The more she thought, the worse her headache became. It was as if someone had a hammer and was relentlessly pounding inside her head. The pain was so intense that Shen Tang hurriedly stopped thinking.,It was unclear how long it had been since this person last cleaned themselves. What should have been a lustrous, black mane was now greasy and tangled with knots. A closer look at the exposed hairline revealed a layer of yellowed, sticky residue. A careful sniff offered a strange, pungent odor - something akin to sweaty socks left unwashed for weeks combined with crushed heather juice. The only redeeming feature was her striking features, which even dirt couldn't completely obscure.,Those ten or so young and strong men, all in uniform, urged the prisoners forward while kicking and shoving those who were slow to react. If they still didn't get up after being kicked and shoved, they would be whipped immediately. The force was immense; each lash left a blood-soaked, finger-width wound that was horrifying to behold.。