There's a hole in the stone wall, it's just, uh, things piled up in a very chic, loose and free way...... The old man pulled out a path and walked into the inner room, where the door was dusty and had not been opened for a long time. Moro was actually very curious about what kind of life the "Ones" would live after they were separated, and what they relied on to support their lives from the beginning of the era to the present.

For those who can't die, time is a fatal punishment.

"Boy, what are you thinking!"

"I wonder where is the courage of all of you to live. ”

The old man rolled his eyes, "Boy, I'm curious where your courage is to say this, believe it or not, I'll slap you to death." As he spoke, he raised his hand, and with a sweep of his tattered sleeves, the dust on the door dissipated, revealing the intricate runes carved into the door. The old man's face was painful and tangled, "Grandma is a bear, I have guarded it for tens of thousands of years, but I still have to hand it over." ”

"Mo Luo, have you thought about it?" Ning Xinyu, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly said to Mo Luo with a solemn face, her eyes were straight to Mo Luo, very serious. Once this choice is made, not only Mora, but also those of them will face a future that will be out of the trajectory of fate, and no one can predict what will happen.

Moro took out the Wraith Knife and handed it to the old man, then took out a black pendant from under his coat and handed it to the old man. The old man took it and looked at these two things carefully, "It's all good things, just throw out one of them, and those ancestral realms will go crazy." He stuck his knife in the door, and the pendant was embedded in a small notch in the door, and it did not change at all.

"Boy, you still have to open this door yourself, I am not qualified old man. ”

Moro stepped forward, stretched out his left hand, and held it on the edge of the Wraith Knife, and from the wound on his hand flowed his blood, which flowed down the knife to the door, and then to the pendant embedded in it, where it was absorbed. Mora heard the sound of something turning, and an aura appeared on his body, turning into an inexplicable force, and with the search for a way out in samsara, he pushed his hand and pushed the door open.

The door opened.

At that moment, he could feel another pair of eyes in his body that should have been closed, struggling to open them. He knew what it was, and the eyes were the same as the ones he had lost, the same confusion in the search, and with a hidden helplessness. When he was told that he had to take this path, the fog in his eyes dissipated for a moment, but it still enveloped him. He was distressed because he didn't want to go down the road he had to take with such eyes. So, in the forbidden land of the clan, when he was faced with the price he had to pay to get what he wanted, he hesitated, and then lowered his eyes.

"One day, when I could see, I took these eyes back. He said to himself.

"All the people in the world will be very strange, some people can't see even if they have eyes, some people can only see if they lose their eyes, I don't know if you are that kind of person, but the other pair of eyes in your body must not choose to give up your own eyes like you. As he was leaving, he heard someone say this from the forbidden ground. But he didn't think he cared. Like now, for the first time, he met the eyes in his body.

What do you want to see?

He wanted to ask.

But those eyes soon closed. So he had to refocus his attention on what was behind the door and what was there.

Moro was sure that the room must have been built by the old man, no doubt, the same jumble of carvings, the smell of dust so familiar, the crumbs of earth that fell when the door opened, the lovely smell that was difficult to describe. He glanced back at the old man.

The old man rolled his eyes, "Boy, what does that distrustful look you mean as always!"

Moro sighed and approached the door. It was a small room, and the only exit was the door they entered, and it was empty as far as the eye could see, except for a circular platform more than a foot above the ground, which looked like an altar, but it looked unremarkable, with a spherical thing quietly placed on it, but there was too much dust on it to tell what it was.

The old man followed, swept his sleeve away, and swept away the dust from the room, and they finally saw what the spherical thing was.

Looks...... Like an eye?

"Huh~" Ning Xinyu looked disgusted, "Old man, I didn't expect you to be this kind of person, and you have a habit of collecting eyes!

The old man opened his mouth, with tears in his eyes, stretched out his hand and scratched it, as if he had been caught in the air. "My first name...... No ......."

"Don't pretend!" Moro said sharply.

"Ma Diyo!" the old man jumped high, "Boy, are you looking for a fight!"

Mo Luo waved his hand and said impatiently, "Go to the side, I didn't say anything about you." Then he raised the Wraith Knife and slashed at the eye on the platform.

"Huh~" Ning Xinyu almost screamed, "Okay, you Moluo, I didn't expect you to be even more disgusting, you want to split an eye that has been there for an unknown number of years, it's too brutal!" Then she had to dodge, lest there be any unpleasant liquid splashing on herself when she split that eye, and when she was about to take another look to make sure that she was hiding far enough, she couldn't believe her eyes.

A pair of hands actually grew out of that eyeball, and they caught Moro's knife......

"Well, Diyou," the old man was also confused, "Empty-handed white blade?"