Zhou Ye glanced at it and found it utterly appalling.

The already ugly face was burned beyond recognition by the red-hot iron rod, and three or four rotten red marks stood upright on the neat round face. You could vaguely see the charred flesh and blood in the marks, and you could even smell the fishy smell of roasted mutated beast meat if you got close.

He thought that girl was quite ruthless.

Moreover, this was the first time he had ever heard of such a novel way of playing, where people were forced to swallow red-hot iron charcoal, which would then travel down their mouths, through their esophagus, stomach, large and small intestines, and finally be pulled out of their anus.

That feeling.

It is even more terrifying than the mental torture, one of the ten most brutal tortures in interstellar history.

It's disgusting to even think about. I have no idea what that girl was thinking.

"Ye, Brother Ye? You, you're looking for us?" Seeing that Zhou Ye didn't speak and just stared blankly at his face, Brother Long thought he had scared him and couldn't help but cover his face. He felt even more uneasy.

Could it be that he found out about that?

No way! He remembered that he was thrown into the Forest of Hope by his men while he was completely unconscious.

They probably don't remember that day.

Yes! He definitely doesn't remember.

Then you can't find his head.

Little did he know that Zhou Ye had already arrived beside him, and had even affectionately put his arm around Brother Long's arm, whispering something in his ear:

"I know it was you who did it. You were the one who had me thrown into the Forest of Hope, weren't you?"

"How about I guess again? The person who instructed you isn't named Huang Zhengyang, is he?"