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A churn surged in my stomach, and I nearly vomited. Grandma seized the opportunity to lunge at me, but I sidestepped, and her scissors sliced through my coat. In a panic, I grabbed a Crystal Bowl from the altar and hurled it at Grandma. The Lychee inside shattered on the ground with a crisp crack.
An Eyeball rolled out, spinning a few times before suddenly turning towards me, its Pupil contracting as if it were silently screaming. I fell to the ground, staring at the fallen Eyeball. It spun for a moment before abruptly stopping, its Pupil fixed on me.
That was not the gaze of a lifeless object. I could feel it watching me, observing me, even... contemplating.
"Don't touch it!" Grandma screamed as she lunged forward, but it was too late. My finger inadvertently brushed against the Eyeball. In an instant, a jolt of pain shot up my arm like electricity. My vision warped, and an unfamiliar scene unfolded before me: a young girl bound to a chair, a tear mole at the corner of her right eye.
Grandma stood over her with scissors in hand, a manic grin on her face. The sharp pain of the scissors piercing the eye socket echoed alongside the girl's heart-wrenching scream...
The image abruptly cut off, and I found myself kneeling on the ground, trembling all over. The Eyeball lay before me, its Pupil contracting and expanding as if trying to convey something.
"You saw it, didn't you?" Grandma's voice held a hint of triumph. "That's the special quality of Special Lychee. They not only retain the function of eyes but also preserve the memories and consciousness of their original owners."
I looked around in terror. The other Crystal Bowls on the altar began to tremble, and the Lychees inside started to rotate one after another.
Their pupils all turned towards me in unison, and I could feel countless gazes resting upon me. Suddenly, a voice echoed in my mind. It was the voice of a young girl, tinged with tears:
"Help us..."
Then came another voice, that of a man:
"She is tormenting us..."
More and more voices surged into my consciousness, rising and falling, intertwining into a painful wail. I covered my ears, but those voices reverberated directly in my brain.
"They are speaking to you," Grandma said with a smile. "Over the years, I have collected so many beautiful eyes. They are all lonely and want someone to confide in."
I noticed the skin of the Lychee beginning to redden, like ripe fruit. Inside, the eyeballs spun wildly, their pupils shrinking to pinprick size. The air was thick with a sweet, cloying scent mingled with the smell of blood.
"Do you know?" Grandma caressed the Sandalwood Box. "These Special Lychees are at their most delicious when they still retain their consciousness. The taste of fear and despair makes the flavor of the Lychee even more exquisite."
A wave of nausea washed over me.
The voices continued to echo in my mind, growing clearer:
"She takes our eyes at midnight..."
"Mixes our blood to create the preservative..."
"Our souls are trapped in these eyeballs..."
Suddenly, all the voices ceased simultaneously. The basement fell into a deathly silence. Then, I heard a unified voice, as if countless voices were layered together:
"Help us... take revenge..."
The Bronze Cauldron on the altar suddenly shook violently, and the liquid inside began to boil. All the Lychees burst simultaneously, and the Eyeballs rolled onto the ground, moving towards Grandma.
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