Qin Ze took out a mirror from his storage ring and looked at his face. Sure enough, he saw an eye on his left cheek.
On the surface, it looked like an ordinary big eye of Kazilan.
Qin Ze looked at the eye, and the eye looked at him, and even "winked" at him.
"Are you okay?"
Qin Ze pulled the corner of his mouth.
Miss Jian Xia didn't care about watering the flowers and flew over immediately.
"I'm fine."
"But I think you're in big trouble."
The eye looked at Miss Jian Xia, it seemed very strange, why did the sword box fly up?
However, Qin Ze has been communicating with Miss Jian Xia through his mind, and the eye didn't know that the sword box could speak.
Otherwise, it would probably stare out of surprise.
Qin Ze thought of what happened when Bianbian Pashui first came to this world.
Brother Shui had eyes all over his body, and Brother Yuanzi helped him dig them out one by one.
"I only have one, and it seems that I am not seriously ill yet."
Qin Ze raised his finger to poke the eye, and the eye immediately closed in panic.
"Little thing, you are quite shy."
The eye was like a newborn baby. After Qin Ze put down his hand, it immediately opened again, curiously observing everything around.
"Is this... a spirit?"
After a moment, Qin Ze discovered the strangeness of this eye.
There seemed to be a spirit inside, trying to come out of the eye.
However, because Qin Ze's own powerful spirit was like a burning flame, the spirit shrank back before it emerged.
"Interesting."
Rather than an eye, it is better to say that it is an egg.
Qin Ze probably knew the purpose of this eye.
Parasitism and possession.
The eye is equivalent to an eggshell, and the spirit inside is a fertilized egg.
But how did this eye parasitize on him?
If the eye had not suddenly opened, he would not have noticed it at all.
Qin Ze carefully recalled his experience during the day.
He simply walked around the forest and did not encounter any crisis or changes.
And the clones are still in the forest now, and they don't have extra eyes, so it's not the forest's fault?
"It's the witch."
The only difference between Qin Ze and the clones is that he has seen the witch.
"Old bitch, you are really not a good thing."
Miss Jian Xia was very worried: "Qin Ze, are you going to die?"
She didn't want to lose this good friend.
Qin Ze has long been immune to Miss Jian Xia's daily auspicious words.
"Don't worry, you won't die for a while."
Miss Jian Xia breathed a sigh of relief: "That's good."
Qin Ze didn't dig out his eyes right away.
He wanted to see what this little thing wanted to do.
Would he grow more eyes on his body.
As the sky darkened, the villagers picked up torches and gathered in the small square.
The long-armed man passed by the door and invited: "Want to come together?"
Qin Ze shook his head and declined: "I'm tired from walking in the forest during the day, I plan to rest directly in a while."
The long-armed man did not force it: "If you need anything, tell the neighbors."
Looking at the long-armed man's back, Qin Ze felt strange.
He was ready to have a conflict, but the villagers didn't seem to care so much whether he participated in the team building.
Qin Ze remembered the witch's words, come and go freely.
Hula la——
Miss Jian Xia was still happily watering the flowers.
The flowers in the flowerpot were no longer as gorgeous as they were at the beginning, but became a little withered.
"Bring the flowerpot here for me to see."
Miss Jian Xia reluctantly put away the flying sword and lifted the flowerpot onto the table with sword intent.
Qin Ze's eyes widened, the sword box that could understand human words and had special abilities.
Artifact!
Qin Ze ignored the shock in his eyes.
It's reasonable for me, a sword cultivator, to have a magical sword box, right?
The flowerpot is made of pottery, with a few lines of small characters on the side. After countless years of wind and rain, it can still be vaguely recognized.
"Happy birthday to you at the age of 18."
"May you become a powerful spiritual walker soon, and cut... cut what?"
The words behind it are not clear.
Qin Ze frowned.
In just two sentences, there is an extremely amazing amount of information.
Birthday and death anniversary, these two completely unrelated days are combined together.
In addition, like the fire walking technique of the Blue Flame Clan, spiritual walkers seem to be a special way of cultivation in this world.
The thing behind the word "cut" is obviously the crisis that the world is facing, and spiritual walkers need to solve it.
"Evil God."
Qin Ze quickly deduced an answer.
The world was invaded by Brother Niutou's colleagues, but the invasion was not successful, and a delicate balance was reached with the power of the forest.
As for the local natives, they all died in this "war".
The house where Qin Ze is located is facing the distantThe square.
The villagers have all arrived, and the witch is sitting by the bonfire as usual.
Qin Ze looked at the witch illuminated by the bonfire and murmured, "Is the witch a preacher?"
Sensing Qin Ze's gaze, the witch looked up and smiled at him politely.
"The witch didn't force me to participate in their team building."
"Isn't he afraid that I won't sleep tonight and find out about the stealing of soul power?"
Qin Ze immediately returned the flower pot to Miss Jian Xia. He noticed the reluctant look on her face.
Her eyes stared at the flower pot silently, as if she was reminiscing about the past, or remembering something.
"Little thing, you still put it on."
Qin Ze flicked it hard.
His eyes were caught off guard and hit the bull's eye, and tears flowed.
As the last glimmer of light in the sky disappeared, the night enveloped the world.
Led by the witch, the villagers sang the ancient ballad again around the bonfire.
The singing floated over the village, drifted into the forest, and went far, far away.
Qin Ze felt the power that penetrated his soul again, and his eyelids became heavy.
"The power of rules."
There was a kind of power in the singing, no wonder he was suddenly hit last night.
The golden divine pattern in his eyes flashed, and the singing was just an ordinary song in Qin Ze's ears.
The eyes on his face noticed the divine pattern, and it was very strange, why didn't it have it.
We are all eyes, treat them differently, right!
The villagers fell asleep one after another, and the singing became quieter and quieter.
In less than ten minutes, only the witch was still sitting by the campfire, and the rest of the villagers had fallen asleep.
The witch looked at Qin Ze, nodded slightly to him, and then lay down to sleep.
"It's started."
Miss Jianxie leaned against Qin Ze and whispered.
In the distant forest, the tower appeared faintly.
Qin Ze's eyes condensed, and what he saw last night was indeed not an illusion.
The soul power of the villagers was inexplicably stripped away, gathered above the village and floated towards the tower.
Only a little soul power was stripped away, which did not threaten the lives of the villagers.
What is this?
Sustainable harvesting?
The tower was bathed in the starlight of soul power, and they gathered together to form a long river, which flowed down from the top of the tower and disappeared at the foot of the tower.
Qin Ze asked Miss Jianxie beside him: "There is a tower over there, can't you see it?"
Miss Jianxie looked around when she heard this: "Where is the tower?"