Chapter 1645: Curse and Mathematics
Something like this?
Fu Qian knew exactly what that prompt meant, just as he knew that the reflection in the mirror wasn't his own.
Something that could copy a wound onto him simply by taking on his face.
Creepy, but not entirely unprecedented. Take Agent Bro from the Fallen Guest's nightmare, for example.
An entity that could forcibly make him lose Sanity Value?
Terrifying, certainly, but he'd seen plenty of those.
But knowing about Sanity Value, using its proper name out loud, and actually making the words take effect so that he lost some—now that was truly chilling to think about.
This trip really hadn't been in vain.
"What should I call you?"
Even after losing two lives, Fu Qian didn't rush to act. Instead, he stayed where he was and kept trying to communicate.
"Heh heh heh..."
Unfortunately, the person in the mirror clearly still had a few bad habits when it came to putting on a mysterious act.
Not only did he fail to answer Fu Qian's question, but in the next moment he held out his right hand, almost pressing it against the mirror.
"You don't need them, do you?"
The two eyeballs, still connected to their optic nerves, rolled slightly with the movement, turning to look this way.
The resolution wasn't great, but you really did a shoddy job of this.
Fu Qian lowered his head and met all four eyes, silently commenting.
Just like when he'd cut himself apart earlier, this act of gouging out both his eyes hadn't pulled out his own corresponding eyes, but it hadn't left him entirely unaffected either.
The moment the other eyes were torn out, it seemed his own optic nerves had gone dead too.
Even now, his tenacious self-healing ability had only managed