Two glass containers were filled with a bloody mess. Both had pieces of blood, mass, and even bones attached as it was pasted across the glass. Some pieces of chopped organs could also be stuck to the glass inside.
They were both thoroughly ground into the machine.
Xie Ai put his hand on his mouth as a bile of vomit rose up to his throat, urging him to puke out. He swallowed as he took deep breaths. When he finally couldn't watch anymore, he closed his eyes, still trembling a little.
Thankfully, he had little Yu Chen with him at the moment, who said, "Xie Ai, don't look. Think about what happened in that illusion."
"W-what?" Xie Ai opened his eyes and glanced at the man, and his eyes were full of disbelief. "You're still thinking about that?!"
