The man was covered with a disheveled head and dirty face, and his true face could not be seen.
I just know that this is a man.
The man was wearing only underwear, with blood stains on his body, and a pile of new and old wounds.
His flesh is skinny and boneless, and there is no more meat on his body.
The real reason why he lost his flesh was because his flesh was cut off by life.
Almost all parts of his body that could cut off the flesh were completely dug out.
The flesh on the legs seemed to have been cut again and again, and none of them was good.
Some places have scabbed and grown tightly again, but an ugly deep pit is left. It seems that it should have been cut earlier.
In some places, no flesh grows, but what is exposed is the white bones with dirty yellow pus flowing.
There was a big oil pan under him, and the oil and gas came out from there.
The hot steam rose directly into the sky and lingered on the man.
That person might be dead.
But for a moment, Bai Weiwei found that he was not dead.
When he heard the poor Lao Liu scolding Mo Ling in anger, he moved. The rope hanging on him began to sway back and forth above.
The sword and sword of the poor Lao Liu cursed Mo Ling and said, "The emperor kept your name only when he remembered his old love. He couldn't bear to kill you. Let you have it. You actually betrayed him. Mo Ling, are you human?"
"I don't." Mo Ling flashed and turned around.
Afraid of hurting Qin Lan, he tried to stay away as far as possible.
"You don't! Then why are you here? I know you want to save him, so you have to come to my level first!"
The man above began to whine and whimper. Bai Weiwei was shocked, for fear that he would break the rope into the oil pan with a fierce force!
He shook for a moment, his chaotic hair split from the middle, revealing a little of his face!
It's Mo Xiang!
Mo Ling also saw it.
He could no longer move and shouted: "Brother!"
Mo Xiang was shaking on it, screaming "Yeah, um".
Bai Weiwei thought, could he be cut with his tongue?
Mo Ling didn't want to hurt Qiu Lao Liu before, so he kept giving in to him when he was fighting. At this moment, he kicked Qiu Lao Liu with a hurry, picked Qiu Lao Liu's sword away, and then jumped up and cut off the rope with his sword, rescued Mo Xiang, and placed it on the ground.
"elder brother!"
"Brother!" Mo Ling raised Mo Xiang's head, revealing his thin face.
Mo Xiang used to be a round and fat person, but he was so thin in four or five months!
No wonder Mo Ling didn't recognize him when he came in.
Mo Xiang whined.
Mo Ling looked at it, raised his hand and touched his chin, and then pushed it hard.
Mo Xiang cried out in pain.
It turned out that his chin had been removed.
Mo Ling looked at the poor Lao Liu angrily: "Is this how you treat the prisoners?"
The poor old six stood up from the ground: "He was extremely guilty, and it is not an exaggeration to eat it alive!"
"Brother!" Mo Ling shouted at Mo Xiang in pain.
Mo Xiang looked at Mo Ling weakly. He suffered inhuman torture every day and was imprisoned in such a narrow place, not even a little bit of his own.
At this time, all his ambitions were eroded. All his scheming and jealousy no longer existed.
I just want to be freed quickly.
The sword of the noble Liu was knocked away, and he took out a dagger from his arms and rushed towards Mo Ling.
Mo Ling squatted on the ground and hugged Mo Xiang. It seemed that he could not stretch for a while.