It entered Hao Zhi's eye, Hao Zhi's eye entered Fang Shenyan's eye, and thus the loop of clues was complete.
A bizarre, uncanny sensation spread from his right eye through his entire body. It seemed uncomfortable, yet not uncomfortable at all.
Fang Shenyan set down the Tape Recorder he had been holding between his fingers and removed his Black-rimmed Glasses. A spiderweb-like crack had appeared on the right lens.
He suspiciously spread open his right hand. Sawtooth-like magnetic tape, soaked in blood, was wrapped around his palm, while a milky-white eyeball lay obediently in its center.
The eyeball had been exceptionally active when it was first removed, but now it resembled a terminally ill patient barely clinging to life. An aura of death was taking tangible form around it.
A moment later, under Fang Shenyan's gaze, it turned into a pool of pus and blood and disappeared into his injured right hand.
He lightly tossed aside his glasses. Looking at the crack across them, Fang Shenyan recalled what had just happened.
There had been a flaw in Hao Zhi's attack. Fang Shenyan had seized the opportunity to remove one of his eyes and meet its gaze, thereby triggering the specific opening of the mysterious location.
During that second of eye contact, he had not noticed anything unusual. Yet the crack in the right lens suggested that something had stabbed straight into his right eye.
Fang Shenyan instinctively touched his right eye socket. He felt no discomfort, but cautiously took out his phone and switched to camera mode anyway.
A sharply defined, cold-featured face appeared on the screen. Even the few loose strands of hair could not conceal its one-of-a-kind aura.
However, his right eye displayed an inhuman trait—his right eyeball had turned white.
Fang Shenyan frowned and first looked up