The Fine Eyeball of Seven Mutations

The sudden question startled the Cavefolk. He had only intended to swindle some money, but he hadn't expected this question. Judging from the young man's shrewd expression, he was clearly an expert.

The mutated eyes of Cavefolk are a significant source of income for their tribes. Many Cavefolk tribes try to cultivate these mutated Cavefolk, since Cavefolk don't rely on their eyes anyway.

Naturally, they would sell their eyes for resources, but the reality is quite different; the Cavefolk valued the mutated eyes more than anyone else.

The Blinding Curse carried by the mutated eyes is one of the few extraordinary powers possessed by the Cavefolk. Through their continuous exploration, the Cavefolk have been able to induce varying degrees of mutation in the eyes, and these mutations are even within their control.

This is one of the few shamans in the entire tribe.

As for those sold to outsiders, most of them are eyes that have failed to mutate, while the good stuff in the eyes of experts is obviously those that have undergone multiple mutations.

Five silver coins, requiring at least five mutations, this level of eyeball is rare in the tribe.

"Alive? Who are you?" The Cavefolk sized up Li Ziran, trying to figure out the young man's identity.

"Do you have any in stock?" Li Ziran asked directly. He wouldn't waste time, nor did he need to explain his identity.

"Yes, but..." the Cavefolk hesitated.

Upon hearing this, Li Ziran emerged from the bathtub and smiled faintly at the other person, saying, "Want a drink? This isn't the place to talk."

Without waiting for the other party's consent, he went straight up the stairs to the next floor, ordered two glasses of rum from the short-tailed woman, and sat down in a corner.

Sure enough, the Cavefolk followed shortly after. Li Ziran was overjoyed; it seemed the deal was about to go through.

"It's mutated several times already." Li Ziran had just sat down when he handed over a wine glass and asked directly.

Mutation, as Li Ziran quoted the Cavefolk, is more accurately described as evolution in the field of Organ Witch Doctor. Just as elements break down and recombine to form new elements, the eyes can also advance under certain circumstances, or new chains may appear in the Necromantic Formation.

Although the names are different, the nature is the same.

The Cavefolk stretched out his hand and said softly, "Five times, but the other party's identity is not simple."

"Oh, so it can't be done?" Li Ziran said regretfully. "I was hoping that each mutation would add another one, and I happen to have a bottle of Revival Potion on hand. Of course, if the mutation level is high, I might be able to help you a little." As he spoke, he stared intently at the other person, "Like, implanting one in you."

"What?" The Cavefolk didn't understand.

"Eyes, the mutated eyes of you Cavefolk. I only need one, and I can transplant the rest to you. I can see that you have a mutated eye, but it's not very advanced. Now, is it still difficult?" Li Ziran was very direct. In this kind of business, there was no room for beating around the bush. He had to offer the other party an irresistible offer as soon as he spoke.

Of course, more importantly, it gives the other person confidence, letting them know that what they need is not easy to obtain.

"Who are you? Can you help me transplant my eyes?" The Cavefolk, somewhat skeptical.

Li Ziran took a sip of rum and laughed, "It doesn't matter who it is, what matters is that I can do it. You have to believe in the promise of a Grand Witch Doctor."

"The... the Grand Witch Doctor?" The Cavefolk stammered. Having lived in the Wasteland, he had naturally heard of Witch Doctor who harvested organs.

The Grand Witch Doctor, in particular, is said to possess the magical ability to freely switch between different organs.

But he couldn't believe that a Grand Witch Doctor could be so young.

"Please do." Li Ziran stood up.

"What?" The Cavefolk was still somewhat bewildered.

"Let's get started. The sooner we act, the more at ease everyone will feel," Li Ziran said with a smile.

The Cavefolk was still hesitant, seemingly unable to believe that he had encountered a Grand Witch Doctor, but when he thought of the legendary Grand Witch Doctor's ability to transplant organs at will, he couldn't help but be tempted.

Power in the Cavefolk tribe was held by those with highly mutated eyes. If someone had a highly mutated eye, they could gain greater power and perhaps even control the entire tribe.

This is an opportunity, but the thought of the troubles that might come makes me a little timid.

To fight or not to fight.

While they were still hesitating, Li Ziran had already left the Windmill and was about to disappear completely. The Cavefolk panicked and hurriedly ran after him.

Hearing the hurried footsteps, Li Ziran smiled smugly. This little trick to expedite a deal was indeed effective in business. He had thought he would have to use a couple more tricks.

"Come with me, and be careful," the Cavefolk carefully warned. He was cautious, or rather, afraid. Although he had no eyes, his head kept turning around, like a thief wary of everything around him.

Li Ziran didn't care. Even if something really happened, this small tribe couldn't do anything to him. Following the Cavefolk, he unknowingly arrived deep inside the underground town. There were no shops here, and it was obviously much quieter.

Unusually, at this moment the Cavefolk straightened up, and just as Li Ziran was wondering, a group of Cavefolk carrying spears came out from around the corner.

"Is everything alright?" the Cavefolk asked the patrolling soldiers first.

"No, everything is normal!"

"Alright, increase vigilance. The Kamen Tribe is coming today; let's prevent any trouble."

"Yes, Captain!"

Looking at the Cavefolk's intimidating demeanor, Li Ziran couldn't help but laugh. The two states were completely different; he really hadn't expected the other party to be a minor leader.

However, this made things easier. None of the soldiers investigated Li Ziran's identity. They simply followed behind the Cavefolk and encountered three groups of soldiers along the way, but he managed to fool them all.

Unbeknownst to them, they had arrived at the deepest part of the underground town. There was only one cave here, and the door to the cave was made of rare poplar wood, a type of wood that is not commonly found in the Wasteland.

Clearly, the other party is not a simple person.

The minor leader stood at the door, gently pushed it open a crack, and in the dim light, he could see a yellowish quilt. From under the quilt, he could faintly hear a coughing sound, sounding very old.

"Is it okay?" Seemingly unsure, she turned to ask Li Ziran.

"How many times has it mutated?" Li Ziran asked again.

"Seven times." The Cavefolk changed his wording this time, but he was very firm, as if he wanted to say that it was seven silver coins.

Li Ziran was overjoyed. Didn't they just say five times? Seven mutations could completely achieve the effect of permanent Blinding.

This person is equivalent to Advanced Mage, and their status in the tribe is definitely not low. The coughing sound just now indicates that they are sick. This squad leader is clearly trying to take advantage of the situation.

"You can't do it." Seeing Li Ziran hesitate, the Cavefolk became anxious, clearly aware of what he was doing.

Li Ziran smiled. What was there for a half-baked Cavefolk sorcerer to be afraid of? But just in case, he still took out Frog from his waist and transformed into Corpse Witch.

"Let's go!" The Corpse Witch pushed open the door and went inside.

The Cavefolk glanced at him suspiciously, but instead of being afraid, he was quite pleased. Clearly, the more tricks Li Ziran used, the more at ease he felt.

"Who's there!" The voice was old but wary. A figure lay on the bed, wrapped in a thick quilt.

"Elder Chief, it is I!" the Cavefolk said respectfully.

"Who else?" The old man's voice softened, but remained highly alert.

"A friend wants to visit you." The Cavefolk remained respectful as he gently lifted the curtain.

But at that moment, a sudden change occurred. A beam of Scarlet-White Light suddenly shot out from behind the curtain and hit the Cavefolk directly. Before the caveman could react, another beam of light attacked Li Ziran.

It was so fast that it hit the Corpse Witch almost instantly.

The soul residing within the Corpse Witch felt a sudden darkness before its eyes, and it went completely blind.

Li Ziran stood at the door, looking at the old man standing on the edge of the bed. His eyes were bright, like pearls, and his complexion was ruddy. A trace of witch power was gathering between his eyebrows. He did not look terminally ill at all.

[Blinding]

Almost instantly, a grayish-white light shot out from the other person's eyes and went straight into Li Ziran's brow.

Li Ziran instinctively tried to dodge, but at that moment, he was frozen in place. He didn't need to; the Blinding was just a minor curse, and with his Purification, he could easily handle it.

On the contrary, catching this curse can quickly eliminate the opponent.

A wave of dizziness washed over me, and everything went black.

Li Ziran feigned panic, but secretly chuckled to himself. A warm current slowly flowed into his eyes under the influence of his mental energy, and his disappearing vision gradually began to blur.

[Purification]

The old man in the cave clearly knew the curse was in effect; he pulled out a crossbow from beneath him and was about to fire.

[Transformation Spell - Frog]

Unfortunately, he was still a step too late.

The hand that was holding the crossbow rapidly degenerated, transforming into a fan-shaped frog hand, and the crossbow that had just been lifted fell directly to the ground.

"Impossible!"

The old Cavefolk stared in disbelief at Li Ziran, who had instantly regained his sight, but sadly, he had no chance to hear a reply.

Enveloped in an oily green mucous membrane, the person began to shrink and molt uncontrollably, transforming into Frog in the blink of an eye.

Quack!

Instinctively wanting to escape, the frog was caught by Li Ziran just as it jumped into the air. A Necromancer's Rope tied its hind legs, and the Frog still tried to look up at Li Ziran.

It seems I'm about to Blinding again.

Snap!

He slapped the Frog unconscious, took out a red rope, tied it to its hind legs, found a hook, and hung it on the edge of the bed.

Everything happened too fast; the Cavefolk next to him couldn't react at all. The Blinding didn't affect him, but his unique sensory system allowed him to know what had just happened in that instant.

"This young man... is incredibly strong." This was a thought from the bottom of his heart. He hadn't expected the old clan chief to be completely healthy, and he certainly hadn't expected this young man to be so powerful, subduing the old clan chief in just a few moves. "I'm sorry, I..."

"It's alright!" Li Ziran smiled at the other person.

"No... I... I... how... quack... quack... quack..." the Cavefolk cried desperately, but unfortunately he could no longer speak a language that could be understood.

Li Ziran hung it up, patted its bulging belly, and laughed, "Don't worry, it'll only take an hour. Although you're a bit despicable, you won't lose a single thing."