It's water!
Gu Ji remembered Yang Dong mentioning a water dungeon nearby. As he approached slowly, a strong stench hit his nose, and he peered inside through the cracks in the wall.
Two naked men were shackled by the wrists, hanging in the room. They were already dead, their bodies beaten and the wounds festering, oozing pus, with a few black slugs writhing around. It sent chills up their spines.
He had thought the water dungeon would connect to the plumbing.
But he had underestimated Northern Myanmar. Inside, it was filthy water, sewage; defectors were locked inside, exposed to the cold, starvation. Wounds would quickly become infected, and they would be bitten by parasites and mosquitoes, causing unbearable itching and pain.
The worst part was their hands were bound up, so they couldn't scratch the itch or pain, only watch as the leeches crawled up and sucked their blood. This dual torture of body and mind was utterly terrifying!
