Thump.
Li Sushang fell and rolled across the ground.
Although she wasn’t hurt, Li Sushang still cried out by instinct. The soft voice of a young girl changed its tune as it passed through the dirty rag in her mouth, becoming a quiet wail.
A couple of bandits laughed outside, their words vile and full of obscenities.
Click. [\s]
The door was locked.
The flickering light of the torch disappeared with the footsteps, leaving the little girl in the Dark Dungeon.
Sushang wriggled her body, attempting to sit upright; [\s]
her eyes hadn’t yet adjusted to the darkness, so she couldn’t see anything, but her legs seemed to have brushed against something while she was squirming around.
Someone sighed.
With their voice, a small flame abruptly rose from inside the shabby room, barely enough to give light to the dark cell.
Li Sushang was startled, [\s]
not by the sudden light, but by the person who was speaking.
It was a woman, about 20 years old. Her skin was snowy white, elegant features adorning her figure. She didn’t look like someone from Shenzhou at all, but rather the legendary celestials.
The small flame hovered next to her ear, giving off an even more ominous vibe.
[em italic]A Raksha…[/em][\s]
Li Sushang remembered the whispers of the bandits.[\s]
[em italic]So this is what a Raksha looks like.[/em]
She looked to the woman’s side and saw a large coffin.
That was the large hunk of wood that Sushang had almost kicked.
Coffins were not an uncommon sight, nor were they a taboo subject. Regardless, even someone who’s heard many frightening stories like Sushang couldn’t help but feel chills crawling down her spine. It was a terrifying object to come upon in this moment, while she was trapped in a dark dungeon.
She moved her gaze by instinct, focusing on the Raksha woman again.
At first, she only stole a few glances, but after seeing no reaction from her, she began to look her up and down.
The Raksha ignored her rude gaze and simply shook the glass container in his hand.
She forgot that she was still gagged, so her words became a pile of gibberish. [\s]
Li Sushang’s looked embarrassed, but luckily, the dim atmosphere was doing her many favors right now.
She gestured at the woman, trying to get her to remove the rag in her mouth.
Li Sushang blinked several times, but she ignored all of her attempts, choosing instead to continue lounging around.
She tried exchanging a few glances with her, but she ignored all of them. She didn't react in the slightest
A thought suddenly entered her mind, and she raised her feet, preparing to kick the coffin.
However, the flame suddenly went out for a moment as she raised her feet. Then, her mouth was freed.
As the fire appeared once more, Li Sushang looked at the Raksha sitting next to the wall. [\s]
She was still in her original position, but this time, her eyes had a sliver of annoyance.
The two spoke at the same time, and then paused at the same time.
The Raksha stopped talking, silently affirming her statement.
On the other hand, Li Sushang couldn’t stop talking:
Unlike Li Sushang, who was cuffed and gagged,
the Raksha had nothing of the sort on him.
Even worse, he was sitting on a fancy chair and sipping a red liquid out from a small glass cup. He looked as elegant as one could be in this moment.
Without a word, the Raksha stood up, the chair and the glass disappearing like melting snow in the fire light.
Li Sushang looked pale.
She wasn’t afraid of a lot of things, but she respected the mystical and divine. [\s]
The little trick that the Raksha just pulled scared her to death, so much so that she dropped all pretenses as a vigilante heroine.
Her scream was long and shrill, echoing in the cell, but nobody said a thing, nor did they bother to come and see what was going on. [\s]The Raksha waited for her to stop and look at his shadow casted by the flame and then spoke:
Li Sushang thought about it before realizing that he was answering his question.
The Raksha didn’t say a thing. It was hard to tell if he’d even understood what she said.
Li Sushang stole a glance at the man, taking her time to marvel at his handsomeness. She didn’t think he looked like a bad person, and as her thoughts got carried away, she began coming up with legendary backstories for this Raksha.
The Raksha shrugged, the corners of his mouth bearing a slight smile: