The sleeping Tian Bufan suddenly opened his eyes.
His eyes were pitch black, with no whites or pupils visible, seemingly an abyss, from which countless eyes rolled and wandered.
As he opened his eyes, those eyes seemed to find an exit and rushed out of his eye sockets.
Kuai Hongji looked on coldly as these eyes bounced out like beads, scattering throughout the dormitory.
When all the eyes left Tian Bufan's body, his body stopped trembling, and only then did Kuai Hongji say, "It's dark, please close your eyes."
Tian Bufan closed his eyes again.
Kuai Hongji didn't bother with the old kerosene lamp on Tian Bufan's body, but instead stroked his right eye...
Immediately, a malevolent and sinister smile appeared on his lips, and unusual-colored breath began to emerge from his body—a black-gray mist entwined with blood-red threads, like the smoke released when a coal stove is overturned.
Like... the ink sprayed by an octopus.
