Jing Zhengwei still looked exactly as he had in life.
His clothes were soaked through with blood and rainwater, and the coarse cloth beneath him was wet over a large area;
His Steel-soled Boots were caked with mud, and his legs were covered in wounds. His riding breeches had practically become a pair of ripped trousers;
The fine clothes on his upper body had become filthy scraps of cloth. The exposed flesh was torn open and caked with mud;
His face was streaked with blood, half an ear was missing, and several scars ran from his eyes to the corners of his mouth. Those furrows looked as though someone had carved the flesh from his face with a knife, and his throat had completely dried out.
Le Yu almost sighed instinctively. "They really went all out."
When he had been beaten, he had felt as though he were about to become a filthy rag, but he had ultimately experienced little of it firsthand. It was like playing an RPG in first-person view. You knew you were close to death from the controller's vibrations, the red glow on the interface, and your empty health bar, but you had no idea how terrible you actually looked.
Perhaps it was because this was his own corpse, or perhaps because Le Yu was a debauched man who cared nothing for his body. Although the sight of Jing Zhengwei's corpse was intensely shocking, he did not feel afraid. He even wanted to move closer and examine it carefully.
"Yes, you really went all out." Qin Yueshi said this flatly as she stepped into the room and crouched down, examining Jing Zhengwei's dead face. "He died much more miserably than Jing Zhengwu."
Qin Yueshi.
Jing Zhengwu's fiancée.
Because Qin Leyin had planted the groundwork in her