Monument of Life and Death

   "Wen Ling..." The surrounding silence was gathering strength, and the voice of a fool rang in Wen Ling's ear, "Are you really okay?"

   "I...it's okay..." Fear rubbed Wen Ling's facial muscles, but fortunately, others couldn't see his current appearance, "You...don't 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 sore, "Wen Ling, when you said a lot of words last time, you just..."

   "This time...it's different..." Wen Ling felt so exhausted, his voice became vacant, "Don't worry..."

  At this time, the surroundings that had been quiet for a while surged again, and the blood-red ground that engulfed Aunt Oboro not long ago began to spread to the surroundings, even to the sky, and to their feet.

   "How do I feel...it's weird," when Hong Tu came to Baomu's feet, even with his eyes closed, Baomu still trembled subconsciously, "Qing Ling, are you still there?"

   "I'm still here," Wen Ling narrowed his eyes slightly, looking 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. Wen Ling raised his eyelids feebly, as if he couldn't see it all.

   Soon... Soon...

  Ask the spirit... cheer up...

   On the red sky and the ground, countless large and small eddies slowly appeared. Those vortexes rotated and flowed, and gradually gathered into blurred shapes.

   is the eyes.

   All eyes.

  Countless closed eyes surrounded them, 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 an instant.

  The moment that decides one's own 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 filled with fire poison flew through the air, without missing any, and all of them hit his body. Wen Ling froze, staring blankly at those eyes.

  The smell of blood...

  The pungent smell of blood evaporated from his feet.

   This is the smell of blood.

   "Ask Ling!" Baomu's scream came from behind, "You're hurt! Are you hurt?!"

   Wen Ling lowered his head, looking desolately at his dilapidated body.

  As I expected, I couldn't last long at all.

  Bleeding all over.

  Wen Ling's clothes had turned red, and she could even hear the sound of blood vessels bursting under her skin. Every pore in her body seemed to be oozing blood. The pain was so painful that she couldn't feel it, and Wen Ling didn't even have the strength to struggle.

  The heart and brain seem to be bleeding and hurting.

   Even the soul hurts.

  Ask the spirit to know what this is.

   This is the feeling of the soul being tortured.

  These eyes are either dark or light-colored, but they are all eyes that they can feel the fetters.

   This is the eye of Sanyan.

  Each eye here represents a similar person who has been deprived of the divine eye.

  Now, these divine eyes are being used by the person behind him against himself.

  Wen Ling cried and closed his eyes. When he stopped looking at those eyes, his body felt a little more relaxed, but the **** scene was projected in his consciousness like a revolving lantern.

  Although they have never been masked, those are all of their own kind.

   Men and women, young and old, their eyes had been gouged out alive, and their bodies were scattered limply on the ground, thrown away like garbage.

   Pain here too.

   Wen Ling gritted his teeth, trying to hold back his crying.

   After closing the eyes, this black world is also very painful.

  I can't escape.

  Now... only you can think of a way.

   Wen Ling sniffed sharply, and opened his eyes fiercely.

  The pain from all over the body hit in an instant, Wen Ling couldn't hold back, and let out a small muffled groan.

   My lips are about to be bitten off by myself.

   Wen Ling clenched his hands and stood there like nails.

   Can't back down, can't fall down.

  Ask the spirit to breathe.

   Hiss-Hoo-Hsi-Hoo-

  The fishy-sweet air was flowing in her nasal cavity and mouth, Wen Ling's eyes didn't blink, she stared, her gaze passing through those eyes.

   Find a way to escape from here before you collapse yourself.

  I can definitely do it...

  Suddenly, a hand rested on Wen Ling's shoulder.

  Wen Ling didn't expect this at all. Out of surprise, the pain suppressed in his throat could no longer be controlled. Wen Ling let out a shrill scream, his legs went limp, and his body fell down.

   "Wen Ling! What's wrong with you!" The owner of that hand was quick-eyed, wrapped one hand around Wen Ling's waist, and directly helped her up, "You are like this? Why didn't you tell us?!"

   Wen Ling's tears welled up again.

   That's a fool.

  The idiot's gaze and tone were full of anxiety and anger, but... it seemed that the pain hadn't found him.

   Is he also enduring?

   "Stupid...fool..." Wen Ling's voice trembled, "Don't you hurt?..."

   "It hurts? Where does it hurt?" The fool was puzzled, "Qing Ling, what's the matter with your injury? What's the matter with these eyes?"

   "Can you open your eyes?" Baomu's urgent voice came from behind the two, "Is Wen Ling injured? Where is it injured? Is it the eyes?"

   "No...you can't open your eyes..." Wen Ling grasped the fool's strong arm and stood up straight. "Fool, can you see these eyes too?"

   "Of course I can see it," said the fool, "Your injury...is because of these eyes?"

   "How is it possible? How could it be..." Asking the ghost talking to himself, "Ah...I thought of it..."

   "What did you think of?"

   "These eyes are the eyes of Sanyan..." Wen Ling didn't answer the fool's question directly, but explained quietly.

   "The Eye of Sanyan?" The fool frowned, "Isn't that all yours..."

   "Yes," Wen Ling nodded slightly, "They are all my kind. They may not be my branch, but... they are all my partners..."

  The fool hugged Wen Ling's shoulders unbearably, and then his eyes became resentful, "We must make those who do 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... can I hold on..."

  The fool's muscles tensed instantly, "So, you are like this because..."

   "Sanyan God's eyes, the gods are digging 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 don't feel 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. These eyes can't see your truth, because you... have no secrets."