This time, Shangguan Zai decided to get rid of this guy while he had heavy weapons in hand.
In name, he is still a mercenary.
The interrogation continued, and in that dim dungeon, one lackey after another, who looked like no human, were thrown together.
The final outcome for these worthless lackeys after the trial was execution to comfort their dead compatriots.
When Zhou Bao entered the dungeon with a flashlight, wow, the scene was quite eye-catching!
It feels like entering a pig pen.
In the dark and damp cell, the tortured lackeys huddled in the corner, their bodies shaking constantly.
Their clothes were already torn to pieces, barely covering their bodies, and their exposed skin was covered with all kinds of shocking scars.
Their faces were covered in bruises and were so swollen that they were almost unrecognizable.
Only one of their eyes was open; the other was tightly closed, surrounded by bruises, and their eyes were filled with pain and despair.
His lips were cracked, the blood had dried, and a trace of white foam mixed with blood hung from the corner of his mouth.
If you look closely, you can see that their chests are rising and falling rapidly, and every breath seems extremely difficult.
There were clearly visible scars on the ribs, as if the bones were broken.
The whip marks on his back were crisscrossed, bloody and mangled, and in some places one could even see the bones.
Some people's wrists were rubbed to the point of being torn and blood was dripping from their fingertips.
His legs slumped limply to the ground, the skin at his knees rubbed off, revealing his white bones.
It can be said that the people abandoned here are no longer in human form, as if they are just a broken, discarded doll, and the breath of life is gradually weakening in this endless torture.
Because of Zeng Qi's reminder, Zhou Bao came here to pick up bargains.
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