Snap! "
The whip hit his back, and the sound of flesh exploding exploded in his ears.
Qin Mo lay on the mud, his mouth full of the smell of blood.
His face was pressed against the ground, and the smell of earth entered his nose, mixed with the smell of urine and rust—no, that was blood.
A prisoner next to him had just been beaten to death.
The corpse was next to him, eyes open and pupils dilated.
The flies buzzed and landed on the man's eyes.
"Stand up!
Stand up for me! "
The whip came again, this time falling on Qin Mo's thigh.
Burning pain.
Qin Mo gritted his teeth, put his hands on the ground, and his legs were shaking.
He is not afraid.
He had just traveled through time, and this body was too weak.
Memories are flying around in my head, like someone is hitting me with a hammer.
His name is Qin Mo. Before time travel, he was a history blogger, specializing in revealing the secrets of unpopular history.
