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A churn in my stomach nearly made me vomit. Grandma seized the opportunity and lunged at me. 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 floor 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 rolling Eyeball. It spun for a moment before stopping, its Pupil fixed intently 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 fingers accidentally brushed against the Eyeball. In an instant, a jolt of pain surged from my fingertip up my arm. My vision warped, and an unfamiliar scene unfolded before me:
A young girl was tied to a chair, a tear mole at the corner of her Right Eye. Grandma stood over her with scissors in hand, a mad smile on her face. The sharp pain of the scissors piercing the eye socket accompanied the girl's heart-wrenching scream...
The vision 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 carried 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: "Save us..."
Then came another voice, a man's: "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're talking to you," Grandma said with a smile. "Over the years, I've 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 cloying fragrance mixed with the scent of blood.
"Do you know?" Grandma caressed the Sandalwood Box. "The Special Lychee tastes best when they still retain their consciousness. That flavor of fear and despair enhances the sweetness of the Lychee."
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 preservatives..." "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 at once, and the Eyeballs rolled onto the ground, heading towards Grandma.
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