Clear Pupil Bar.
Zuo Xian's account of Qin Manyi's origins left Lin Ci stunned for a long time.
She had never imagined her child was still alive. Over the years, she had even forgotten she had a child.
All kinds of complicated, indescribable feelings welled up in her heart.
Did she feel hatred?
Yes.
But more than anything, she felt fortunate.
Fortunate that the madman Yi Lianhai had actually managed to do something like that.
Though she had not seen her daughter even once in all these years, at least... she was still alive.
With a smile at the corners of her mouth, Lin Ci looked through the window at the broken, enormous face in the night sky.
The air seemed to have stopped flowing. Black fog shrouded Fu City, and the corpses crawling out of the cracks were slaughtering every living thing in sight.
They had seven days in total to hand over White Pupil. Only the first day had passed, and things had already become like this.
Some had even thought of artificially creating White Pupil, harming others on their own initiative, but this kind of "handing over White Pupil" naturally could not satisfy the conditions for clearing the game.
Lin Ci thought of Qin Manjiang. Back then, she had recognized at a glance that Qin Manjiang was Jiang Du's "incarnation."
What exactly was Jiang Du thinking?
And what exactly was Yi Lianhai thinking?
Clever people always liked treating everyone else as idiots, never explaining their plans.
Lin Ci turned to Zuo Xian. "So, this time you chose not to help Yi Lianhai?"
Zuo Xian shook her head, her eyes holding little life. "Do you know? When humans lose their fear of pain and death, all enjoyment disappears along with it."
"All these years, I've been reliving the