Kong Qiang's funeral ended smoothly in an ordinary atmosphere of mourning and solemnity. As the guardian of this 'ordinary funeral', Drow really didn't know whether to be sad or happy.

On the way home, he couldn't help but recall the years when he was young and frivolous. At that time, a group of friends who didn't learn well would basically get together and reminisce about the whole night every time they finished a group fight with someone.

Everyone drank beer in the case sleeve and boasted about how brave they were in battle. Even if you only have a few plates of peanuts and edamame, you can enjoy it to your heart's content.

But now......

Drow has passed the age of bragging all over the world, and today's group fight is really not easy to brag. When he got home, he washed his face and was about to pour himself a few drinks, when he suddenly noticed that something was not quite right with himself in the mirror.

"My eyes?!"

In the mirror, the black pupil that had accompanied him for twenty-five years turned pale gold.

"No wonder!" Drow suddenly realized, "No wonder there is always a crowd of people looking at me at the funeral, so that's what happened." Why didn't anyone tell me!"

As the only tattoo artist in the county, Zhuoer made something on himself, and the neighbors didn't care too much about it. As for the golden pupils, Drow guessed that it was caused by the stone in his mouth. He didn't care much about safety, and after calming down, he was even a little excited and expectant.

"I have fiery eyes, right? There must be some special powers, pupils or something, just like in the comics. ”

He stared hard at the mirror for a long time, as if Sakuragi Hanamichi was practicing eye killing. It wasn't until an hour later that the eye pain stopped. Back in the room, he pulled out a pair of sunglasses and put them on the bridge of his nose, feeling a lot of emotion in his heart.

"If the color of this eye can't be restored, I'll have to wear it all the time when I go out in the future......

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A day later, Zhang Liang and his party were finally released from the class room. They heard about the battle between Zhuoer and Wang Xian in the detention center, and the first thing they did after they were freed was to come to the shop to find someone.

Drow knew that the gang was coming, and had already figured out what to say about them. When Zhang Liang asked, 'How did you beat 30 people by yourself?' Zhuoer said that he had bought an electric shocker. In fact, Wang Xian also thinks so. As the son of a god, he believed in science more than anyone else.

After this group fight, Qi Ningning disappeared and should have left Qishan County. As for whether he returned to the provincial capital, it's hard to say. In short, Zhuoer's life returned to calm, and Wang Xian did not come to make trouble again.

In the days that followed, he continued to engage in academic research, grabbing his mobile phone to take pictures of various spiritual grasses in various boxes, recording the appearance and smell of these grasses.

Now he could already feel the unique aura emanating from the spirit grass. Although he didn't know that this thing was aura, he could also find spiritual grass based on this aura.

Relying on the convenience of the box, he has gained quite well in the past few days.

In the process of carrying out this work, the porcelain doll fireworker boy started again, swallowed a few herbs despite Drow's resistance, and began to refine the elixir.

This process was repeated several times, and a few weird pills were made. Even the most stupid person can guess the true utility of the fire boy at this time.

Looking at the elixir in his hand, Zhuoer had new questions.

"The effect of these pills is unknown, so you can't eat them indiscriminately. Do you want to show this porcelain doll to the little beauty?"

He hesitantly walked over to the box and telepathically found the location of Yu Luoqi. She was still in a state of running away from home, did not return home, and had been sleeping in the wild for several days.

At this moment, she was crawling on the back of the mountain moving bird and sleeping, pulling the big bird's wings as a quilt.

It's a pity that Yu Luoqi sleeps a little badly, and always likes to pull the quilt, which makes the mountain birds very painful, and they don't dare to complain, so they have to lie there motionless and wait for the owner to wake up.

Zall is used to seeing the sleeping face of his little beauty, and she is very cute, so naturally she can't bear to disturb her.

"Let's wait until she wakes up. Calculate the time, it should be faster......"

When he was bored, he turned on his computer and browsed the web casually. Since getting a pair of 'fiery eyes', he, a tattoo artist, has studied the relevant content of 'eyeball tattoos'.

Eyeball tattooing is a very disgusting technique that can discolor the whites and pupils of the eyes by injecting various dyes.

Drow wasn't prepared to practice this strange skill that had no aesthetic sense, but just wanted to use it as an excuse for the change in the color of his eyes.

After brushing on Bai Plating for a long time, he suddenly found that he had a private message, which was sent by an unfamiliar ID-

If you can really see the light, please write back and tell me the color and position of the light to prove that what you say is true. If you're really not playing a prank, then you only have three years left to live.'"

"Hah, ha???"

Zhuoer was stunned by this private message, and after thinking for a while, he remembered that he had posted a request for help on Baiplating, asking about the pillar of light, and this person must have seen the question post.

At this time, the pillar of light in the direction of the provincial capital still exists, very bright, like a lighthouse. It's been like this since the first day I saw it.

"I'm afraid this person isn't a prank, is he?"

According to Drow's 25 years of life experience, the kind of people who come up and say, 'You're going to encounter a catastrophe soon, a disaster of blood and light' are basically liars.

"Forget it, let's go back to one. There's nothing to do anyway. ”

Zall followed the request of this enthusiastic netizen and returned the answer to the question. He was careful not to reveal his information, just in case.

Soon, a new reply came from that ID.

'Haha, boy, you're out of luck. Tell me, did you eat something wrong and then see it pour down?'

'Who are you?' Drow replied, 'What do you mean I'm dying?'

Don't ask me who I am. Even if I tell you now, you won't believe it, and you will doubt whatever I say. I need you to wait two hours. At twelve o'clock in the afternoon, the pillar of light will turn red, and I will talk to you in detail when you see it. ’

Seeing that this man's tone was so confident, not like a liar, Drow began to panic a little.

"If what he said is true, wouldn't I be going to die?"

After two hours of anxious waiting, the pillar of light did change color, which was bad news.

"Is that man true?" Drow suddenly felt a cool breeze run down his spine, "No, even if he could see the pillar of light, it doesn't mean that his prophecy about my lifespan is true." ”

In any case, this enthusiastic netizen is not talking nonsense, which is certain.

Just as Drow hesitated and didn't know how to reply, the man was the first to send a message.

'How's that, see? Can you tell me now if you ate or drank something strange before you could see the light?'

Drow knew very well that he had only seen it after drinking the wine given by the little girl, but he didn't know whether to say it or not. After a moment of hesitation, he did not answer.

'Tell me first, why do you say I only have three years left to live?'

I can't explain it well on the Internet, and it's not appropriate to say this kind of thing here, I'll be in trouble if I reveal too much. If you want to know about this, just answer my question obediently. ’

'Okay. I did drink something weird, a jug of wine. ’

'Where did that wine come from?'

'It's in the warehouse. Drow told a lie, 'Probably from the early years of my parents' lives. ’

'Oooh. Come on, I'll just assume that what you say is true. ’

'What do I want to know?' asked Drow.

You just don't know if you dare to believe it, so to speak. I have to ask you a question before I say that. Excuse me, have you ever heard of 'cultivating immortals'?"