The woman had left already, and Lei Long was lying flat on the ground, panting like an ox.

I hurried to lift him up. He was so weak that he couldn’t even stand up on his own. He screamed in pain when I touched him.

I took his shirt off to check, and his whole upper body was covered in moldy spots. Some had even turned black.

It was a disgusting sight. He looked like a big chunk of pork that had been exposed to hot weather for a month.

Mucus was continuously oozing through the dried, cracked skin; the smell he was exuding was awful.

Li Mazi shivered when he saw this. I guessed he was picturing the same thing happening to his butt.

Lei Long weakly asked, “Grandmaster… Can you, can you satisfy my last request?”

“What’s that?”...