Chapter 480: Kaleidoscope Blood Bar Ghost Eye?!!

Feng Yuhuai's figure was swallowed inch by inch by the thick night, her footsteps shattering into powder in the icy night wind.

The parking lot fell into a tomb-like silence, only the blue-and-white sedan gleaming with cold light like a metal coffin.

On the asphalt ground, a figure slowly emerged from twisted shadows, like a ghost rising from ink.

He leaned against the car door, his figure blending into the night.

His right hand rested on the door handle, his fingertips unconsciously stroking the metal surface—where the warmth of Imoto's farewell to her father still lingered.

The movement was gentle yet slow, as if savoring that scene just now—the touching scene of Imoto bidding a deep farewell to her father, every detail, every strand of emotion, swirling in his heart like fine wine.

【You witnessed a scene of Imoto bidding a deep farewell to her father.】

Your love for your family stimulated your eyes.

【Blood Bar Ghost Eye lv2 evolving.】

Behind the pitch-black lenses, two pale magatama suddenly trembled violently, tearing spiderweb-like white silk in the pupils.

"Hoh"

He raised his head, and between the rolling of his Adam's apple, a breathy sound between a sob and a fiendish laugh escaped, shattering the frozen air.

The speed of the magatama's rotation grew faster and faster, the pale patterns twisting and proliferating like living things, etching new tracks on the pitch-black irises.

【Your Blood Bar Ghost Eye upgraded to lv3】

【Your Blood Bar Ghost Eye upgraded to Mangekyou Bloodline Ghost Eye, you obtained the Eye Technique Moon】

When the third magatama emerged from the pitch-black vortex, the entire world fell into a qiyi slow motion.

Three magatama linked head to tail, etching a qiyi pale windmill on the retina.

Every gear tooth of the turning windmill echoed in his Nao Hai, bringing bursts of hallucinations like metal friction.

One second later.

【System Warning! Mangekyou·Bloodline Ghost Eye construction failed!】

The phantom windmill suddenly jammed at the seventh circle, the pale phantom began to crumble, like film corroded by acid.

【Your Blood Bar Ghost Eye reverted to lv3!】

Finally, all phantoms collapsed back into three pale magatama, flickering uncertainly in the depths of the black pupils like extinguished embers.

【The basic value of the Blood Bar Ghost Eye increased……】

【The copy ability of the Blood Bar Ghost Eye increased…….】

【Keep working hard!!!】

Sticky blood tears wound down from the corners of her eyes, dragging two scarlet trails across her cheeks.

"Not enough."

The figure before the car door trembled slightly, as if bearing unimaginable grief; surely, it must be the love for his father, for the hard-to-sever love of family reunion.

"Far from not enough, simply cannot be filled at all"

His lips pressed lightly, his low voice almost inaudible:

"Why, is my love for my family not heart-wrenching enough?"

He slowly raised his hand to wipe away the blood tears, his fingers exerting slight force, "Click"—the sound of the metal latch springing open was especially crisp in the silent parking lot, like a nailed coffin lid being pried open again.

He slowly leaned forward, tearing open Feng Ju's clothes in one motion, and when his fingertips pierced Feng Ju's chest, a crisp sound of fabric tearing burst forth.

Five pale fingers precisely wedged into the gaps between the ribs, amidst the sticky sound of rotten flesh and bone fragments splattering between his fingers, black blood gurgled into the withered heart.

Dark red textures swelled eerily under the black liquid, and the withered chest cavity actually emitted the sound of an old clock being wound up again.

Though not much, it was enough for the clock to turn once more.

【You are bestowing new life upon a corpse.】

【You granted him a rather brief life!】

"Wake up, my dear father."

The lips leaning down almost touched the corpse's bluish-gray ear, the whisper of awakening like whispers between father and son:

"My dear father, don't sleep, hurry up and get up, go love my clever Imoto once more, she is waiting for you obediently at home!"

Ask, what if the love for family is not enough?

Answer: Love once more!

……..

The door hinge emitted a slight "creak," Feng Yuhuai walked back into the house stepping on the light and shadow in the corridor.

Her steps were lighter than usual, as if she had shed the invisible shackles on her body, her skirt hem swaying slightly with her movements, her whole person as if having undergone a unique transformation.

An indescribable radiance emanated from her whole body; according to the theory of Wuguan Science, it was the sublimation of her own magnetic field after the integration of essence, qi, and spirit.

"Back?"

Feng Mu was helping Mother wipe the table; when he raised his head, the eyes behind the lenses curved slightly,

"You are more considerate and filial, knowing to bring a coat for Father."

Feng Yuhuai tucked the stray hair at her temples behind her ears, the corners of her mouth rising in a sweet arc:

"Of course, after all, Daddy loves me the most."

She curled up on the sofa like a cat that had eaten and drunk its fill, casually hugging a pillow in her arms:

"By the way, Dad probably won't be back tonight."

Feng Mu's movements paused, the rag spreading a water stain on the tabletop:

"Father left in a great hurry just now, is something the matter again?"

"Dad said there was a colleague who was thought to have died in the sewer"

Feng Yuhuai's fingertips unconsciously twirled around the ends of her hair,

"Suddenly came back alive, Daddy was overjoyed, insisting on rushing back immediately."

Feng Mu's gaze lightly swept across Imoto's profile, the eyes behind his lenses curving into a gentle arc:

"Important friends or family, dying and then returning to reunite, is indeed the most surprising thing in life."

Feng Yuhuai nodded, her thoughts drifting to her own close girlfriends, resonating deeply:

"Yeah, the monsters in the school, harming so many of my classmates who are now dead or alive unknown, I also really hope to see them again."

While sighing, Feng Yuhuai picked up the remote control, ghostly switching back to Guangliang Television Station.

This time it wasn't "Truth" Special Program, but a new program, also tightly riding the current heat and traffic, called "Wenwen".

The host changed to a fresh face, the guest seats also swapped for two young people.

One male one female, wearing capable reporter attire, faces still carrying undiminished exhaustion and excitement.

"Let us welcome today's special guests, Guangliang Television Station's two rising reporters!"

Feng Yuhuai casually scanned the TV, just hearing the host's voice enthusiastically introducing,

"It is precisely the two of them who today risked life danger, infiltrated the crisis-ridden Xia Shui Jing Dao, bringing first-hand scene reporting to Nine Districts viewers

They are true Champions, let us use applause to once again warmly welcome their arrival, and together with the scene and screen-before viewers, share their thrilling and stimulating experiences in the Xia Shui Jing Dao!"

Feng Yuhuai's fingers suddenly tightened.

The remote control emitted a "Click" of a light sound, the plastic shell cracking a fine line.

Her complexion instantly drained of color, completely unable to conceal a paleness like paper.

That kind of metamorphosis-sublimation-like temperament or magnetic field, as if forcibly withdrawn, visibly withered away...

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