"Ah, ah, it hurts so much, it itches."
"It's killing me, save me, save me..."
"Ah, it's so hot."
"So cold."
"So itchy."
Zhang Jian was collapsing.
Inside his body, it felt as if thousands of ants were biting, gnawing at his flesh and blood, and he was sometimes cold like he'd fallen into an ice cave, and sometimes like he was being roasted on fire.
Worse than death.
Truly worse than death.
Yet, he couldn't do anything, not even rolling freely on the ground.
"Ughughugh, Grandpa, Zhang Xiaoshan, you're my real grandfather, spare me, I was wrong, I really know I was wrong."
"Ah, just kill me, give me a quick death, I'm begging you, kill me."
"Ah, Grandpa Zhang, spare me."
Zhang Jian was tortured to the point where he was babbling incoherently.
But Zhang Xiaoshan showed no reaction to his pleas.
"Too harsh?"
On the side, Qian Lai was already scared stiff.
Finally, Zhang Jian couldn't hold on and fainted.
