"The red paper is gradually becoming unable to suppress this eye anymore, as expected... the limit of this red paper is almost reached."
Yang Jian wiped off the water in front of the mirror, he saw that the red paper attached to the back of his hand had split.
Yes, a very clear crack.
It should be known that this red paper is very special; it's something from the hands of a ferocious ghost. Usually, if he tries to tear it, he can't tear it apart with pure physical strength; only by harnessing the power of a ferocious ghost can he tear it.
"Is it because I used the Ghost Domain today? Or is it that, as time passes, the effect of this red paper is getting weaker and weaker..." Yang Jian touched the back of his hand.
Underneath the skin, the eye stirred restlessly.
While there was no other abnormality, he could feel that the ghost eye was beginning to revive.
His body seemed to have become a host for this ghost eye; as the ghost eye grew, he was moving towards death.
