Change Your Glasses

—Mian Guan Yi Yi must have been afraid that, after getting older, he would forget the exact location of the things he buried. That was why he'd left a Cosmos here as a marker.

As Okiya Subaru instinctively pondered this, he crouched down and carefully dug in the spot Uzo had indicated, choosing only a very narrow area. He arranged the unearthed soil beside him in the order it had been removed.

Before long, he suddenly felt the tip of the shovel hit something hard.

Okiya Subaru froze. He set aside the dirt and the Folding Shovel, then switched to digging with his hands to avoid damaging an object that could be used as leverage.

Beneath the slightly damp soil, a strangely shaped object soon emerged. It resembled a round hollow, covered in filthy debris, with faint traces of white visible through the exposed area.

"...?!"

Okiya Subaru stared at it in confusion for a few moments, then abruptly stiffened. His heart began pounding violently.

He suddenly understood what he had dug up. Sunken eye sockets, a collapsed nose—half a face, rotten enough to expose part of the skull. It appeared to belong to a woman. Her dyed hair was tangled over the side of her face, smeared with dirt, filthy and horrifying.

Fear and revulsion toward the corpses of one's own kind were instincts shared by most people.

Cold sweat seeped into Okiya Subaru's palms, and he instinctively wanted to back away.

But before he could stand, a hand suddenly settled on the back of his neck, interrupting his plan to flee.

—At some point, Uzo had crouched beside him, like an insubstantial vengeful spirit, radiating a chilling gloom. The hand on his neck was like a venomous snake slithering over him, its poisonous touch creeping along until its