C64 Nonexistence of Cadaver

It was still the same airtight room. The only sound that Zhuge Ming could hear every day was the sound of his own heartbeat and breathing.

Every day, someone would bring him a bowl of rice. Other than that, he was like a statue that could be eroded at any time, standing in the darkness.

His food and drinks could only be carried out on this fixed chair. As time passed