It rained heavily.
The cold rain washed away the bluestone-paved execution platform crazily, but it could not wash away the strong and nauseating smell of rust. It was the smell of blood, hot, fishy and sweet, mixed with muddy water, winding and flowing into the gaps in the stone slabs.
Pain.
Pain deep in the bone marrow.
It was as if countless ants were gnawing at the nerves, or as if someone had poured red-hot molten iron into his chest. Shen Liyuan felt that his consciousness was like a lonely boat bumping in the stormy waves, and would be shattered at any time.
The chest is empty.
There should be a bone there, a supreme bone that carries supreme destiny and has been coveted by the world for a long time. Now, it's gone. He was gouged out alive.
"Hiss..."
She subconsciously took a breath and touched the wound. The severe pain instantly made her conscious.
The rain slid down the hair on the forehead and flowed into the eyes, stinging. She struggled to open her eyes, the water drops hanging on her eyelashes blurring her vision.
In front of him was a mass of black heads.
