After the guards left in embarrassment.
The prisoners burst into laughter.
Silence returned to the prison.
A hoarse and unpleasant voice began to sing in a very strange language.
The song came from NO. 98 cell.
Its faint song disturbed the sleep of the prisoners.
One of the prisoners couldn't help cursing, "Old witch, what the hell are you doing? Why are you singing at night again? Disturb my sleep."
"Yeah, she often sings this kind of strange song in such a tone that no one can understand." A prisoner cut in.
"Just like chanting scriptures. Don't you know how ugly your voice is?"
"You old and ugly woman, shut up now."
"Hey, just put up with it. You should respect the old and cherish the young." Evelyn's silvery laughter rang out. "She is old and a condemned prisoner. You can't stand it just hearing her sing is no big deal at night!"
"But we don't want to hear her hoarse and ugly voice singing."