As the night slowly shrouded, the world seemed to be quiet at this moment, enjoying the tranquility of the day.

However, in a deep forest, the silence was broken by the sound of heavy breathing.

It's not the sound of one person's footsteps, it's like they're chasing each other.

Moreover, their pace is very chaotic, not a normal run alone at all, more like a seriously injured person, dragging a precarious body with an injury.

Gradually, two figures appeared in front and behind.

The former, a man dressed in tattered white, covered his chest with one hand and his left eye with the other.

It is obvious that the left side of the face covered by the hand of the man in white is covered with bloodstains, which is in staring with the right face, and the right eye is very wide, and there is a strange purple pattern attached to the pupil, this purple vein, as if it is a living thing, constantly changing its shape in the pupils of the man in white, and in the lower eyelids, the blood and tears that have been piled up flow out in a subversion, which is very embarrassing, and people can't help but feel a chill.

The latter, the black shirt was still torn, and even half of the trouser legs seemed to be torn off, revealing dirty but very delicate legs without any scars, and the feet that had been stained with dirt seemed to have no feeling, and stumbled away in the direction of the man in white at a fast speed.

Similarly, in the eyes of the black-clothed young man, the blood-red lines continued to alternate, constantly devouring the only aura in the black-clothed young man's eyes, becoming more and more hollow.

There was a trace of saliva flowing from the corner of his blood-stained mouth, as if he was about to eat something.

The man in white looked behind him in a panic, and his mouth was trembling: "It's not a person at all, it's a ghost, it's a ghost...... , people can't be like this, it's a ghost ......"

With that, he widened his remaining right eye again, and suddenly, purple vines turned around his body, buried where he went, trying to intercept the black-clothed young man he called a ghost behind him.

The black-clothed boy seemed to be delirious at this time, ignoring the purple glowing vines that had become as thick as a tree trunk in just an instant, and rushed in, and the purple vines retracted, enveloping the black-clothed boy.

But in the next moment, the purple vines turned into white points of light, turned into stars and dissipated between heaven and earth, and the black-clothed young man just paused before chasing after him again.

When the man in white saw this scene, his pupils dilated again, and he gasped and muttered, "Why didn't the pupil technique work for him, why, they lied to me, why did they lie to me? Why lie to me!"

"Ah!!h

The man in white was a little careless, he tripped over a very deep buried stone and fell to the ground, and when he wanted to get up, he found that he had no strength, because of the frequent use of pupil techniques, his body was extremely weak at this time, his consciousness was blurred, and his spirit was damaged.

When he struggled to get up, a gust of wind whistled in his ears, followed by a sharp pain in his abdomen, which made the man in white conscious a lot.

When he saw his body, he had already noticed that an arm with intricate patterns was stuck straight into his abdomen, bleeding profusely.

The man in white looked up with difficulty, and only his right eye saw the true face of the young man in black.

After the battle just now, at this time, the black-clothed young man's face was just dirty, without a trace of scars, on the blackened eyes, the dark red lines were constantly jumping, as if he was shouting victory, at this moment, the black-clothed young man appeared with a light smile, and the man in white suddenly panicked, and then saw the young man's other hand slowly raised, and the next moment, the perspective suddenly darkened, and the pain from the heart came from the eye socket, and he lost consciousness.

The black-clothed young man looked at the purple veined eyes lying in a pool of blood on his palm, his expression was hideous, as if he was resisting something, but helplessly, the black-clothed young man squatted down, trembled and put his eyes into his mouth, covered his mouth, and chewed.

After a long time, Yang Yi, who had been in a coma for an unknown amount of time, stroked his painful head and sat up, and at first glance, he saw the man in white in front of him.

"I'm still ......" Yang Yi's eyes were distracted, looking at his bloodstained palm, he didn't know what he was thinking, he sat there stunned, motionless.

At a certain moment, Yang Yi's expression suddenly froze, and his two fingers poked back into his eyes with lightning speed, and just as the fingers were about to poke into the pupil, Yang Yi's movements stopped abruptly, as if he was restricted by something.

Yang Yi's body trembled, but the hard work was useless, and on his cheeks, two lines of tears rolled down.

He lowered his fingers, buried his head, curled up on the ground, and said in a voice that only he could hear, "Leave me alone, please." ”

......

Four years ago, Yang Yi, who was only 12 years old, was necrotic because of an accident, the left side of his face was severely burned and not human-shaped, his legs were comminuted, and his hearing was seriously reduced.

Since then, the blind Yang Yi's temperament has changed greatly, not that irritable, but as silent as stagnant water.

At that time, because Yang Yi had no hope for this world, only he was still alive, he should just give an explanation to his relatives, and he didn't want them to be so miserable, so it was good to spend the rest of his life like this.

However, two years ago, a phone call changed Yang Yi's life and became more and more strange.

That phone call told Yang Yi by name, we can cure your illness.

Yes, Yang Yi's body was burned, fractured, and even eyeball necrosis, which was magically healed by those people, and Yang Yi, who regained his light and stood on the ground again, was ecstatic, completely unaware of what would happen in the future.

At the beginning, Yang Yi's eyes were still the same as ordinary people, with black pupils, even brighter than before, full of smart breath.

His legs are even more agile than before.

It wasn't until a year later that Yang Yi began to feel the gradual prostration of his body, as if something was missing in his soul, sometimes smirking at the clear sky, sometimes going crazy in the middle of the night.

This feeling lasted for half a month, until finally, the whole person lost consciousness.

When Yang Yi woke up, he was on the top floor of a high-rise building, and at first, he only felt a burst of collapse, and his strength was exhausted.

When Yang Yi turned around, he found that this place was not empty, not far from him, a broken body lay in a pool of blood.

The corpse, with no part of its body intact, its eyelids wide open, but no eyeballs in it, and its mouth wide open, as if it had suffered a great deal of pain before dying.

Subconsciously, panic, fear, and all negative emotions rushed up, and Yang Yi was at a loss, but found that his hands were stained with blood.

In an instant, his mind went blank, and he didn't care whether the blood-red lines floating in front of him were hallucinations or whatever, so he just sat there stunned, indifferent.

At that time, Yang Yi saw such a scene for the first time.

Yang Yi tried to understand what this eyeball of his own was, but found that there were many people who had the same experience as himself, and they also had pupils that showed strange glowing lines under special circumstances.

Yang Yi was hunted down and killed by countless people with special eyes, men and women, old and young, Yang Yi has all seen them, they hunted down and killed themselves, all for the same reason: "I want to live by borrowing your eyeballs." ”

It wasn't until a year ago that Yang Yi dug out the pupils of his former friend with tears in his eyes that he found that this small pupil was just a hunting game.

Those who have pupils must devour the pupils that have pupils to keep themselves alive and improve their pupils to become stronger and stronger.

Everyone who has a pupil must devour one other pupil within a year, otherwise, even if you don't want to, the pupil will control your brain, randomly looking for other pupil artists, if you meet someone with stronger pupil skills, your weakness can only bury yourself.

Each eye pupil has its own ability, Yang Yi doesn't know what his pupil technique is, he has seen the bells and whistles of the pupil technique, and he has also seen the rock-solid pupil technique, every eye seems to have its own story, but helplessly, living in this crack, relying on each other's blood, surviving, making himself strong, snatching others, until he becomes a member of the pupil that was robbed.

Yang Yi has always wanted to find those people who implanted this pupil in his body, but in the end, he still failed to do so, but made Yang Yi what he is now.

"Can I come back from the beginning?" Yang Yi opened his restored pupils, and the sound of choking slowly sounded from the quiet deep forest, and finally, it dissipated between heaven and earth.