"I was waiting for you to say that!"
Yi Lianhai glanced up excitedly. The White Pupil God's eye was already three-quarters open.
"Let's get out first. My equipment is in the village. Go!"
He hurriedly turned to run, only to realize he couldn't see the exit at all.
"Come on!"
Yi Lianhai urged him.
Qin Manjiang nodded, tilting his head to look at the enormous White Pupil God.
No matter how many times he saw it, he could never get used to that face of "his."
His gaze dropped to the Guanyin Incarnation. "I might need your help in a bit. Is that okay?"
The Guanyin Incarnation raised her chin and tapped her chest with her remaining left arm, which had already lost its hand.
Qin Manjiang's heart trembled.
Strictly speaking, she was only a "newborn."
Even now, Qin Manjiang had yet to unravel the mystery of why she felt naturally close to him.
And she had mentioned "Three" more than once.
Even on the shore of Guanyin Flat Lake twenty years later, the porcelain fragments of the Guanyin Statue had sought him out on their own.
Qin Manjiang was certain something must have happened between them. It simply hadn't happened yet within his current memories.
Whew...
Letting out a long breath, Qin Manjiang brought her along and ran toward the exit with Yi Lianhai.
If he could, he had to stop the White Pupil God from awakening.
Although It was the legendary god who deeply loved humanity, the god who had forcibly left humans a slim chance of survival in the various ghost stories created by the Red Pupil God.
But the It of this moment... was no longer what It had once been.
Humans had no way of knowing what changes It had undergone after Its defeat.
White