The person tied to the wooden post writhed, struggling desperately to break free.
But his body was bound tightly by ropes, and his hands were tied behind his back. Escape was impossible.
His struggles only earned him the roaring laughter of the five men.
"Struggle all you want. Sweating before you die means we'll need less salt..." a one-eyed man by the fire said in a hoarse voice. "Who are you!?"
He had spotted Shen Feng's figure.
The men building the roasting rack immediately stood up and turned to look at Shen Feng.
Some had tumors on their faces, others had split lips or crooked features. Their limbs were also somewhat mutated. The firelight illuminated their ragged cloaks, making them look like the Five Brothers of Hell, good friends of the Three Sisters of Hell.
"Hahaha, it's food! And a horse! No, two horses!"
"Dinner's delivering itself!"
"By the grace of the God of the East Wind, get him!"
