Qin Ze took out a mirror from his storage ring and looked at his face. Sure enough, he saw an eye on his left cheek.
On the surface, it looks like an ordinary big eye.
Qin Ze looked into his eyes, and his eyes looked back at him, even giving him a wink.
Are you alright?
Qin Ze twitched the corner of his mouth.
Miss Sword Case didn't even bother watering the flowers and immediately flew over.
"I'm fine."
"But I think you're in big trouble."
Its eyes turned to the Miss Sword Hero, seemingly very puzzled. Why had the Sword Case flown away?
However, Qin Ze had been communicating with Miss Sword Case only through telepathy, and his eyes were unaware that the Sword Case could speak.
Otherwise, it would probably stare in astonishment.
Qin Ze thought of his experiences when he first arrived in this world Slacking on the Sidelines.
Brother Shui's body was covered in eyes, which Brother Yuanzi dug out one by one for him.
"I only have one, so it doesn't seem to be terminally ill yet."
Qin Ze raised his finger to poke her eyes, and her eyes immediately closed in a panic.
"Little one, you're quite shy."
Its eyes, like those of a newborn baby, immediately opened again as Qin Ze lowered his hand, curiously observing everything around it.
"This is... a spirit?"
After a moment, Qin Ze noticed the unusual thing about the eye.
There seemed to be a spirit inside, trying to emerge from the eyes.
However, because Qin Ze's powerful spirit was like a burning flame, it retreated before it could even emerge.
"Interesting."
It's less of an eye and more of an egg.
Qin Ze roughly understood the purpose of those eyes.
Parasitic possession.
The eyes are like the eggshell, and the spirit inside is like the fertilized egg.
But how did this eye get attached to his body?
He wouldn't have noticed anything at all if his eyes hadn't suddenly opened.
Qin Ze carefully recalled his experiences during the day.
He simply took a stroll through the forest and did not encounter any crisis or anomaly.
Furthermore, the clones are still in the forest, and none of them have extra eyes, so it's not the forest's fault?
"It's a witch."
The only difference between Qin Ze's and his clones' experiences was that he had met the witch.
"Old bastard Deng, he really is no good."
Miss Sword Case asked with great concern, " Qin Ze, are you about to die?"
She didn't want to lose this good friend.
Qin Ze was already immune to Miss Sword Case's daily auspicious words.
"Don't worry, you won't die anytime soon."
Miss Sword Case breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good."
Qin Ze did not gouge out his eyes immediately.
He wanted to see what the little thing was up to.
Will more eyes grow on my body?
As darkness fell, the villagers picked up torches and gathered in the small square.
The long-armed man walked past the door and extended an invitation. "Want to come together?"
Qin Ze shook his head and declined, "I'm tired from walking in the forest during the day, so I plan to rest soon."
The long-armed man didn't insist. "Just tell the neighbors if you need anything."
Watching the long-armed man's retreating figure, Qin Ze felt a strange unease.
He was prepared for a conflict to break out, but the villagers didn't seem to care much about whether he participated in the team building activities.
Qin Ze recalled the shaman's words, "Freedom to come and go."
Splash--
Miss Sword Case was still happily watering the flowers.
The flowers in the pot are no longer as vibrant as they were at the beginning; in fact, they have become somewhat withered.
"Bring the flowerpot over here so I can take a look."
Miss Sword Case reluctantly sheathed her flying sword and used her sword intent to lift the flowerpot onto the table.
Qin Ze's eyes widened; the Sword Case could understand human speech and possessed special abilities.
Amazing!
Qin Ze ignored the shock in his eyes.
It's perfectly reasonable for a sword cultivator like me to possess a magical Sword Case, right?
The flowerpot is made of terracotta, with a few lines of small characters on the side. Despite the passage of countless years of wind and rain, they are still faintly legible.
Happy 18th birthday/death anniversary.
"May you soon become a powerful Spirit Walker, and slay... slay what?"
The words at the end are illegible.
Qin Ze frowned.
These two short sentences contain an astonishing amount of information.
The birthday and death anniversary, two completely unrelated days, are combined together.
In addition, like the Fire Movement Technique of the Blue Flame Race, the Spirit Walker seems to be a special cultivation method in this world.
The word "slay" clearly indicates a crisis facing the world that requires the Spirit Walker to resolve.
"An evil god."
Qin Ze quickly deduced an answer.
The world was invaded by Brother Bull Head's peers, but the invasion failed, and a delicate balance was reached with the power of the forest.
As for the local indigenous people, they all died in this "war".
Qin Ze's house faces the distant square.
The villagers had all arrived, and the shaman sat by the campfire as always.
Looking at the shaman illuminated by the campfire, Qin Ze murmured, "Is a shaman Preacher?"
Noticing Qin Ze's gaze, Wu looked up and gave him a polite smile.
"The shaman didn't force me to participate in their team-building activities."
"Isn't he afraid that I won't sleep tonight and will discover that I stole soul power?"
Qin Ze immediately returned the flowerpot to Miss Sword Case, noticing the lingering reluctance in her eyes.
His eyes were fixed silently on the flowerpot, as if he were reminiscing about the past, or perhaps mourning something.
"Little thing, you actually put that on."
Qin Ze suddenly sprang to his feet.
My eyes were caught off guard, hit right in the bullseye, and started to water.
As the last glimmer of light disappeared from the sky, night fell upon the world.
Led by the shaman, the villagers gathered around the bonfire and sang ancient songs once more.
The song drifted over the village, into the forest, and far, far away.
Qin Ze felt that soul-penetrating power once again, and his eyelids grew heavy.
"The power of rules."
The song contained a kind of divine power; no wonder he was suddenly struck by it last night.
The golden Divine Markings in his eyes flashed and disappeared in an instant, and the singing sounded like an ordinary song to Qin Ze.
The eyes on the face noticed the Divine Markings, and it was strange that they weren't there.
We're all eyes, so you're treating us differently?
The villagers fell asleep one after another, and the singing grew fainter and fainter.
In less than ten minutes, only the shaman remained sitting by the campfire, while the rest of the villagers had all fallen asleep.
Wu looked at Qin Ze, nodded slightly to him, and then lay down to sleep.
"Here we go."
Miss Sword Case leaned against Qin Ze and whispered.
In the distant forest, a tall tower faintly appears.
Qin Ze's gaze sharpened; what he had seen last night was indeed not an illusion.
The villagers' soul power was inexplicably stripped away, gathered in the sky above the village, and floated towards the tower.
Only a small amount of soul power was extracted, which would not threaten the villagers' lives.
What's this?
Sustainable exploitation?
Bathed in the starlight and soul power, the towers gathered together, forming a long river that flowed down from the top and disappeared at the foot of the towers.
Qin Ze asked the Miss Sword Case beside him, "There's a tower over there, can't you see it?"
Upon hearing this, Miss Sword Case looked around and asked, "Where is the tower?"