When the two brothers met again, it was outside the Inspectorate's prison.
The autumn wind was carefree, blowing the flags into a swirl.
Shen Wenyan and Uncle Ya staggered forward, supporting the unconscious Lu Zhiyuan as they walked slowly.
"Ah Nu!"
Shen Wenxing hurriedly approached, seeing Lu Zhiyuan's mouth full of blood, his arms and hands gone, replaced by ragged clothes wrapped around his arms.
Fresh blood had soaked through the clothes, turning dark purple.
"Uh ah uh!"
Uncle Ya gestured with his hands, pointing to Lu Zhiyuan, with a face full of sorrow and urgency.
"Ah Nu, how is Master?"
Shen Wenyan looked up, tears suddenly falling from his eyes.
"Big brother, save Master."
He himself had been flogged twenty times, his body wounded, and saying this seemed to have exhausted all his strength. After speaking, he collapsed to the ground, weeping.
"Master?"
Shen Wenxing carefully received Lu Zhiyuan, calling out softly, but Lu Zhiyuan showed no response.
