He'd actually sensed an artistic quality to it.
Fu Qian had seen some unusual handicrafts before, such as a real carpet woven entirely from eyeballs.
But compared with what lay before him, it fell far short in three-dimensionality.
The whole thing was spread out so evenly, yet each individual eyeball moved with remarkable agility. The contrast made for an especially strange sight.
And the colors Fu Qian had mentioned weren't an exaggeration, either. Blue, green, brown, black—even red... The eyes clearly came from different individuals, a true feast for the eyes.
Clang—
Sadly, there was only so much time to admire art. At Fu Qian's reply, Zhao Ran gave a cold chuckle and put the heavy lid back in place.
Fu Qian didn't think he was being stingy, unwilling to let him look a little longer.
As he'd said earlier, the carpet of eyeballs was clearly full of life. After only a brief look, they were already stirring, trying to wriggle their way out.
"Believe me, I was just as shocked the first time I saw it...
"So, based on what you just said, did these people not only carve their names as losers after failing to find a way out, but also, in their extreme frustration, gouge out their eyes and throw them in there?"
When Fu Qian turned to look at him, Zhao Ran continued with a cold laugh, making a point of showing his empathy right away.
"It is an interesting sight. But since you've been here so long, you should have some idea of how this place works. Is it possible these eyeballs gathered here on their own, like those fingers and bones?"
Fu Qian wasn't so easily convinced. He casually demonstrated how much he knew about the place.
"Of course that's possible... After all, I