The bloody foam churned and something gradually emerged into his line of sight. The camera continued to film everything faithfully, sending it to the monitor on the other side; The instant the director identified the face, his pupils abruptly shrank into thin needles and a look of horror rained onto his ghastly pale face.
"Director?" the assistant's worried voice came from the side.
His eyes however, never moved away from the monitor, as if he had been locked in place by fear.
Chu Yi slowly lowered his head. The turbid sea water could not reflect his face. In the depths of the murky sea, there was a flash of scarlet, a bloody face filled with resentment - this face looked to be peeled off, or rather had been boiled off and the only things left of its facial features were deep holes. The pits where the flesh and blood had been scalded, and the uneven flesh and blood crawling with long strips, like blood vessels or bloody red earthworms.
