Song Qiuli was already ready to be surprised, but after seeing this face, he was still startled, and he couldn't help but vomit.

However, this is not the most terrifying.

At this moment, the man was sitting peacefully on a large stone opposite, huddled in a ball, like a statue carved out of rotten wood.

Even if it is a statue, there will be expressions of joy, anger, sadness, or happiness on the face, but there is no expression on this person's face at all.

Because whether it was joy, anger, sorrow, or happiness, his face was completely replaced by high protruding bones, and his whole person had completely turned into a skeleton wrapped in a skin.

The clothes on his body are even more tattered, I don't know how many years he has been wearing, and he can no longer see the original color and texture of the material.

It is not so much a garment as a strand of cloth wrapped around the body, none of which is complete, none of which is explained, and even when it is gently blown by the wind, it will fall off piece by piece.

On top of that, there was a foul stench on his body, similar to the water in the pool, like a mass of moldy algae that had been soaked for too long.

Although Song Qiuli was trying hard to endure his emotions, in the end, he couldn't help but vomit, holding on to the rock, he couldn't help but vomit out his intestines.

He vomited, not because of the man's appearance, nor because of the unpleasant smell that emanated from the man's body, but because of himself.

Because it had already occurred to him that maybe in the near future, in a year, or two years, no, even half a year, or even three months, he himself would become like this.

As soon as he remembered that he had become like this in the end, he couldn't help but vomit.

The man seemed to have expected him to become like this, so he didn't feel angry, and the muscles at the corners of his mouth moved slightly, and he didn't know whether he was angry or laughing.

The man pointed to his body and said coldly: Now, you have seen my appearance, so how did you feel when you saw my appearance?

Song Qiuli tried his best to calm down his emotions and stop thinking nonsense, but the more he didn't want to, the more cranky he became.

He glanced at the man, just glanced at it, then quickly looked away, and then said in a deep voice: I think the predecessors must have suffered a lot.

Song Qiuli was originally a very proud and conceited person, but I don't know why, when facing this person, I had an indescribable feeling in my heart.

In the face of this person, all the pride and conceit are thrown away, leaving only a childlike dependence and admiration.

This kind of feeling can only be felt when he was a child when he was facing his father and brother, and Song Qiuli seemed to feel strange to himself, how could he suddenly have this feeling.

Hearing Song Qiuli's words, the man suddenly burst out laughing, his laughter was sharp and sharp, like the sound of metal when it is sharpened on a stone.

Although the voice was harsh and terrifying, but with an indescribable sadness and sadness, he put his hands up and pointed to the boundless darkness in this cave:

In the past twenty years, in this cave, the torture I have suffered can not only be described as suffering, even if it is the eighteenth layer of hell, it is nothing more than that.

Song Qiuli did not deny it.

The man was still laughing, but it didn't look like a laugh at all, it was like a beast in a trap wailing, roaring, cursing.

No one can describe how terrible a roar and curse with laughter is, and it can only make people feel shocked and desperate.

The man's tone suddenly calmed down again, and he continued, "Actually, I also know that the way I am now can scare away the most terrible ghosts in hell.

However, if you are seriously injured and pushed down this cliff for hundreds of feet, without food or drink, and you soak in this stinky pool for dozens of days, I believe you will become like this.

In the past, I was not only not ugly at all, but even a beautiful man like you, I think this is something you can't imagine at all.

Although Song Qiuli could imagine it, he refused to think about it, because he knew that after a certain day, he would become like him.

After hearing this, although he tried his best to make a very calm appearance, his heart had already begun to tremble, and said:

It can be seen that the martial arts of my predecessors should be above me, why did I fall from above, I didn't fall to my death, and I didn't even fall out of any serious injuries, but you, senior, ......

The man's voice was surprisingly calm, like duckweed in the water, and he said, "That's because I was seriously injured before I fell from it."

Speaking of this, the man laughed miserably, the protruding bones on his face seemed to tremble, and said in a deep voice: At that time, I also thought that I was going to die this time, a person who was already seriously injured, fell from such a high place, and he would definitely die.

However, as if God had seen my misery and couldn't bear to let me die like this and help me in secret, I just fell into this stinky pool, so I didn't fall to my death.

And although the water in this stinky pool is smelly, full of aquatic plants, rotten leaves, and even animal corpses, although it does not smell pleasant, it has the effect of some kind of potion.

After a day of soaking in it, the flesh wounds and broken bones I had suffered slowly healed, and although they were not completely healed, they kept me alive.

Let me survive, I don't know if God is helping me or deliberately torturing me, can you imagine how I survived these 20 years?

Song Qiuli can imagine it.

Because he himself has been boiling in the vegetable garden of the Golden Villa for twenty years, although there is sunshine there and a certain degree of freedom, but he can completely feel the feeling of suffering.

The man suddenly shook his head, as if he was smiling bitterly, and said, "Alas, why am I telling you so much, anyway, it won't be long before you can understand it."

Song Qiuli didn't seem to hear what he was saying, because he had been thinking about a question, a question that had always puzzled him.

I thought about it for a long time, but I really couldn't think of an answer, so I said: I listened to the tone of my predecessor just now, and I seem to be very familiar with Bai Qingyi, the second son of the Golden Villa, could it be that you are ...... Also the person who threw the gold at the villa?

Hearing this, the man's originally dry and peeling face suddenly emitted an indescribable light, a light of pride and conceit, which only those who have experienced glory and dreams can have.

The man turned around, faced Song Qiuli, pointed at himself, and said, "Take a closer look to see if I look like Bai Qingyi?"

At this time, Song Qiuli had completely adapted to the stimulation of the bright light that had just ignited in the cave, so he rubbed his eyes vigorously, wanting to see more clearly.

However, no matter how hard he looked at it, he couldn't see from his shriveled and shriveled face what was similar to Bai Qingyi, and he couldn't help but feel sad in his heart.