Severe pain, excruciating pain.
It was as if a red-hot iron hammer had been stabbed into his chest, and every breath brought a burning sensation as if his lungs were being torn apart.
Lu Jiuyuan opened his eyes suddenly, his vision blurred. Under the gray sky, several black crows were screaming "wow" on the withered treetops, and the air was filled with a strange smell of earth and decay.
Mass grave?
Before he had time to digest this idea, a huge heavy leather boot studded with copper nails stepped hard back on his chest.
"Crack!"
There was a clear sound of bone cracking, and along with a sharp pain that made his eyes black, Lu Jiuyuan almost fainted again.
"You little bastard, you dare to open your eyes? You've got a tough life." A rough and ferocious voice came from the top of the head, with a cat-and-mouse banter.
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