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"Since the day he died, preparations have been underway," the Temple Guardian continued. Before he could finish his sentence, Chen San understood what he meant.
Ke'er helped me to my feet, and Wang Wei came over to lend a hand.
Suddenly, Jianjian shouted, "Saning Brother, your eyes have opened!"
At that moment, the sound of the performance had completely vanished, and perhaps they hadn't even seen Lin Li at all.
Wang Wei turned to me and asked, "Saning, what was that last flash of light?"
I didn't respond to Wang Wei but glanced into the coffin; however, it was empty.
I wanted to say something but found myself at a loss for words.
After the singing stopped, the crowd that had gathered began to disperse on their own, though they remained unaware of their departure.
It was as if they had come to watch a play, and once it was over, they simply left.
They had enjoyed two days of free performances; perhaps this was their ticket for those two days of entertainment!
The Temple Guardian approached and said, "Saning, from now on, you will be the only one in this world with these white eyes."
I wanted to speak, but I just couldn't find the words. At that moment, I could still feel Lin Li's sorrow. How did Lin Li die?
Was it truly because the Evil Being drained his blood before he perished? Or did he die after shedding his seventh drop of blood? I thought I should turn around and ask Wang Wei for clarification.
Wang Wei nearly lost his footing this time but ultimately chose to support me.
If Wang Wei betrayed me like Zhang Fatty did, I feared I would find it hard to trust anyone again.
Ke'er asked me gently, "Husband, are you okay?"
I let out a sound of acknowledgment, for nothing troubled me more than seeing Ke'er worry and shed tears.
For some reason, I suddenly recalled what Lin Li had said about the River of Despair, where a Reincarnation Tree grew in the center of the river.
But just moments ago, Lin Li told me that I must save the souls that had fallen into eternal despair—those were the rotting souls.
So whose soul had been rotting all this time...
And yet, this soul still existed.
The night was tranquil, and the villagers who had gathered were now dispersing.
Ke'er said, "Husband, let me take you home."
I nodded slightly; I felt completely transparent. The old man did not try to keep me. Chen San and Xiaoru followed me as well. Chen San claimed he had a way to help me with the Revival Pearl.
If this guy was lying to me, just wait until I turned around to give him a beating.
Damn it. This Revival Ritual was finally over, and my eyes had returned.
Jianjian remarked, "Saning Brother, your eyes seem whiter than before." At that moment, I realized my eyes were entirely white; I hadn’t noticed it before. Hearing Jianjian say this made me hurriedly want to cover them with my hand.
But Ke'er said, "Husband, don’t cover them. Ke'er isn’t afraid; others shouldn’t dislike your eyes either."
My hand that had been reluctantly raised fell back down.
My eyes had grown back; I could see more things now. I even noticed more Wandering Spirits than before. Previously, they dared to rush toward my eyes, but now not a single Wandering Soul dared to approach them.
I didn’t know what my eyes looked like now—were they stronger than before? Had they changed in some way? All I knew was that within my eyes resided a soul just like mine, belonging to the White-Eyed People.
I suddenly sighed.
Ke'er called out to me, "Husband," and I shook my head to indicate that I was fine. As I started walking toward home, I paused after just a few steps.
Because if my parents were home right now and saw my eyes regrowing, what would their reaction be?
I suppressed the discomfort in my throat and said, "My parents are at home."
Ke'er instantly understood what I meant.
My eyes had previously been black voids, and now they had turned into a pair of white eyes. Even if they weren't white, but just normal human eyes, the contrast would still be too great.
I hesitated, fearing they might not accept it. I paused in my steps, and everyone else stopped as well.
I took a deep breath, but Xiaoru spoke up, "Saning, do you really think your parents don't know about your eye problem?"
I looked at Xiaoru in surprise.
I didn't know Xiaoru well, but everything she had said before had been true; there was no falsehood in her words.
So I found myself believing Xiaoru's statement. However, since she had never met my parents, how could she know whether they were aware of my eye issue?
I felt puzzled as I looked at Xiaoru. She seemed like an ordinary person; my eyes couldn't detect anything unusual about her. On the other hand, Chen San still appeared to be in that "Soul Detached" state. I wondered how long Chen San had been like this.
Ke'er mentioned that Chen San was an immortal being.
I stared at Xiaoru in confusion as she said, "The Evil Being has arrived."
When Xiaoru finished speaking, waves of alarm surged within me. Damn it, that damned Evil Being really had come, but why hadn't it shown itself?
I recalled Xiaoru's earlier words—could it be that my parents were helping to block the Evil Being?
My grandmother had arranged a Yin Marriage for me, and my father had once asked me about relationship issues. Surely he must have known something!
I possessed white eyes; I had once thought Lin Li was responsible for them, but Lin Li told me that he hadn't given them to me.
And my father reminded me not to walk with my eyes closed. At that moment, I had been entangled by Soybean. Did that mean my father's warning implied he knew I had white eyes and was aware that I wasn't utilizing them?
I could see ghosts with my white eyes... but back then, I couldn't see them. So when my dad warned me not to walk with my eyes closed, I finally understood what he meant.
If the Evil Being really came, and my parents went to confront it, would they be okay?
The thought made me even more anxious. I hurried home, but when I arrived, my parents were indeed not back.
I took out my phone to call them, but the call wouldn't go through.
I was extremely worried. With a hoarse throat, I asked Xiaoru if she knew where the Evil Being was now.
Xiaoru shook her head and said, "But you don't need to worry. Your parents might not be in danger; they're definitely stronger than you."
I wanted to curse at her. Even if my parents were stronger than me, I was still worried! I had seen the twisted methods of the Evil Being before.
The Evil Being said it would hold my Third Funeral.
And it just so happened that Lin Li was involved in the matter of my eyes regenerating.
I thought to myself that the Evil Being must have been furious last time, which is why it chose to act against me immediately.
Could it be that my parents already knew my eyes would regenerate tonight?
I suddenly felt like everyone in the world knew this secret except for me. I sat at home, anxiously waiting.
At this moment, it was already past three in the early morning, and my parents still hadn't shown up.
Damn it, I directly called the Evil Being. That bastard didn’t answer either. In the end, I sent a text message cursing: Where the hell are you?
About fifteen minutes later, a reply came: I'm preparing for your next funeral.
Damn it! My hatred for this guy grew even stronger. If I ever caught him, I'd definitely beat him for three days and nights.
Around four o'clock, my parents finally returned.
I hurriedly approached them.
Still wearing my sunglasses, I asked, "Mom, Dad, are you okay?"
My father's face looked grim at that moment.
He wasn't much of a talker and went straight into the bedroom. My mother called out to me, asking if I had eaten.
I replied that I had.
She said, "You’ve eaten, yet you’re still awake? What are you doing just standing there?"
I continued to ask, "Is everything alright with you and Dad?"
My mother responded, "What could be wrong with your dad and me? We just stepped out for a bit." As she spoke, she took off my sunglasses without warning.
I heard her say, "These eyes aren’t bad."
I stood there momentarily stunned, as if I were guarding a secret that everyone else already knew. In the end, it was only my stubbornness that made me believe it was a secret worth holding onto for so long.
Suddenly, I couldn't help but ask, "Mom, did you and Dad know about my eye secret all along?"
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