Let Me Take It from Here

Yang Yu immediately slapped him on the back. "You're right, you're a voyeur."

Every time that eye appeared, it was incredibly alluring.

"So what do you think voyeurs fear most?"

"Are you afraid of being exposed to light? Or of being exposed?"

However, the second option proved to be unfeasible because they couldn't make eye contact with it; they were afraid of light.

Both of them carried a backpack containing emergency supplies, including a flashlight.

Although they can see in the dark, some places, or some Ghost Domain, are simply unreasonable.

Once, someone encountered a strange creature during a mission. It moved incredibly fast, and only when a strong light shone on it would its movements slow down.

That time, he didn't bring any items that could emit light; the only thing that could emit light, his cell phone, was casually left in his car outside the Ghost Domain.

Ultimately, this resulted in the Contract Anomalist being severely injured before he was able to take in the strange creature.

Later, the Anomaly Containment Association stipulated that when Contract Anomalist went on a mission, he must carry a backpack containing various emergency supplies prepared by the logistics personnel.

Food, water, and medicine are also essential.

Zhao Hun pulled out a flashlight from his bag. This flashlight had adjustable brightness; the highest setting was so bright that it could blind even those who weren't afraid of light, let alone those who weren't.

"Alright, everything is ready, except for this."

It was probably Zhao Hun's slash that injured the opponent to some extent, or perhaps they were wary of the few Contract Anomalist.

That eye never appeared.

They couldn't just sit here and wait.

So Yang Yu came up with a terrible idea, "Perhaps, a few of us grown men aren't very attractive to it? Maybe if a woman comes along, it will appear."

The Daoist stood there with his arms crossed.

The two of them couldn't help but look at the Daoist Daoist.

After all, of the three people present, only the Daoist priest had long hair and was wearing ancient red clothing.

It seems only Daoist is suitable for this role.

However, neither of them dared to bring it up, because the Daoist priest was their leader and Daoist strength far surpassed theirs.

What if they tell and get beaten up?

Yang Yu didn't lower his voice intentionally, Daoist naturally heard him.

He stroked his chin, and after a moment's thought, he felt that Yang Yu's words made some sense. "You're right, you should go and lure it out, after all, your abilities are more suited to this task."

Yang Yu never expected that his terrible idea would end up harming him, and he couldn't even refute it.

After all, his abilities are indeed more suited to being this kind of decoy.

Of course, aside from Zhao Hun, Yang Yu didn't believe the Daoist had no means of evasion, but as the saying goes, whoever is stronger is the boss.

Yang Yu had no choice but to obediently accept the task.

Zhao Hun stood to the side, laughing so hard his whole body trembled, trying his best to hold back his laughter, his face turning red and his expression extremely distorted.

Yang Yu cursed and then started rummaging through the room for clothes.

The original plan was that if I couldn't find women's clothing, I would use the excuse of not having suitable clothes to find another solution.

As a result, when the closet in the room was opened, it was filled with all kinds of women's clothing.

With a pained expression, Yang Yu reluctantly chose a suitable dress, and without even taking off her inner clothes, she simply put it over her head.

It looks somewhat incongruous.

However, since the eerie creature isn't very intelligent, it probably won't be able to figure it out.

"Pfft~~" Zhao Hun finally couldn't help but burst out laughing. He clutched his stomach, his mouth twisted in laughter.

Just as he was about to take out his phone to take a picture of Yang Yu looking like this and send it to their group chat.

Startled by Yang Yu's twisted, fierce, almost murderous gaze, he had no choice but to raise his hands in surrender, no longer daring to take out his phone.

Yang Yu was wearing a short skirt over a normal shirt and trousers.

Wandering around in the corridor.

That eye was probably really hungry; even with such a perfunctory disguise, it still attracted its attention.

Another eye silently appeared through a crack in the door, staring intently at Yang Yu.

After sensing the arrival of that strange aura, Yang Yu turned his head, pretending to look at it.

Yang Yu turned his head and met the eyes of that person.

The eye was filled with malice, its gaze fixed firmly on Yang Yu. Yang Yu turned on the flashlight and shone it directly into the eye.

The eye bled considerably from the strong light.

Yang Yu, who was staring at it, suddenly had his eyes disappear as well.

Even though he had already experienced it once, the pain of losing his eyes still made Yang Yu scream, and the eyes, illuminated by the bright light, finally revealed their true form.

It squeezed out from the crack in the door, blood dripping from its entire eye; it was clear that the bright light had caused it considerable damage.

It pounced on Yang Yu with incredible speed.

Not only was Zhao Hun caught off guard, but Yang Yu himself also didn't have time to dodge.

At the critical moment, the Daoist wielded his peach wood sword and stabbed it into the eye, but the eye suddenly burst open, turning into a pool of blood.

Hearing the sound of an eyeball bursting, Yang Yu assumed the monster had been dealt with. Despite the pain, he tried to "open" his eyes.

No, his eyes are gone.

But then, a real eye appeared before him, fitting perfectly into Yang Yu 'Yang Yu eye socket.

Yang Yu thus gained a brief moment of vision; he "saw" it again, and the next instant, Yang Yu's entire brain exploded...

Yang Yu's brain twitched; the intense pain and dizziness from using his ability made him somewhat disoriented.

He didn't turn around to look at the eye, but instead shone his flashlight in the strange direction and turned it on to the highest setting with a snap.

The eyes, illuminated by the bright light, emitted a foul, bloody odor.

All three of them could smell the aroma.

However, they all carefully avoided making eye contact.

"It's out."

Yang Yu said, his voice trembling.

The throbbing pain in his brain lingered for a long time, so he had no choice but to endure the pain and use his ability again.

After all, only he could have predicted this strange action.

Zhao Hun noticed his unusual behavior and was about to say something.

The Daoist suddenly appeared in front of Yang Yu, stopping his movements.

"Alright, you did a good job. Now let me take over."

The Daoist brandished his peach wood sword and charged forward.

His eyes were clearly covered, but his movements were not restricted at all; in fact, he moved with great agility and speed.

He wielded the peach wood sword with great skill and flair.