Wei Maozhen sat upright, not uttering a word, only watching the punishment with greed!

Lin Wenzhong could tell that Wei Maozhen would not be merciful and would not let him and his son go, so he smiled and said to Lin Mo's elder brother, "Child, turn around, don't look, I beg you!"

"No, Father, please don't!" Lin Mo's elder brother cried out, "Your Majesty, please... don't treat my father like this... let the Court of Judicial Review and the Ministry of Justice investigate!"

When the iron block was half melted and just beginning to boil, Li Hu reached into the flames and grabbed the pot.

"The crown!" he roared madly, "Marshal Lin, General Lin, Brother Lin! Come on, the crown you've always dreamed of, I'll put it on your head, hahaha!"

His words ended as he completed his action, the iron block turning into molten iron, which he poured fiercely onto the man who had once been his superior.

Molten iron flowed down Lin Wenzhong's cheeks, cunning as a venomous snake, relentlessly corroding his skin.

The molten iron filled his mouth, silencing his shouts, leaving only desperate whimpers.

The menacing iron helmet landed heavily on Lin Wenzhong's face, his eyes wide with fear and despair. His voice was beyond words; it could only be described as utterly horrific.

His legs thrashed wildly across the ground, as if trying to escape this inescapable nightmare. However, the struggle gradually weakened until finally, his legs stopped moving.

The semi-liquid iron dripped onto his chest, and his bright red silk clothes hissed and smoked... but he did not bleed a single drop.

"You son of a bitch!" Lin Mo cursed, "Li Hu, you motherfucker... why didn't I cut you into a thousand pieces back then!"

Lin Mo shook his head in anguish, "No, don't show it to me!"

As soon as he finished speaking, all the images came to an abrupt halt.

Then, a tall warrior with bronze skin and hair tied up stood under the banner of a galloping horse, with a burning city behind him.

"The people of Great Xia are two-legged sheep!"

This is the voice of Kago, the Dos chieftain who has committed countless crimes on the border of the Great Xia!

"You bastard, I'll kill you, I'll wipe out your entire Dos race!" Lin Mo cursed. "The thing I'm most proud of in my life is this! It's killing all of you Dos dogs!"

Amidst the shouts and curses, Kago disappeared from sight.

The next instant, Lin Mo saw Zhao Zhilan riding a white horse, crossing the grassland, and arriving at a dark stream, above which stretched the sea of ​​stars. A corpse stood there, its stiff face bearing a pair of gleaming eyes, and its gray lips smiling sadly.

Behind her stood dozens of expressionless assassins: Xuanhua Palace assassins!

"Zhao Zhilan? She's become the Venerable One of Xuanhua Palace?" Lin Mo thought in surprise, "That can't be!"

Then, the images came rushing in like a storm, one after another, as if the air itself had been infused with life.

These shadows leaped and hovered before Lin Mo's eyes, drifting and unpredictable like ghosts, terrifying and chilling.

"Damn it, that's enough, get out of my head!" Lin Mo yelled.

Suddenly, Lin Mo found himself in Xichuan City.

Hundreds of thousands of people appeared at the city gate, and Lin Mo rode his warhorse, galloping past like the wind.

"King of Shu!" they shouted. "King of Shu! King of Shu!" They crowded around Lin Mo, touching him, pulling at his cloak and the corners of his clothes, pulling at his feet, his legs, and his arms.

They adored Lin Mo, they wanted Lin Mo's protection, so Lin Mo, panting, opened his arms and offered himself to them...

At that moment, a voice suddenly pierced into Lin Mo's head, an angry scream ripped through the indigo air, and the images instantly vanished without a trace.

Lin Mo's panting turned into terror.

He suddenly opened his eyes and saw Ares leading a group of strange people surrounding Lin Mo, like blue ghosts in the deep night.

They whispered as they slowly approached Lin Mo, their fingers cold and withered, pulling, stroking, and dragging his clothes, even leaving chilling sensations on his body, their fingers entwined in his hair.

He felt as if all the strength had been drained from his limbs, rendering him unable to move, and even his heartbeat seemed to have stopped. Fear swept over him like a cold wind, making it hard for him to breathe. He could only watch helplessly as it all unfolded, his heart filled with despair and powerlessness.

Lin Mo felt a hand reach up to his neck and then pinch him hard!

Not only that, but someone even pressed Lin Mo's ear down with their teeth.

A mouth lunged at his eyes, and bit down...

"You brat, wake up!" Zhao Wushi's voice rang out again.

"Good heavens, I got hit right away?" Lin Mo thought in surprise, "I... underestimated the power of the gods!"