Outside the door on the ground, knelt a person bound with hemp rope.
The person's complexion was abnormally pale, one eye open, the other closed.
The head hung low, half-length hair messy and unkempt.
The fabric of his pants on his knees was worn through, revealing bloodied knees.
Clearly, he had been often mistreated and forced to kneel, and for a long time had not bathed, looking nearly as thin as a dried corpse...
I hadn't seen Lin Gang for a short period of time.
I hadn't expected him to be so wretched.
"Oh brother..." my mother murmured in a very low voice, her expression conflicted.
The person in front of her was Lin Gang, her once most beloved brother, yet also an accomplice in league with Xuanjing.
I immediately noticed something off about Lin Gang's skin.
There was a barely perceptible, very fine undulation moving under it, as if something was living beneath the skin.
