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Jingxin's filthy hands, with dirt caked under the fingernails, reached into the lacquer box and pulled out the blood-red eyes, gently kneading them. "Hehe, these indeed are fine treasures," she remarked.
After speaking, she held a chicken egg-sized red eyeball in one hand and abruptly smacked it into her own pitch-black eye sockets.
When she lowered her hands again, the blood-red eyes had a new owner. "Thank you, I can finally see again."
One grotesque scene unfolded as an obese, ugly, toothless old nun with blood-red, eyelid-less eyes on her face sent shivers down the spines of everyone else in the room.
"Brother Li, is she really a good person? She doesn't seem like it..." Bai Lingmiao asked in a hushed tone from behind Li Huowang.
"Shh, stop talking," Li Huowang unexpectedly wasn't surprised at Jingxin's actions.
Having gone through various events without realizing it, his tolerance had increased significantly.
