Guo Fengyan looked at the ceiling and swiftly gouged out his eyeball. A piercing pain shot through him, and he couldn't help but scream in agony.
The pain wasn't just in his eye; it was in every part of his body.
"What? Why?"
He sat on the ground, staring at the eyeball in his hand, his body twitching uncontrollably.
There was no blood, nothing else, just a slick eyeball, with the pupil continually contracting, maintaining a vivid appearance.
When people are injured, they bleed, but he didn't.
Guo Fengyan fell into a long silence. He seemed to realize something, and his expression twisted as if he wanted to cry but couldn't.
At this moment.
In a dark, foul-smelling prison, a corpse leaned motionless against the wall, a line of fresh blood seeping from its tightly shut left eye.
A trail of bloody footprints marked the prison corridor, and around the corner, several prison guards lay on the ground, their chests pierced through.
...
"What is the truth?"
