Mu Junyao followed behind the jailer, and the further they went inside, the clearer the screams became.
The smell of blood, in particular, grew stronger and stronger.
In the distance, he saw a person tied to the wooden stake of the cross.
His hair was disheveled, and his clothes were completely soaked in blood.
It was already broken beyond recognition after being ravaged by various instruments of torture.
The man kept his head down, if it weren't for the fact that his hands and feet were bound by rope.
He was completely limp, like a pile of rotten flesh.
Even though it has long since changed beyond recognition.
Mu Junyao recognized him at a glance; it was none other than Lai Shanzi.
His heart skipped a beat.
I had only ever heard of the imperial palace's prison, where one could enter but never leave.
At worst, I'll just die.
Are the people guarding this prison crazy?
They actually resorted to such ruthless methods.
This was the first time he had ever witnessed what it meant to be worse than dead.
Mu Junyao took two quick steps toward Lai Shanzi.
He wanted to reach out and touch him.
She had only reached halfway when she was frightened away by the sight of his body covered in cuts and bruises, not a single piece of good flesh remaining.
His fingertips froze in mid-air.
He dared not touch him.
He was afraid that even the slightest touch would cause him greater pain.
"Put him down!" Mu Junyao practically roared. "Who gave you permission to beat him like this? Who gave you that right?"
Mu Junyao's eyes were red, and his hand, which had been hovering in the air, fell tightly into a fist.
The next second.
He raised his hand and flicked it.
A heavy slap landed on the face of the person who was about to untie Lai Shanzi.
The jailer's face turned pale, and he immediately knelt on the ground: "Your Highness, spare us! Your Highness is just a servant. We only do what we are told to do. Your Highness, it's really not our fault!"
Mu Junyao's chest heaved heavily, his gaze turning icy cold.
The moment Lai Shanzi was put down.
She collapsed into Mu Junyao's arms.
Perhaps it was the pain emanating from his body that aggravated his nerves.
Lai Shanzi opened his eyes groggily.
He seemed to be identifying something, and gently touched Mu Junyao's face with his hand.
"Is it my imagination? Or am I already dead, and yet I'm seeing you?" Lai Shanzi said, a faint smile curving his lips.
"It's not my imagination, it's me. I'm sorry, it's all my fault." Mu Junyao's eyes were red, as if he was deliberately holding back something.
"No, it's not you, it definitely isn't." The faint smile on Lai Shanzi's lips gradually turned into a straight line: "I must be dreaming."
"How could it be a dream, Lai Shanzi? Open your eyes and look, it really is me." Mu Junyao seemed to want to get his attention and shook his arm hard.
It was just a slight sway.
Lai Shanzi gasped in pain.
Mu Junyao turned pale with fright and hurriedly let go of her hand: "Does it hurt a lot? This bunch of good-for-nothings actually dared to treat you so cruelly. I will definitely make them pay back ten times, no! a hundred times!"
Upon hearing this...
Lai Shanzi's pupils dilated sharply, and he turned around abruptly, his eyes flashing.
"It really is you!"
Mu Junyao nodded firmly: "I'm sorry, it's all my fault. I didn't protect you well."
Lai Shanzi raised his hand and gently stroked Mu Junyao's face: "Don't worry, I didn't say anything, they don't know anything. I know, I knew you would come to save me. I thought I wouldn't be able to wait."
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