These people are so cruel, how could they do this to an elderly man!
Zhong Lingling thought to herself, this old man is in such a state, he must be dead, right?
She looked around; besides that old man, there was nothing else here!
Seeing all kinds of instruments stuck on the old man's body, he seemed so pitiful! Zhong Lingling got a little closer, and when her gaze fixed on the old man's firm nose despite the wrinkles, she was dumbfounded.
How could this white-haired old man's profile resemble Yimo so much?
The more she looked, the more alike they seemed!
Face shape, nose shape, lip shape, even the ears were identical to Yimo's, the only difference was that this man was decades older than the dashing Yimo.
Zhong Lingling's heart skipped a beat! Oh my god, could this old man actually be Yimo, but tortured into this state by the Dragon Slaying Society?
