C278 Sick old man

To tell the truth, this seemingly ordinary yet seemingly mysterious cauldron in front of me was like a Pandora's box that was about to open. My mind kept thinking about what might appear, a head? A human hand?

In short, I could already imagine all the scenes in the horror movie that I had imagined.

A smelly, black, and oily smell floated over the soup, like a pot of boiling soup