Looking at the steaming dishes in the large bowl,
and at Yu Ze's severed arm,
this scene dug out memories from the depths of Youzhen's brain. It had happened before, and she had witnessed the whole process.
This is a completely different kind of fear,
not like that sinister, strange, death kind; it's a physiological fear that makes one's whole body convulse in discomfort.
Youzhen almost wanted to vomit,
but she quickly controlled her internal state with silk threads, suppressing the reflux of stomach acid to maintain a normal appearance.
Vomiting here and ruining dinner would have unimaginable consequences.
Youzhen glanced at Luo Di beside her and found that his state seemed wrong too, having no reaction to the scene in front of him, just sitting there dumbfounded as if petrified with fear.
Youzhen looked back at Yu Ze's severed hand,
but this time she seemed to notice something and quickly averted her gaze back to the dining table.
The dinner process continued,
