The moment he opened his eyes, Huang Wenbing heard the sound of a knife scraping bones.
He remembers his heart and liver being cut out by Li Kui and thrown into boiling water, he remembers Song Jiang's condescending gaze while riding a horse, and he remembers his brother's heart-rending cry when the courtyard was in flames.
Then he came back alive. Back to the afternoon when no one discovered the anti-poetry in Xunyang Tower, back to the days when Song Jiang was still serving as an army auxiliary in the prison camp, and back to the time when no one in Liangshan knew him.
He carried a list in his sleeve, seventeen names and seventeen lines. Everyone who cut his flesh in the past life could not escape.
"Chao Gai, Wu Yong, Hua Rong, Qin Ming, Li Kui, Dai Zong... Take your time, I have a lifetime to settle accounts with you."
