Zhengwei Jing still kept the appearance he had when he was alive.
His whole body's clothes had been soaked with blood and rain, and the burlap used to cushion him was already drenched through;
The steel-toed boots were caked with mud, his legs bore multiple wounds, and what had started out as a decent pair of riding pants had nearly turned into a pair of holey rags;
The luxurious shirt on his upper body was now just scraps of filthy, tattered cloth, the exposed skin underneath was raw and bloody, covered with grime;
His face was crisscrossed with blood, half an ear was gone, and several scars ran from his eyes to the corners of his mouth. Those grooves seemed like someone had dug out flesh with a chisel on his face, and his throat had completely dried up.
Leyu almost blurted out, "Damn, they really went to town on him."
