Eighteenth level of hell, horse bit, White Ape, Marquis Xingyi...
Scenes flickered wildly one after another.
"Ah! Ah!"
Blood vessels climbed into the whites of his eyes, Jian Zhongyi held his head, kneeling on the ground, screaming in agony.
Three years, three years!
Passersby seemed indifferent, only noticing King Huai suddenly halt, lowering his head to look at something.
Curious, they glanced over, seeing nothing but two ants.
Jian Zhongyi went mad, got up to push the stalls, his illusory hands passed through people, shouting, screaming to destroy, to vent, yet couldn't even topple an old man.
For a long time.
Jian Zhongyi, hair disheveled, eyes vacant, slumped back down.
"Old Jian, you're very clever, very bold. I shouldn't need to explain, you understand, right?"
Jian Zhongyi opened his mouth, a flash of insight, his mind racing violently, and then saw Liang Qu pointing and coming, pupils widened in shock, squeezing out the last bit of energy, opened his mouth...
