Xiao Zeyu squatted on the ground and looked at the dying Wan Qingzhi. His back was a bloody mess, and the skin on his back had been peeled off. Xiao Zeyu's voice was deep but unquestionable,
"Tell me, and I'll give you a quick death."
Wan Qingzhi fell silent when he heard Xiao Zeyu's question. Xiao Zeyu didn't waste any more time with him, standing up and ordering the soldiers,
"Drag him down and skin him all over."
"No, no, I'll tell you, but I only have one request. If I tell you, give me a quick death."
Wan Qingzhi's eyes were filled with terror when he heard that he was going to be skinned again. He anxiously called out to Xiao Zeyu. He didn't ask him to let him go. He already had a disability now. He didn't want to humiliate himself. He wanted to die.
"Sure, I was going to tear you apart. Since you're willing to cooperate, I'll leave your corpse intact."