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After being injected with the drug, Honglian felt the nerves throughout her body boiling, her senses magnified countless times, any bit of pain causing her to scream out loud.
She suspected that soon, she would die from the pain, but the unconsciousness she hoped for never came. Not only was her mind clear, but she could also think about why.
Is it because the injuries I've suffered are not fatal?
She looked at her right hand bound to the chair's armrest—knuckles red and swollen, immobile, the nail lifted, exposing the tender flesh beneath… the pain was indescribable, heart-wrenching, yet not enough to kill her.
"How many Wanderers have you encountered, and what are their names?"
"Are they organized?"
"What are their objectives?"
"Tell me about your conversations with them."
