Walking down the middle of the main road, Li Huowang gritted his teeth and desperately chased the color red. As he pursued it, he sensed that the entity he called the Eighteenth of the Twelfth Month kept shifting its position in the distance. Sometimes it was someone's red hat; other times, it was a roadside shop sign.
But no matter how it changed, Li Huowang stayed latched on. An opportunity like this was hard to come by, and he refused to give it up so easily. Capturing the eyes of the Eighteenth of the Twelfth Month was his only chance to escape Master Danyang.
He then noticed something strange about the Eighteenth of the Twelfth Month. It seemed to be a thing without eyelids, incapable of even *not* looking at something. Anything within its line of sight was passively subjected to its gaze.
What a bizarre thing. Back in reality, what does it actually look like? Li Huowang wondered as he ran.
