Covered in scars, with a face full of blood and mud, Liu Zhizhong's appearance was no longer recognizable.
His singed hair, tangled with twigs, dead leaves, and silt, was a pitiful sight.
His tattered clothes and pants showed traces of excessive scorching.
Flies buzzed around him, landing in large swarms on his wounds, frantically feeding on blood and laying eggs.
Subtropical mosquitoes also gathered in waves to join the chaos.
Occasionally, a breeze would blow by, scattering the flies and mosquitoes. But soon after the wind passed, they returned.
Moreover, a significant number of blood-sucking leeches crawled over Liu Zhizhong, a truly terrifying sight.
He was tied with a parachute cord, hanging on the thick roots of a large tree suspended over the river, with sunlight streaming through dense foliage onto his body, forming an incredibly desolate figure.
