From the scattered pupils, it seemed they had probably lost their vision as well.
They were simply, endlessly living.
Perhaps this was the sole interpretation of so-called eternal life.
If there had been time, Li Qingming would have desperately wanted to sit down right there and sketch a series of drawings named "Eternal Life," but unfortunately, he was in a hurry to get to his hideout, so he could only retain the image in his memory for now.
But just as he was about to leave.
"Huh?" Ji Xiaoxiang picked up a pink sticky note from the door, "This has... red braised pork drawn on it? Is it something the Mastermind left behind? Is it a clue?"
The other three quickly crowded around.
Indeed, the note indeed had a plate of red braised pork drawn on it, complete with steam wafting from it.
