A Mouse in Human Hands

Without panicking, Jiang Yan followed his instincts, lifted his foot, and gently stepped down to the front left.

Pfft!

Without a sound, a deep pit suddenly appeared, five meters long and three meters wide, but more than ten meters deep. Its surface was glassy, as if it had been baked by intense heat.

Looking down into the dark pit, Jiang Yan glanced around and said with a hint of amusement in his voice,

"Come out. There's no point hiding from me."

With his modifier able to sense supernatural abilities, no matter how well something was concealed, it was useless. He could still sense it.

Thanks to that, Jiang Yan had avoided many dangers when his martial arts cultivation was still low, and had even gained quite a few benefits.

As soon as he finished speaking, an eye appeared above the pit—a round eye, with clearly distinct black and white.

It was only an eye. It had no head, no limbs, and no body to speak of.

At that moment, the eye stared at him without blinking. Deep in its sharply defined iris, a vivid, intense cruelty gleamed.

The next moment, Jiang Yan's vision blurred. His mind went hazy, and he found himself in a different place: a huge, dilapidated, decrepit manor.

"Oh? It can affect the soul and cast some kind of illusion?"

Jiang Yan rubbed between his brows, and his eyes instantly turned unfathomably deep.

"Then I'll have to experience it properly."

His thoughts shifted. Suddenly, he stamped hard on a blade of foxtail grass by his foot.

Squeak! Squeak!

The weed, which looked like nothing more than a bit of decoration, let out a sharp shriek. As it did, it leaped into the air, swelled up, and transformed into a vine that spread toward Jiang Yan.

"How cruel,