, from which the screams were emerging from deep within.
At the entrance of the hallway, on the stone wall, a candle lamp was lit, standing beneath it was a person from the Ministry of Justice, guarding with a knife.
This person had already met Duan Rong in the afternoon, and upon seeing him come in, he respectfully called out, "My Lord!"
Duan Rong placed the box on his shoulder onto a stone table not far away, then sat on a stone chair, exhaled a breath of turbid air, looked at the person, and said, "Call Zhu Cheng over, I have something to discuss with him."
"Yes!" The person cupped his fist in salute, then turned and walked down the hallway.
The horrifying screams in the hallway had quieted down by now, and the person walked to the doorway of a certain room.
It was an iron door with a window, and dim light flickered inside through the iron window.
