The cargo wagon had no cover, leaving the sun to beat directly down on their faces. It wasn't long before everyone’s skin was flushed red from the heat.
Song Zhenqing was bound so tightly that he could only wiggle slightly. Yu Younian stepped on his face and barked, "Be still! You're wriggling like a maggot."
Song Zhenqing wanted to protest that he was not a maggot, but his mouth was stuffed with a rag that reeked of dust and grime. He was on the verge of losing his mind.
Chapter 174