When Huangfu Yi opened his eyes, the sun was already high in the sky, the scorching sunlight burning painfully on his face. He tried to lift his hand but found himself still unable to move. Initially, he thought the effects of the medicine hadn't worn off, but then he realized he was nailed to a prisoner cart, his neck and scapula shackled, only his head exposed, locked facing the sky, with his hands and feet pierced by wooden nails, leaving him standing bolt upright.
"Water, water..."
"Shut up!"
"Smack!"
A sudden loud crack came from his left ear, a whip snake-like struck his lips, immediately tearing Huangfu Yi's skin open, blood spraying from his mouth and nose, his whole face losing sensation, almost fainting from the pain.
Huangfu Yi was lashed with such agony, unable to speak, his entire body weak and limp, could only grit his teeth and swallow the iron-tasting blood back down his throat.
At this moment, someone on his right spoke,
