One must look closely, for within the altar was not fine wine, but a full vat of black blood, viscous with maggots, a small hand sticking out, contorted like a chicken claw.
"Now let's see if you can still bear it!"
Watching Sandu gasping for breath, Sun Wukong's smile grew wider, seemingly joyful, yet his eyes were filled with repressed murderous intent.
With the help of the Black Monkey Rune Seal.
He had long seen through the reality and illusions of the estate.
The fake mountain was piled up with skulls, oozing red blood, flowing into the dark, maggot-infested Blood Pool, while the scattered limbs rolled with the ripples.
Beneath the flowering garden's fruit trees lay rotting flesh; mosquitoes, flies, and maggots scurried everywhere, covering branches and leaves. The only tree not affected bore unripe, bitter, and sour green fruit—an orange hue.
