The Price of a Way Out

The moment the left eye left his body, Su Chenghe's exceptionally handsome face was already ruined.

Dark red blood flowed from the empty eye socket, spreading across his face before dripping down his cheeks onto the stretcher.

The small sphere rested in Second Personality's palm.

He took out a handkerchief and wiped the blood from it.

The red of the Eye Threads, the black of the pupil, and the white of the eyeball blended together, forming a horrifying yet exquisite pearl.

Second Personality slowly raised it, aiming the dilated pupil at Su Chenghe below.

Deprived of life, the left eye's pupil became an unusual mirror, reflecting that pain-ridden face.

Using it as a medium, another Su Chenghe gradually emerged within the eye, shifting from a blur into clarity.

But at that moment, Second Personality's hand suddenly trembled, and the eyeball fell into the iron bucket full of blood.

To his astonishment, the Bloody Water in the bucket was swaying.

After fishing the eyeball back out, he raised his head and looked around the room.

It was not him shaking, nor was it the Bloody Water. The entire house was trembling violently.

A drop of blood fell onto the pristine white tile floor, blooming into a dazzling rose.

Second Personality slowly turned his head and saw that the chef wearing sleeve protectors had blood dripping from his right eye.

As Su Chenghe's eye was dug out, Su Chef had undergone an identical mutation.

Its lifeless right eye began to bleed and fall away until it completely left its body.

The mirror image had reversed.

Now, it was exactly the same as Su Chenghe, except the injured eye was on the opposite side.

Using its remaining left eye, Su Chef looked at the barely breathing Su Chenghe and raised the sharp knife