Upon hearing the system prompt, Han Fei's expression froze, the joy of his harvest vanished, and he looked at the eyeballs sealed in the black jar as the black fog began to gather like a storm.
"Crack!"
The hatred burning with black fire shattered the jar, and the two eyeballs soaked in the curse appeared before Han Fei.
He was too familiar with those eyes—evil, cruel, yet with a trace of innocence and curiosity about all new things.
The eyeballs trapped in the curse seemed to sense something as well. They flipped within the curse and, upon seeing Han Fei, moved back and forth like two giant black goldfish, seemingly trying to nuzzle Han Fei.
Even as just a pair of eyeballs, Big Evil remained Big Evil. It always loved its endlessly reckless master, and no one could replace Han Fei in its heart.
"Why did you come in too, child?"
