"Return my eyes, return~ my~ eyes, retur~~~n my~~~ eye~~~"
The clear singing voice woke Lin An up on time.
But this time, it wasn't covered by a nightgown; instead, a hand reached out and rubbed its hair.
"!!!" Ugly Head's sinister and fearsome expression turned to one of resistance, "Eh? Eh~ Eh! What are you doing~"
Lin An carefully observed the blood on his hand slowly seeping into his palm and squinted his eyes to feel it.
Amidst the darkness, a bright red bloodstain quickly appeared, with a strange reddish-purple halo, particularly unique.
But this bloodstain clearly resonated with him better than Chen Xinmi's or Zhou Xiaoxiao's spiritual essence. In that dark realm, it simply gathered momentarily, then dispersed into mist, merging into his body's surroundings and absorbed by his own body.
"So, is this the reason why it had never been discovered before?"
"This thing, I'm particularly well-suited to absorb it?"
