The calligraphy and painting stall beside him had fallen to the ground.
Each painting was soaked in black filthy blood.
The skinny owner who had just been sunbathing in the corner was now reduced to two severely decayed legs remaining in place.
The rotting flesh was crawling with white maggots.
A thick stench of decay filled the air, overwhelming the senses!
But this was only the beginning.
As the surrounding spaces synchronized with the time of the present world, their true appearances were revealed.
The peddler pushing the cart to sell goods was nowhere to be seen, leaving only a ground full of blood and rotting flesh.
The cart was overturned at the roadside and vanished without a trace.
The passersby on the street disappeared in an instant, leaving only dismembered limbs, pieces of flesh, and flies buzzing around them.
The neat houses by the roadside turned into ruins, many were buried alive within, unable to find peace in death.
