The scene in the courtyard unfolded before his eyes.
Chen Ping's pupils slightly constricted, and blood vessels quietly crept across his eyes.
He saw that someone was already hanging from the branches of the locust tree in the courtyard.
The person had no clothes, already turned into a bloody gourd, with whip marks, knife marks, sword marks, densely covering his body.
Even though his eyes were wide open and his face distorted, Chen Ping still recognized that it was Little Stool.
His head was tilted, and his gaunt chest no longer rose and fell.
Chen Ping recalled how at the Earth God Temple, when dealing with Boss Yan, Little Stool saw the tall thin man named Li being knocked down by Zuo Duanshou, and he suddenly rushed forward, fiercely striking with a broken brick in his hand.
At that time, his face was also this ferocious and terrifying.
However, that time it was an extreme release, fighting for a brighter future.
And now, he was drifting in the wind, with no more future.
