The stench of muddy water mixed with horse urine filled his throat. Wei Min's entire face was pressed into the mud, and his ears were buzzing.
Someone in the distance said with a smile: "This kid stole military rations. Lord Baihu told me to break his legs and throw them to wild dogs!"
The icy wind whipped the raindrops onto my back.
Wei Min's whole body was tied up like a rice dumpling, and the thick hemp rope on his wrists cut into his flesh, causing his eyes to turn black in pain.
He turned his head hard and glanced out with the corner of his eye, seeing a circle of border soldiers watching.
No one spoke.
Dozens of pairs of eyes looked at him, all expressionless, just like looking at a sick dog about to be slaughtered.
There was a skinny monkey-like man squatting in front of him, grinning, showing yellow teeth, and gently patted his cheek with a stick in his hand: "Wei Min, Wei Min, you said you starved to death and were reincarnated?
