The miserable prisoner

Kalala ... Kalala ...

Soon, Supreme Xuanhu brought a prisoner from the dungeon, who was chained up.

The prisoner's hair was disheveled, and his face and body were covered in blood. Even his face could not be seen clearly.

His clothes were tattered, and his body was covered in scars. He seemed to have suffered a lot.

The scariest thing was that the man's left arm was like a zombie's limb, with scattered rotten flesh hanging from the White bones.

All the way to his left shoulder, he could see the signs of treatment. The rotten flesh did not continue to extend along his shoulder, otherwise, he would not have been able to save his life!

"Come on, Chen Zhufeng! I'm here to see your patient!"

Supreme Xuanhu threw the prisoner in front of Chen Xiaobei and said, " &Quot; this man's left hand was seriously injured. Due to improper treatment, the wound was inflamed, suppurated, and ulcerated. His flesh and blood were corroded until only white bones were left! &Quot;