Jingxin's filthy hands, with dirt caked under their fingernails, reached into the lacquer box. She pulled out the blood-red eyes and kneaded them gently. "Heh heh, these are fine treasures indeed."
With those words, she took one of the egg-sized red eyeballs and abruptly smacked it into one of her own pitch-black eye sockets.
When she lowered her hand again, the blood-red eyes had a new owner. "Thank you. I can finally see again."
The grotesque sight of the obese, ugly, toothless old nun—now sporting a pair of large, blood-red, eyelidless eyeballs—made everyone's skin crawl and sent shivers down their spines.
"Senior Brother Li, is she really a good person? She doesn't seem like it…" Bai Lingmiao asked in a hushed tone from behind Li Huowang.
"Shh, not another word," Li Huowang said. Unexpectedly, he wasn't particularly shocked by Master Jingxin's actions. Having unconsciously gone through so many strange ordeals, his threshold for such things had risen considerably.
