Little Taotie couldn't bring himself to speak, so he chose to take him there and let him see for himself.
Little Taotie went searching based on his memory of that container, in a Container Area filled with red containers, one that looked neither new nor old, quite inconspicuous.
"Why did you bring me here?" Wandering Spirit asked, puzzled, but as he approached the container, an indescribable violent emotion surged in his eyes, which instantly turned blood-red.
"Calm down first."
Little Taotie scratched his head, feeling a bit helpless.
He had just brought him close to the container, without even seeing the abandoned surgical table inside, yet he was already overwhelmed.
"Here..." Wandering Spirit felt a bit nauseous: "It makes me physically uncomfortable."
Little Taotie tilted his head: "You've forgotten again, you're already dead."
Wandering Spirit's tone shifted: "Here... it makes my soul nauseous."
Little Taotie nodded in agreement: "I find it disgusting too."
