Memories flooded his mind. The headache was mounting but his gaze was peaceful. Blood vessels squeezed out from the walls and ground to curl around his body. The old man did not move, still standing before the glass tube. The blood drilled into his body and pulsed under his skin. They looked like snakes travelling to his brain. Just from the look of it, Chen Ge could imagine how painful it must have been, but the old man did not even frown. Chen Ge wanted to go help the old man, but he was in a less than positive situation himself. The monsters slammed crazily into the wall, and the arms with sewing marks tried to reach into the room to grab his body.
"Sir, you have to make it!"
