The sound of rolling wheels weighing down on the ground travelled in this direction.
Qiao Mu and Mo Lian raised their heads and saw people carting out three humongous grills.
These so-called grills were in fact fire spits skewered with three people. Two normal people with benumbed expressions stood on either side of the grills, continuously turning the fire spits.
Qiao Mu almost threw up just from a glance, and she abruptly buried her head into the crown prince's embrace.
Although the crown prince was also extremely nauseated, nothing could be discerned from his expression as he coldly gazed at this crowd of madly laughing monsters.
Those three people were already disfigured beyond recognition. Their bodies were dripping with blood, and the sound of sizzling fat could be heard. It was obvious that they had already been roasted for a long time and were deader than a doornail.
