Both his arms and one of his legs dangled at odd angles. He couldn't use his right hand to soothe his aching left, nor could he use his left to support his aching right. His right leg swung loosely from the knee.
His heavy frame was tensed, his arms held rigid. He tried to balance on one leg, but waves of pain, first from one limb then another, were so intense that he passed out. He fell with a THUD, landing right on his injured side. The impact on his three broken limbs shocked him awake, only for the agony to make him pass out again.
Even Zhu Yun winced in sympathy for him.
When the group arrived at the "battlefield," they found Lin Jin at the door, staring into the room in utter disbelief. Old Mrs. Wang stood inside like a stone pillar, and at her feet was a puddle of steaming, acrid-smelling yellow liquid.
A large man lay on the floor, his arms and leg twisted into grotesque, unsettling positions.
