Even through the screen, Yun Ya seemed to smell that scent, causing her eyebrows to knit tightly.
The burly man placed the clay pot on the table, put his hands on his hips, and paced around the room. Finally, gritting his teeth, he smashed the pot...
"Crash." With the sound of the pot shattering, its hidden contents finally saw the light of day.
A bloody, indistinct mass, requiring keen eyesight to recognize it as a person.
Seeing that mass, Yun Ya suddenly bent over, clutching her chest with one hand, and began to retch violently.
Her stomach was empty, and she could only vomit some bile.
Having grown accustomed to corpses and human organs, Yun Ya should have been unaffected by such sights, but the thought of it being Yun Shu made her unable to control the nausea in her stomach.
"Fucking hell, how unlucky do I have to be to end up with such a disgusting mess...." The man grumbled, pulling out a syringe from his bag, filling it with liquid, and directly injecting it.
