The scattered stones on his head were slowly being moved aside, revealing patches of light. Many people held torches and gathered around him.,"Trash is trash, on his wedding day he comes to the brothel at night, driven by animal instincts, tearing off the clothes of the women in the brothel, almost causing a huge disaster. Heaven is unjust, why not take his life such a worthless person.",The madame was over forty, her face plastered with thick rouge. The cloying perfume she wore was almost overpowering, and her expression, a ghastly mask of death, made people recoil in disgust. She stood before Liu WuXie, shouting and gesticulating wildly.。