Chapter 144: The Dead Man’s Eyeball [3]

Once the Yin-Yang Arm emerged, the entire bedroom’s aura of resentment seemed to intensify more than tenfold! The terrifying yin energy almost took on a tangible form, swirling around Yan Yu’s left arm so clearly that even Meng Guohui, who possessed no cultivation, could see it distinctly. A grotesque ghostly face appeared on Yan Yu’s arm, its sheer intimidation causing Liu Yuxin and Zhang Jingtian to tremble in fear.

Only Yan Yu sighed quietly to himself, "I should have rolled up my sleeves first. Another shirt ruined..."

“Eat!” The ghostly face seemed to express its displeasure at Yan Yu’s words.

“This time I summoned you not to eat. Don’t act recklessly, or I might end up cursed by heaven,” Yan Yu warned. Summoning the Qilin Arm alone wouldn’t incur divine retribution, but if the arm struck and killed any spirit, punishment would surely follow.

Snapping back to reality, Yan Yu noticed Liu Yuxin and the others staring at him in shock. He asked puzzled, “What are you all looking at?”

“Why is there a ghostly face on your Yin-Yang Arm?” Liu Yuxin inquired.

Yan Yu was taken aback. “Don’t we all have one?”

“...No, we don’t,” Zhang Jingtian replied somewhat speechlessly.

Only then did Yan Yu realize. Both Su Han and Liu Yuxin had organs from the deceased within them, yet neither bore a ghostly face like his Yin-Yang Arm. He had assumed such an apparition was normal.

Frowning, Liu Yuxin said, “It seems there’s another entity sealed within your arm, and this one carries a deep grudge.” The ghostly face exuded such intense resentment that the strange presence in Meng Guohui’s forehead was completely suppressed.

“Enough. Let’s deal with Mr. Meng’s situation first. We’ll talk about the ghostly face later,” Liu Yuxin said seriously. Though young, she was earnest and rarely joked.

She raised her right hand, and the five fingers gradually darkened, surrounded by swirling yin energy. The entity hiding in Meng Guohui’s forehead grew restless, spinning rapidly, as if trying to escape.

“Do it!” Meng Guohui cried out through the pain.

Liu Yuxin didn’t hesitate. Her fingers appeared to stretch and directly enter the wound on Meng Guohui’s forehead. Yan Yu watched carefully and realized her fingers hadn’t actually lengthened; she was merely manipulating the yin energy.

The yin energy delved into the wound, instantly enveloping the entity inside. Thanks to Yan Yu and Zhang Jingtian’s suppression, it couldn’t exert any power. With a slight pull, Liu Yuxin extracted the entity from Meng Guohui’s wound.

Meng Guohui groaned and fainted.

“Jingtian, check on Mr. Meng,” Liu Yuxin instructed before turning to wipe the bloodied object clean with a prepared towel.

Only then did everyone see its true form: a blood-red orb, glossy and smooth, with strange vein-like patterns etched across its surface.

“What exactly is this?” Yan Yu asked.

Liu Yuxin answered, “An eyeball.”

“An eyeball?”

“Yes. It carries profound resentment, likely having witnessed the gruesome deaths of hundreds. Its smooth exterior is because someone crafted it into an artifact. With such deep grudges, it’s no wonder it infiltrated Mr. Meng’s body.”

Yan Yu looked at the eyeball in Liu Yuxin’s hand, intrigued. “What do you plan to do with it?”

She stared solemnly at the eyeball for a long moment before slowly admitting, “I... forgot.”

“Your memory is still as mischievous as ever!” Yan Yu teased.

Liu Yuxin stuck out her tongue awkwardly. “Sorry.”

“Fine, leave it to me,” Yan Yu said decisively.

Just then, the ghostly face on the Qilin Arm suddenly shouted, “Eat!!!”

Yan Yu was jerked back by the arm and protested, “Eat what? This eyeball is useful to me!”

“Eat!” The ghostly voice whined like a child throwing a tantrum.

“No!” Yan Yu was firm.

Suddenly, the ghostly face fell silent. Thinking it had given in, Yan Yu reached for the eyeball. But just as his fingers were about to touch it, the Qilin Arm defied him again—smacking Liu Yuxin on the backside!

“...” Liu Yuxin.

“...” Yan Yu.

“Eat!” the ghostly face insisted.

Zhang Jingtian’s face darkened furiously. “How dare you lay hands on my sister?!”

Yan Yu hurried to explain, “It’s not me—it’s my arm!”

“Eat!”

Yan Yu anxiously patted his left arm. “Behave! Don’t cause trouble. If I get beaten to death, no one will provide you with a body!”

Only then did the ghostly face relent, and Yan Yu sighed in relief.

Turning back, Yan Yu noticed the eyeball was gone from Liu Yuxin’s hand.

“Where’s the eyeball?” he asked dumbfounded.

Liu Yuxin’s face darkened. “It... burrowed into my body...”

“What?!”

Yan Yu and Zhang Jingtian were alarmed. They leaned in as Liu Yuxin rolled up her sleeve, revealing a bulge beneath her skin rapidly moving.

“Sis, what should we do?” Zhang Jingtian asked anxiously.

“We’ve already disturbed it just now. It won’t come out unless we provide it with a more suitable host,” Liu Yuxin explained.

“I’ll do it!” Zhang Jingtian volunteered.

“No, your body has too much yang energy. You’re less suitable than Dr. Liu,” Yan Yu interjected. “Let me do it.”

Zhang Jingtian looked to Liu Yuxin, who nodded. “Yan Yu is indeed more suitable. But... are you sure you want to do this?”

“Absolutely,” Yan Yu said firmly.

Liu Yuxin sincerely thanked him, “Thank you... for saving me again. I’ll never forget this.”

“Enough talk. Let’s get on with it!” Yan Yu urged.

Liu Yuxin nodded, then suddenly wrapped her arms around Yan Yu’s neck and pressed her lips deeply against his.

“Uh...” Yan Yu’s eyes widened in shock.

What was happening? Was he being pinned against the wall? His first kiss—just like that?

Blushing, Liu Yuxin kissed him awkwardly, using her tongue to gently part his lips.

Yan Yu’s hands trembled; it was his very first kiss.

Just as he was beginning to savor the moment, a smooth orb suddenly slipped into Yan Yu’s mouth.

Before he could react, he swallowed it down.

“What... what was that?” Yan Yu stepped back, covering his mouth in horror.

Shyly, Liu Yuxin lowered her head. “It’s the eyeball... it has willingly entered your body...”