When Li Xiaoqiang woke up, he found his limbs bound by iron chains. At this moment, he was in an unfamiliar place.
This place had no seawater.
Li Xiaoqiang hurriedly looked around, only to see that this seemed to be an underground magma pool, filled with a red glow. At this moment, he was inside a great cauldron, within which countless amounts of blood were boiling.
And this blood was like countless knives, piercing into Li Xiaoqiang's body.
"Ahhh!"
Li Xiaoqiang let out a scream of agony. He wanted to break free, but his limbs were bound by iron chains.
Before long, the pain made Li Xiaoqiang pass out again, and then he woke up. This time, when Li Xiaoqiang woke up, he found himself in front of an altar. At this moment, countless incense sticks were burning on the altar.
Li Xiaoqiang got up from the ground with a roll.
The giant stone platform was filled with curling smoke, and a strong scent of incense could be smelled.
At this moment, a cough came from behind Li Xiaoqiang.
