Wei Yanchi glanced at his senior brother's retreating back and asked gently, "Why are you here, Mr. 39?"
Because of a string of unlucky mix-ups, plus boarding the wrong boat and kicking the protagonist.
Feeling a little awkward, Xie De kept that to himself and asked instead, "Why are you here?"
"Mm, because of this. Did you come looking for it because you sensed it too, Mr. 39?"
Wei Yanchi pulled an eyeball from his pocket. Its iris was icy blue and utterly lifeless. The moment he took it out, the temperature in the cabin plummeted, and a melancholy atmosphere descended, heavy enough to bring tears to their eyes and leave them struggling to breathe.
More importantly, once it appeared, the magnetic field inside the cabin seemed to change. Even 455's voice became choppy, threaded with electrical static.
455 said, "Bzz... what... is happening? I can't quite see."
It affected magnetic fields?
Xie De had heard Hu Songlin mention this. Now realization struck him, and his voice softened. "An eye from an angel's corpse."
Holy... crap.
Wait, the male lead had already found the angel's corpse?
Not even god-tier luck could beat protagonist plot armor? This Wei Yanchi kid-the Club and the Laboratory were going crazy looking for this thing, and he just casually stuffed something so important into his pocket?
"An angel? Is that what you call it?"
"That makes sense. They might be the same species." Wei Yanchi paused before continuing, "We call this an eye of the Feathered People. The Classic of the Southern Seas in the Classic of Mountains and Seas records: 'The Feathered People Country lies to its southeast. Its people have elongated heads, and feathers grow from their bodies. Another account places it southeast of the Biyi Bird, and describes its people as having