C603 The Great Art of Self-deception

In the seams of his hands, slivers of turbid flesh began to flow down...

It didn't seem to be pure blood either... All sorts of things interweaved together, appearing somewhat disgusting...

Sam Moreels hurriedly put down the pair of shoes on his feet and then changed into another pair. It was too damn disgusting.

The strength and speed of the kick just now..