The darkness surged up, forming two hand-shaped black chairs beneath Li Changzhou and Yang Qinglan. As the two of them relaxed, the black box imprisoning the blind man dissipated.
If they were to make a move, now would be the perfect opportunity.
But in the darkness, countless black lines stood between him and Li Changzhou, and the black hand chairs beneath them could close their fingers at any moment to protect them.
An ice corpse still stood behind the blind man, its gray-white eyeballs spinning madly, silently staring at the blind man.
"'Life and Death Separation,'" the blind man said calmly, "the holder will transform into their ten-year-old self, both in appearance and character. The appearance changes instantly, but the personality gradually regresses to their ten-year-old state with each use."
He absolutely trusted the golden eyes' glimpse of the future, which was why he surrendered earlier and could remain so calm now.
