When the box was first brought down by Song Rui, everyone only noticed its gorgeous workmanship and the way it was preserved after thousands of years, but now, after Fan Jialuo turned the hollowed-out side towards everyone, they realized that the two spheres inlaid on the box were actually two eyeballs!
They were wrapped in two very round and smooth glass bottles. The bottles didn’t have a mouth, and were completely sealed. The inner wall was close to the eyeballs, and contained a faint layer of slightly yellowish liquid. The vacuum sealed environment allowed them to be preserved for thousands of years. The eyeballs were now staring straight at the paralyzed Old Liang, their pupils emitting a fierce, evil, and resentful light. They appeared full of vitality, much more terrible than the eyes of someone bursting with hatred.
Old Liang was sweating profusely, screaming and crawling backwards on all fours. Old Lu grabbed his arm and struggled to drag him backwards. The people who were originally surrounding Fan Jialuo had dispersed at this time, as if he had a deadly virus that would kill them if they touched it. Only Song Rui still stood beside him, looking at the two eyeballs with interest.
Fan Jialuo stretched out his hand, covering the eyeballs, and said slowly, “I’m going to take them away.”
“What?” Old Liang, who was still scared to death, immediately recovered and said in a trembling voice, “No! You can’t take these things away! I’m sure that they are the eyes of the abandoned Empress Luqiu! They are of great research value, so you must return them to us! They are a cultural relic belonging to the country, and cannot be handed over to an individual!”
Fan Jialuo opened the hollow metal box, carefully taking out the two glass-wrapped eyeballs, and placed them in the palm of his hand. Seeing his action, the people who were already far from him ran away even further. They acted as though they were looking at two bombs that could be detonated at any time.
“They are the source of the curse. Anyone who is watched by them will become the target of the curse, and no one will be spared. In this case, how could you research them? What can you research after you’ve even lost your life?” Fan Jialuo leaned down and looked at Old Liang with a confused expression.
However, Old Liang still insisted, “Then we won’t study it. We’ll just keep them in a place where no one is around to block the spell. In any case, they must belong to the Cultural Relics Conservation Bureau, and you can’t take them away.”
Fan Jialuo wrinkled his brows for a moment in thought, before removing the hand covering the eyeballs and asking slowly, “Are you sure you want to keep them? Do you know what kind of existence they are? They have memories, and although they have been shelved for more than a thousand years, their spirituality has always existed, just waiting to be awakened by a certain opportunity. Once they’re awakened, foraging for souls will become their instinct. They will emit strong signals to lure the living closer, especially those with abundant energy, such as strong young men or spiritual beings. They will devour the souls of their prey to strengthen themselves, and when they are strong enough, an empty room, a ruined palace, or even an imperial city will be within the range of their spell. Even if you take precautions to avoid approaching them, you will still not be able to avoid being devoured by them.”
When he spoke, the two eyeballs that were cupped in the palm of Fan Jialuo’s hand, which were originally staring straight at Old Liang, began to slowly turn around until they fixed on Fan Jialuo’s face. They emitted a strange light, as if they were watching, but they also seemed to be remembering something. After they recognized this person, they sent out an attack using their divine thoughts.
Seeing that the eyes could actually turn like those of a living person, the surrounding crowd once again retreated until their backs were against the wall, unable to escape further.
Old Liang shouted in terror, his legs growing weaker until he could no longer stand.
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No one had walked into this palace due to their compulsion, so as long as you stayed away from them and isolated them, nothing should happen, right? Just like the past 1400 years. It was also possible that Fan Jialuo was exaggerating in order to make it easier for him to take the eyes away. He was a psychic, and there was no telling how such an evil item might be used in his hands! In any case, if more lives were lost…
In this manner, the scholars had turned into supporters of Old Liang, firmly believing that the eyeballs must be kept with the Cultural Relics Conservation Bureau.
Only the “Harry Potter Quartet” and He Jinglian knew that Fan Jialuo was speaking the truth. The quartet were compelled by the eyes to step onto the throne so they were directly exposed to the spell, while He Jinglian’s special ability caused her to immediately fall into the trap set by the eyeballs.
How could ordinary people, especially the elderly, with their weak energy, possibly feel the horror of this pair of eyeballs?
The stubborn scholars were silently confronting Fan Jialuo, one insisting on keeping them while the other insisted on taking them. The scene was suddenly frozen, until Song Rui sighed and said, “Don’t worry, I’ll handle it.”
His words were obviously addressed to Fan Jialuo, because when he walked towards a quiet corner of the palace with his phone, he rubbed Fan Jialuo’s head along the way. The corners of his mouth lifted, as if helplessly expressing he “couldn’t do anything about him,” as well as firmly expressing he’d “try to meet all of his needs.”
The “rubbed” Fan Jialuo froze for about a second before he realized what Dr. Song was talking about. However, he was an impatient person, so he didn’t stop trying to persuade Old Liang and the others, and his so-called persuasion was really a bit scary.
“These eyeballs are no different from nuclear radiation, which can penetrate through numerous physical objects to harm people. Similar to radiation, they must be isolated, and my energy field is the only thing that can isolate them at the moment. You may think that I am exaggerating, but it doesn’t matter. I will show you what kind of existence they are without being isolated,” Fan Jialuo slowly said while withdrawing his energy field wrapping around the surface of the eyeballs and wrapping himself in turn. Instantly, everyone found that he disappeared.
It wasn’t the type of disappearance where his entire body had disappeared. He was clearly still there, but you just couldn’t focus on him. You’d unconsciously ignore him and stare at the two things in the palm of his hand.
At this time, the two eyeballs that were originally fixed on Fan Jialuo seemed to have suddenly lost their target, and after being motionless for a moment, they suddenly began to spin wildly along the inner wall of the glass bottle. They rushed left and right, rolling up and down, spinning around, yet the powerful soul they were eager to devour couldn’t be found. He had inexplicably disappeared!
Once again, the frenzied movements of the eyeballs plunged everyone into deep fear. It was as if they were still alive in someone’s eye sockets. They were flexible, shining, and possessed sentience! However, they were clearly kept in two sealed bottles, and were long dead!
“They, what are they looking for?” Old Liang’s lips had turned from white to purple, and he couldn’t breathe due to the overwhelming fear!
“They are looking for souls to devour,” Fan Jialuo said quietly.
“Ah!” Old Liang’s miserable scream sounded increasingly wretched, and his butt rubbed against the ground as he quickly retreated backwards. He didn’t want to be noticed by these eyes!
However, he was overthinking. The flexible eyes directly skipped over the group of frail old men and looked at the young people further away. Their vicious gaze flicked across their faces one by one with an eerie light, as if they were gauging their worth. Honestly, no one could hold out against such an obviously malicious gaze, and the people they swept over collapsed, scared out of their minds.
Soon, the psychics, whose souls were far more powerful than those of ordinary people, became the primary targets of these eyeballs. They locked onto them and sized them up one by one, comparing them like an old lady shopping at the morning market, carefully selecting cheap and high-quality goods. The eyeballs wandered back and forth between He Jinglian and Yuan Zhongzhou, but then the whites of the eyes suddenly rolled and they turned sharply towards Song Rui, who was farther away, and the pitch-black pupils locked firmly on him.
Their gaze was hot, focused, and bright, as if they had fallen in love with Song Rui at first sight, or a ferocious beast was stalking its prey. They actually abandoned the group of powerful psychics and chose an ordinary person. No one could hold out against such a ghastly gaze, but Song Rui just turned his head to glance at them before continuing to communicate with someone on the phone.
Could it be that the eyes only looked terrifying, but actually had no lethality? Such a thought came to the crowd’s mind, but was quickly denied, because after locking onto Song Rui, they turned to He Jinglian, Yuan Zhongzhou, Zhu Xiya, Ah Huo, Ding Puhang… After scanning these psychics one by one, they looked at the program staff, first Song Wennuan, followed by the physically strongest cameraman, then the director… Finally, they looked at the group of old people, Old Lu, Old Liang, Old Zhang…
They selected their prey according to the strength of their souls, and their covetous and greedy gaze was chilling. All the people selected by them, except Song Rui, began to experience different degrees of headaches and hallucinations. Their vision actually pierced the barrier of time, and they saw a woman with a festering body in the void. She was crawling on all fours, leaving a long line of blood on the ground. A white-faced man followed behind her, trying to help, but was repeatedly refused.
They climbed from the remote cold palace up Cuiping Mountain, and the gravel tore the woman’s skin and scraped away her flesh and blood, exposing the bone on her knees and palms, but she just stared at the starlight on top of the mountain. She murmured the names of many people, including her carefully raised children, her parents who she was unable to take care of, her brothers who protected her growing up, and her relative who accompanied her on her journey. They had all turned into sandy soil.
The flames of hatred burned in her eyes, all the way to her heart and soul, and the man accompanying her shed bitter tears, but didn’t try to stop her self-destructive behavior. Finally, she climbed to the top of the mountain and shouted something at the man mournfully, her festered face hideous like a ghost.
However, the man wasn’t afraid, and took her face and kissed it again and again. Then, almost in a frenzy, he untied her belt and hung her from the tallest pine tree. He looked up at her with tears streaming down his face, but she stared straight at the imperial city below and uttered a curse from her soul—With blood as a guide, and a soul as a sacrifice, all those I look upon will eventually be devoured by me!
As soon as these words, stained with blood and quenched with venom, came out, the noses of everyone who was bewitched by the illusion began to bleed, and they began to clutch their heads and roll all over the ground. Only Song Rui merely frowned, with not even the slightest tremor or confusion in his voice.
He subconsciously looked at the handsome young man, and seeing that he was safe and sound, only then did he continue to look at the people suffering from pain with an indifferent gaze, as if he was watching a drama. This even included his cousin Song Wennuan.
The illusion didn’t end with great pain: the man stood under the woman’s body for the night as the body was blown back and forth by the wind, staggering left and right alongside it. Rotten blood dripped down his face, as if they were bloody tears, but he had no more tears to shed, as his heart had died alongside the woman.
He returned to the resplendent palace in a daze, but turned to face the group of palace maids walking towards him with an arrogant expression. The maids knelt at his feet with utter panic on their faces. He seemed to have a high status in this cannibalistic palace.
The woman’s body was soon discovered, and the curse she left behind began to circulate inexplicably throughout the palace. A tall man walked to the straw mat where the body was laid out, his eyes filled with disgust. The white-faced man was now whispering something in his ear with an apprehensive expression. The tall man’s face grew increasingly distorted, and he stretched out his hand without hesitation. He gouged out the woman’s eyes, which could not be closed no matter what, and threw them to the ground fiercely. These were the only things in her body that hadn’t rotted.
After the tall man left, the humble man picked up the eyes and hid them in his sleeve, waving his hand at the guards in an impatient manner. The woman’s body was wrapped in a straw mat and casually thrown to the mass grave. In the end, the man who had once made a vow of eternal love and made her pay for everything didn’t even leave her a place to bury her bones.
The scene gradually fell into darkness, and when the light reappeared, the perspective in the illusion had changed. The bewitched crowd seemed to be standing at a high place overlooking the palace. The tall man who appeared previously was sitting on a magnificent dragon throne covered with bright yellow brocade, accepting the bows of his ministers. His smug smile froze on his face as soon as he showed it, and then he covered his head and fell from the supreme throne, rolling on the ground in pain. The ministers scattered in all directions, not daring to touch the emperor, but the white-faced man rushed forward to help him. His expression was anxious, but a strange smile could be seen from his pupils.
In the blink of an eye, the person sitting atop the dragon throne had changed. It was a young child less than five years old, who couldn’t even walk steadily. He could only be pulled along by a beautiful woman wearing a Chinese robe as he stumbled up to the supreme throne. The woman wearing the robe appeared solemn, but her eyes hid arrogance, self-satisfaction, and ambition. Everything she had dreamed of had finally come true.
The white-faced man knelt beside the dragon throne with his back bowed. He appeared humble, but his eyebrows were raised slightly. He glanced at the tall beams, and the resentment and hatred in his eyes were exactly the same as that of the hung woman. When he withdrew his eyes, the young child carried onto the dragon throne by the woman wearing the robe actually began to bleed from his seven orifices, before convulsing and fainting.
The desperate screams of the beautifully dressed woman finally put an end to the terrible illusion. The people who returned to reality held their heads, staring blankly at their nosebleed-stained shirts, unable to break free from the severe dizziness and fear. The living history was unfolding before their eyes, but they would rather never have to experience it!
Her father and uncles died in battle one by one, her elder brothers sacrificing their lives to protect their wives. Her relatives were stationed at the border, and almost all the sons and daughters of the Luqiu clan had shed blood for the Wu Dynasty. The more than 300 people who remained in the capital were either widows or orphans, young or old. Everyone held a memorial tablet in their arms that didn’t have time to cool. However, even though they were loyal to such an extent, they couldn’t escape the fate of being poisoned in the end. Even the three sons and daughters of her husband’s blood were all hung in the sky prison. The reason was to make way for a fetus that was not yet born, not even knowing whether it was a boy or girl!
How could Empress Luqiu accept such a reason? How could Empress Luqiu forget such hatred? Even though a thousand years had passed, she would devour everything in this palace city, just like how this palace city had once mercilessly devoured her family.
The hearts of the crowd were lumped into a ball by this unsolvable hatred and crushed viciously. When they tilted their heads up and fell into the suffocation of death, a pair of pale hands slowly covered the two eyeballs, and all the pain disappeared…
So terrible!
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So…..what was Fan Jialou past, and it seems that we are getting farther from the truth. Anyways thanks for the chapter♡♥
I’m curious about the eyes recognizing Fan Jialuo in the previous chapter. Was it because he was “tasty”…. or because the empress met him when she was alive?
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Riiight??? Like when the eyes recognized him does that mean that the empress met him when she was still alive??? What was their relationship with each other or like how big was the impact of their encounter to her that she still remembers him. This is so exciting!
Now im intrigued i need to know what happens next
Thank you for the chapter!!
Thank you for the chapter!
I imagine how bizarre this scene must look on camera with everyone groaning in pain and fainting all over the place xd