"Don't ever look into his eyes. Although I'm not sure how it works, his eyes could accidentally hurt you."
"Give him sunglasses? Or maybe, take out his eyes?"
"That's cruel. Just let him lie on the ground, wouldn't that solve it perfectly?"
"But there's good news, in the future the Funeral Alliance won't need to buy cremation equipment. Let the Lord take 40% of the shares, just look at them daily. Swish, and people are gone."
Julius Reed was in a daze, hearing someone talking beside his ear.
The voices were familiar, both male and female.
In his haze, Julius Reed felt that the place where he lay was very bumpy.
He moved his fingers slightly, and they still had feeling.
But his limbs were stiff, barely able to control his body.
Julius Reed opened his heavy eyelids, trying three or four times, finally opening them slightly.
"Quick! He's about to open his eyes!"
Someone exclaimed, immediately covering Julius Reed's eyes, preventing him from opening them.
