"Mr. Eye!"
Ou Zhizi and Granny Gu said in unison.
Everyone was stunned. Some immediately understood; because they knew of a figure called Mr. Eye, they agreed with the two's guess. Others began asking about Mr. Eye's background.
As those in the know chimed in with their bits and pieces, Mr. Eye's image gradually became clearer.
He was a strange powerhouse who seemed to know countless secrets. Every time he provided intelligence, however, the other party had to offer him an eye—and it had to be their own.
It was said that after those people gave him an eye, everything that eye saw would be transmitted to Mr. Eye simultaneously. Calling him a peeping tom would probably not be wrong.
"So this person really could be the answer." After hearing Ou Zhizi's introduction, Feng Wu spoke thoughtfully.
Ye Hua drew a deep breath and said, "Time is about up. Let's make this a quick battle and a quick decision. Whether we're right or wrong, we need to answer early. The later we answer, the worse it will be."
For example, they had already spent dozens of minutes thinking over one question. If they answered incorrectly afterward and had to spend a great deal more time, the two stretches of time added together would be terrifying enough.
So she had to move quickly.
"Mr. Eye!" she said to the monster.
The monster closed its eyes, and in an instant, its heads began spinning at high speed.
"Was that right?" Feng Wu asked.
Ye Hua nodded. "Right. If it were wrong, it would close its eyes and its heads would stop spinning."
Then she called for it to stop again. A diamond-shaped head halted directly in front of them.
The head asked, "Guess a person: an undying Hanged Ghost."
"An undying Hanged