The man on the rack was barely alive.
He hung his filthy head low, letting out a series of hoarse, low laughter.
"Kill me! I can't wait to have a swift death!"
The man raised his head, the chains piercing his collarbone clinking with the movement.
His eyes were bloodshot, his tortured body reduced to skin and bones.
Now, he stared intently at Zheng Jin, his face full of mocking ridicule.
"The Bodhi Pearl can bring endless wealth and longevity, but you, Zheng Jin, will never find its whereabouts in this lifetime!"
The man spat a mouthful of blood: "You eunuch are not worthy!"
"You!" Zheng Jin's eyes were on the verge of tearing apart.
He turned around and drew a treasure sword from the guard's waist.
He was about to swing it at the man's head!
Suddenly!
A guard burst into the dark chamber: "Master, something's wrong!"
Zheng Jin's eyes were already bloodshot with anger: "What is it? Tell me after I kill him!"
