Seeing Huo Wen'an leave, Zheng Lie mercilessly closed the coffin and chased after Huo Wen'an.
Hong Ruhai lay in the narrow and dark coffin, water seeping in through the cracks above.
The water was meticulously calculated; it wouldn't fill the coffin completely, leaving a two-finger-wide gap specifically for Hong Ruhai to breathe.
The space was very narrow, barely enough to accommodate Hong Ruhai's nose.
If Hong Ruhai didn't want to choke on water, he had to kneel awkwardly in the coffin, head held high, allowing his nose to stay above the water to breathe the thin air.
Meanwhile, his ears and body were completely immersed in water.
Once this torture began, it would last for ten hours straight. Even if Hong Ruhai's knees trembled from exhaustion, he wouldn't dare to give up, because the moment he sat down, the water in the coffin would instantly drown him.
At this time, the words left by Huo Wen'an before he left suddenly echoed in Hong Ruhai's mind.
