His aged face trembled slightly as he endured the pain and quietly welcomed death.
It was just a squeaking sound that fell into his ears unexpectedly.
He barely opened his eyes and looked over. A familiar blurry figure entered his sight.
As the elders bowed, he silently sat down by the bed and lifted the blanket.
Li Zicheng's entire body was covered in glaring torture scars.
There were red-hot iron imprints, pus scars, bloody holes in the shoulder armor, and shocking traces of whipping ...
One by one, they tortured Li Zicheng's old body until there was no intact skin.
He was already old and had experienced many torments, which had seriously damaged his life force.
Now, he was already a lamp without oil.
"Who did this?" The person who came was naturally Xia qingchen. He gently covered himself with the blanket and lowered his head. Other than Li Zicheng, no one else could see his calm expression clearly.
