A heretical cultivator in Bureau 749, I'm the fiercest at pulling out tendons and skinning peop

Director Zhang pointed to Zhang Quan's eyes.

"His once-powerful Golden Eyes are now completely ruined. He can only see the general outlines and shadows of things; it's practically like he's blind."

"My pupil technique is completely gone, and the meridians around my eyes are damaged. Forcing myself to circulate my energy causes a needle-like pain."

"I asked Old Liu to try every possible method and send in a lot of effective elixirs. But once the elixirs were taken, they were like mud oxen sinking into the sea, completely useless."

As he spoke, he turned his head and his gaze fell on Ji Zuodao, a hint of expectation in his gentle eyes.

"Old Liu mentioned you when he spoke to me before, saying that your three masters' methods... well, they're quite special. You've mastered about 98% of their skills."

"It seems like traditional methods won't work for Xiao Quan's eyes. I've been thinking..."

Director Zhang paused, his tone becoming serious.

"Could you take a look? Using your... uh, not-so-orthodox way of thinking, see if there's any way to fix it?"

"Trying anything is better than nothing... cough, just waiting around."

Ji Zuodao listened, neither immediately agreeing nor refusing.

He took a few steps forward, approached Zhang Quan, and with a bluish glint in his eyes, carefully examined the other man's tightly closed eyelids.

You can vaguely see that the pupils seem to have moved slightly under the eyelids, but no golden light of pupil magic shines out, only silence.

He stretched out his hand again and waved it in front of Zhang Quan's eyes.

Zhang Quan didn't react much, only curving his lips slightly: "Brother, stop shaking it, I can't see clearly even if you leave afterimages. Right now, my eyes are like they're covered with ten layers of frosted glass, and it's even frosted."

He can still joke around; he has a good attitude.

Ji Zuodao leaned forward and gently pried open Zhang Quan's eyelids with two fingers to examine his eyes closely.

The surface of his eyes was covered with a layer of murky gray, and deep inside, there was only deathly stillness.

Don't worry, it's treatable.

"real?"

The seriousness between Director Zhang's brows immediately eased.

Zhang Quan, who had been trying to appear calm, couldn't help but catch his breath and his fingers curled unconsciously.

He's been blind all these years, and he always pretends to be indifferent, but who can really not care?

From the time I can remember, all my energy and countless years have been devoted to those "golden eyes that see through illusions".

Once everything is destroyed, let alone rebuilding it, even the desire to see the world clearly again becomes a luxury.

"Would I lie to you?"

Ji Zuodao patted his chest loudly, his face clearly showing his confidence.

"My medical skills are absolutely top-notch! Back in our mountain village, people call me 'Little Miracle Doctor'!"

Dog, who was squatting in the corner, silently picked up Qiqi by the back of her collar and moved her a little further away to avoid getting splattered with blood later.

It can definitely be cured; I have no doubt about that.

After all, this kid had learned his master's "life-saving and healing" skills perfectly.

The problem is... if what this kid is learning can really be called medical skills.

As for the little miracle doctor?

Dog rolled his eyes.

All it remembered was that everyone who had been "treated" by this kid would avoid him like the plague, always going three miles away rather than two and a half.

Ji Zuodao didn't care what Doggy thought; he lowered his head and spat on his right index finger.

The saliva touched his fingertip and made a soft "sizzling" sound, like cold oil splashing into a hot pan, which made Director Zhang's eyelids twitch.

This preparatory action... it doesn't look like a proper medical consultation at all.

"Come on, open your eyelids a little wider, relax, don't be nervous."

Ji Zuodao flexed his wet finger, speaking casually.

"it is good."

Zhang Quan did as instructed, trying to open his eyes, which had been closed for so long, wider, even though everything in front of him was still blurry.

"Oh, right..."

Ji Zuodao suddenly seemed to remember something and asked casually.

"You mentioned before that you saw a way to stop this place from expanding outwards? What exactly happened?"

"Oh, that one."

Zhang Quan, without suspecting anything, replied in the same vein.

"It's simple. As long as the number of people in this area, including both the people and their inner demons, reaches 360, which is in line with the Heavenly Gang number, it will be enough. So in reality, 180 living people, plus their respective inner demons, will be enough. Of course, this rule will be invalidated once the boundary marker is delivered."

"That's interesting. It sounds like a game dungeon where you need to gather enough people to start a raid."

"Haha, that's a pretty novel way of putting it."

The two chatted back and forth, creating a relaxed atmosphere.

Zhang Quan's tense shoulders unconsciously relaxed a bit.

It's too late to say, then soon!

Just as Zhang Quan's mind relaxed slightly—

Ji Zuodao's sizzling finger shot out like lightning, making a precise hook and pull!

puff.

Two round, still damp objects landed in his palm.

At the same time, with his other hand, he had already prepared two small clumps of dark red, slightly pulsating flesh, which, with a "snap," firmly plugged Zhang Quan's instantly empty eye sockets.

Zhang Quan felt a burning sensation in his eyes, followed by a coolness.

"Well?"

He had no idea what was happening.

Director Zhang, standing to the side, nearly popped his eyes out.

So... you managed to pry it out?

Gouging out an eyeball with bare hands?!

Is this what you call "top-notch medical skills"?

Isn't this a bit too hardcore?!

Before Director Zhang could recover from this brutal and outrageous operation, an even more bizarre scene unfolded.

The two clumps of flesh blocking Zhang Quan's eye sockets twitched and popped open, each giving a wet, rolling eyeball!

"Huh?!"

Zhang Quan was stunned at first, then overjoyed: "I can see?! Wait... no..."

The joy lasted only half a second before turning into deep confusion and horror.

"How can my eyes...curve?!"

He saw his own nose, his own mouth, even... his own forehead and the ends of his hair?

That perspective was so bizarre it was indescribable.

Director Zhang saw it clearly. Even with his vast experience, he couldn't help but swallow hard, his Adam's apple bobbing.

The two lumps of flesh stuffed into his nephew's empty eye sockets, like living, soft tissues, slowly stretched and protruded...

Finally, it turned into two slightly wriggling creatures, each topped with an eyeball...

Flesh-colored tiny tentacles!

It looked just like a snail extending its eye stalks, with its two eyeballs hanging there swaying precariously, instantly giving it an astonishing 360-degree field of vision with no blind spots.

"Don't rush, don't rush,"

The culprit, Ji Zuodao, waved his hand, as if soothing a cat with its fur standing on end.

"An emergency measure, for temporary use. How effective is it? All-around view, built-in anti-spying feature."

As he spoke, he slowly rummaged through the suspicious-looking human skin pouch at his waist and pulled out a large handful of things.

Splash!

He dumped a bunch of round, wet eyeballs of different colors and textures onto the stone table next to him.

Some had emerald green pupils, some had amber hues, and some even had strange vertical pupils or compound eye structures, which reflected a faint light in the dim indoor light.

Ji Zuodao clapped his hands, smiling broadly, his tone as enthusiastic as a vendor enthusiastically promoting their wares at a night market:

"Come on, take a look. These on the table are all the high-quality items I've collected over time, with a complete range of styles."

Pick a pair you like.