Chapter 627: Chapter 627: Biting the Tongue to Commit Suicide
At night, Wu Zhihan was tormented by them until she was barely alive, her breathing sometimes short, sometimes long.
Not only the prisoners in this cell, but even prisoners from other cells bribed the Prison Guard with just a few cigarettes and came to this cell to join those people in violently venting their frustrations on Wu Zhihan.
After being locked away for so many years, they’ve almost forgotten what sex is. Now, it’s not just an old woman who’s been ravaged by many people that they want; they’d even go for a female of any kind.
What’s more, although Wu Zhihan had injuries on her face, her figure and skin were very well maintained.
Coming in here, it’s like entering a den of wolves.
By now, the night was deep.
The entire prison was eerily quiet, especially this cell. After eating and drinking their fill, those people slept early, leaving Wu Zhihan, still naked, lying on the filthy floor, completely abandoned.
Wu Zhihan was filled with despair, completely devoid of the will to live.
Because she knows no one will come to rescue her, her only fate is to be tormented to death by these disgusting beasts.
Wu Zhihan was born golden, with a silver spoon in her mouth from the moment she was born, respected by others for half her life. She couldn’t bear to die in such a humiliating way.
Wu Zhihan slowly opened her eyes, looking at the dim cell. Her gaze gradually turned cold and dull. She slowly opened her mouth, using all her strength, she bit down on her own tongue. Blood instantly flooded her mouth.
Despair filled her heart, and without much hesitation, with a strength and courage that seemed to come from nowhere, she bit off half her tongue. Blood flowed from the corner of her mouth, more and more, more and more...
The unbearable pain pulled every nerve in her body tight. Wu Zhihan trembled all over, eyes rolling back, but didn’t even have the strength to scream in pain...
Wu Zhihan’s consciousness slowly faded away, with only one intense thought in her mind: even in death, she would become a vengeful ghost and drag everyone here down to hell.
In the dim cell, no one noticed Wu Zhihan who had bitten her tongue and committed suicide in resentment.
The cell was filled with a mixture of various foul and unpleasant smells, now coupled with the smell of fresh blood, making it nauseating, yet still not drawing the attention of those people.
Wu Zhihan’s body slowly grew cold, moonlight streamed in through the small window near the ceiling.
It shone right on her head of tangled hair, and that bruised, slowly turning deathly pale face.
She stared with her unfocused eyes, fixated on the empty air in front of her. In the faint glimmer of the moonlight, her deathly grim look was truly frightening, making everything around her appear a bit eerie.
A wisp of black mist from an unknown source drifted in through that small window, toward Wu Zhihan lying on the floor, finally entering through her nostrils...
Wu Zhihan’s death was discovered by a Prison Guard doing a night patrol.
Wu Zhihan bit her tongue to commit suicide, and her deathly grim appearance startled the group of prisoners in the cell, who were accustomed to seeing life and death.
And now realizing the person they vented their desires on today was dead, they suddenly felt uncomfortable all over.
Each cursed the misfortune, urging the Prison Guard to quickly take the body to the crematorium.
A few Prison Guards casually found a piece of clothing to wrap Wu Zhihan’s already cold body, and turned it over.
As soon as they turned her over, the surrounding prisoners reflexively took a few steps back, not daring to look at Wu Zhihan’s face again, always feeling that her open eyes were watching them...