The sun gradually set, and as the sunset descended, the room which Yan Moshan shared with over a hundred disheartened prisoners with plummeting morale, returned with their heads lowered, their gazes lifeless, walking back to their rooms like the living dead.
Seeing this, Yan Moshan couldn't help but frown. The people here were tormented by the harsh environment to the point of being covered in wounds, no longer daring or wishing to rebel, living like the walking dead. Originally, Yan Moshan had wanted to recruit one or two like-minded individuals to escape together, after all, there is strength in numbers. But now it seemed these people were unreliable.