"Wen Ling..." The silence around him was gathering strength, and the fool's voice rang in Wen Ling's ears, "Do you really have nothing to do with yourself?"
"I...it doesn't matter..." Fear rubbed Wenling's facial muscles. Fortunately, others could not see his current appearance, "You...you must not open your eyes..."
"You said a lot of words," Baomu held Xia Ni's head tightly, his eyelids, arms, and joints all over his body were aching, "Wen Ling, the last time you said a lot of words, you..."
"This time... it's different..." Wen Ling felt so tired that her voice became hollow, "Don't worry..."
At this time, the surroundings that had been quiet for a while surged again, and the blood-red ground that had swallowed Auntie Long not long ago began to spread to the surroundings, even to the sky and to their feet.
"Why do I feel... something is weird?" When Hongtu came to Baomu's feet, even with his eyes closed, Baomu still shuddered subconsciously, "Wen Ling, are you still there?"
"I'm still here," Wen Ling squinted his eyes slightly and looked at everything in front of him silently, "I won't leave."
Soon, the whole world turned scarlet, and a strange red light shone in the air. Wenling weakly raised his eyelids, as if he couldn't see it all.
Soon... soon...
Ask the spirit... cheer up...
Countless vortices, large and small, slowly appeared on the red sky and ground. Those vortices rotated and flowed, gradually gathering into vague shapes.
It's the eyes.
It's all eyes.
Countless closed eyes surrounded them, and Wen Ling held his breath, as if waiting for the moment of judgment.
In fact, she didn't know what to expect.
Maybe I won't feel anything, maybe I'll be in great pain, or maybe... I'll die in an instant.
Just in a moment.
The moment that determines your destiny.
It was that moment.
In an instant, countless eyes opened at the same time.
Wen Ling's gray pupils suddenly widened, as if thousands of sharp needles carrying fire poison were flying through the air, hitting his body without missing a single one. Wen Ling froze, staring blankly into those eyes.
The smell of blood...
The pungent smell of blood steamed up from his feet.
This is the smell of my own blood.
"Wen Ling!" Baomu's scream came from behind, "You are injured! You are injured, aren't you?!"
Wen Ling lowered his head and looked at his broken body sadly.
As he expected, he couldn't hold on for long.
He was bleeding all over his body.
Wen Ling's clothes had turned red, and she could even hear the blood vessels under her skin bursting one by one. Blood seemed to be oozing out of every pore around her body. It was so painful that she couldn't feel the pain, and it was so painful that Wen Ling couldn't feel the pain. He didn't even have the strength to struggle.
My heart and brain seemed to be bleeding and hurting.
Even the soul hurts.
Qiling knows what this is.
This is the feeling of the soul being tortured.
These eyes may be dark or light, but they are all eyes that one can feel bound to.
This is the Eye of Sanyan.
Every eye here represents a member of his own kind who has been deprived of his divine eyes.
Now, these divine eyes are being used against him by the person behind him.
Wen Ling cried and closed her eyes. When she stopped looking at those eyes, her body felt a little lighter, but the bloody scenes were played in her consciousness like a revolving lantern.
Although they have never been masked, they are all of their own kind.
Men and women, old and young, their eyes were gouged out alive, and their bodies were scattered limply on the ground, thrown away like garbage.
It's painful here too.
Wen Ling gritted his teeth and tried to hold back his cries.
After closing my eyes, this black world is also very painful.
You can't escape yourself.
Now...only you can think of a way.
Wen Ling sniffed sharply and opened his eyes fiercely.
The pain all over his body hit him instantly, and Wen Ling couldn't hold it back and let out a small groan.
His lips were about to be bitten by himself.
Wen Ling clenched his hands and stood there like nails.
Can't retreat, can't fall down.
Ask the spirit and breathe.
Hiss—hoo—hiss—hoo—
The sweet air flowed in her nose and mouth. Wen Ling's eyes were unblinking. She stared, her gaze passing through those eyes.
Find a way out of here before you collapse.
I can definitely do it myself...
Suddenly, a hand was placed on Wen Ling's shoulder.
Wenling didn't expect this at all. Out of surprise, the pain that was suppressed in his throat could no longer be controlled. Wenling let out a shrill scream, his legs went weak, and his body fell down.
"Wen Ling! What's wrong with you!" The owner of that hand had quick eyesight and quick hands. He put one hand around Wen Ling's waist and helped her up directly. "You're like this? Why didn't you tell us?!"
Wen Ling's tears welled up again.
That's stupid.
The fool's eyes and tone were full of anxiety and annoyance, but...it seemed that the pain did not find him.
Is he also enduring it?
"Silly...silly..." Wen Ling's voice trembled, "Don't you feel pain?..."
"It hurts? Where does it hurt?" The fool looked puzzled, "Wen Ling, what's the matter with your injury? What's going on with these eyes?"
"Can you open your eyes?" Baomu's urgent voice came from behind the two of them, "Wenling is injured? Where is it injured? Is it the eye?"
"No... you can't open your eyes..." Wen Ling grabbed the fool's strong arm and stood up straight, "Fool, can you also see these eyes?"
"Of course you can see it," the fool said, "Your injury...is it because of these eyes?"
"How is it possible? How is it possible..." Wenling seemed to be talking to himself, "Ah... I thought of it..."
"What did you think of?"
"These eyes are all three-dimensional eyes..." Wen Ling did not answer the fool's question directly, but explained quietly.
"Three Yan Eyes?" The fool frowned, "Aren't they all yours..."
"Yes," Wen Ling nodded slightly, "They are all of my kind. They may not be on my side, but... they are all my partners..."
The fool couldn't help but hugged Wen Ling's shoulders, and then his eyes became angry, "We must make those who did these things pay the price."
"Now, these eyes are attacking us," Wen Ling shook his head, as if he had no strength left, "I don't know...if I can hold on..."
The fool's muscles tensed up instantly, "So, the reason why you are like this is..."
"Three Yan Divine Eyes, the gods are digging for the truth," Wen Ling said, "My pain is because... I can feel these eyes peeling off my flesh layer by layer, tearing my soul..."
The fool pursed his lips and narrowed his eyes.
"But you can't feel the pain..." Wen Ling raised his head and looked at the fool with tears in his eyes, "I think it's because, fool, your soul is like a clear sea, and these eyes can't see you. The truth, because you…have no secrets.”
