Chapter 675: An Eyeball?! Who Are You!?

Hmm?

Su Yang turned his head and saw a round, plump object rolling a few times on the ground, then coming to a stop.

He strode forward, picked up the sphere, brushed off the dust clinging to it, and examined it closely.

"The texture is soft yet somewhat hard, the feel…"

Just as Su Yang rotated the sphere to one side, the Pupil suddenly contracted!

He saw a white‑through‑black, dilated Pupil staring blankly, meeting his gaze.

Su Yang's heart shook violently, and he almost dropped the object from his hand.

"This is actually…"

"An Eyeball!?"

He snapped his head toward the pile of Rotten Meat, and a complete piece of flesh flashed in his Brain.

Immediately he looked at the wall, at those hanging pieces of flesh…

"This is a human Eyeball!!"

Su Yang's Brow tightened, and the hand gripping his sword trembled slightly.

He wasn't afraid of the Dead Person's Eyeball.

Rather, he felt an inexplicable panic about the meat he had personally boiled and eaten a few days ago.

If they truly correspond one by one, wouldn't that make his words a self‑fulfilling prophecy?

Boiled human flesh to eat?

Su Yang's complexion turned pale, and an indescribable wave of nausea suddenly rose.

Even though he kills people like flies, his hands are stained with countless drops of fresh blood.

But those were people he killed for Clearance.

Even after more than half a year, he has forged a resilient heart.

Yet upon learning that what he might have eaten could very well be human flesh, he couldn't avoid a bout of nausea and panic.

He can be an Executioner, but he is certainly not an ogre!

"Damn!"

Su Yang forcefully smashed the Eyeball onto the ground and stomped it to pieces!

An unnamed fire burned hotter in his heart, and Su Yang now wanted to find someone to brutally hack to pieces.

"Calm down, calm down…"

Su Yang took several deep breaths, calming his turbulent emotions.

"These are just NPCs, that's all."

Thinking of that, the indefinable sense of guilt faded considerably.

Perhaps because of the commotion, Li Zhenhua, not far away, heard the sound and rushed over.

"Su Yang, what's wrong?"

He entered and immediately saw Su Yang holding a sword, his arm's blue veins bulging, a look of restrained murderous intent.

Li Zhenhua felt a slight alarm in his heart; he sensed a terrifying killing intent from the other side.

But in the next instant, it was dispelled by the smile on Su Yang's face, as gentle as a spring breeze.

"It's nothing, just cutting for fun," Su Yang said.

"You shattered all the jars?" Li Zhenhua asked cautiously.

He didn't know how, even he himself hadn't noticed; it was just a subconscious move, making him somewhat timid.

"I don't want to touch these things directly with my hands, so I just…" Su Yang gestured.

"Any new discoveries?"

"None."

Su Yang pressed his Foot onto the Eyeball, applying slight force, and asked, "You?"

"I haven't either; every room is too clean," Li Zhenhua shook his head.

"Then it seems we can only place our hope in others," Su Yang said regretfully.

Having said that, he lifted his sword and left the kitchen, leaving Li Zhenhua alone.

The latter noticed a patch of red‑and‑white speckled substance where Su Yang had stood, and let out a light gasp.

He leaned closer, lowered his gaze, fetched a fork, dabbed a bit, and held it under his Nose to sniff.

In an instant, Li Zhenhua disdainfully tossed the fork into the trash can and spat.

"Unlucky!"

———

Su Yang returned to the crime scene, gazing at the Dead Person's posture, his thoughts a whirl.

"The Bookshelf perfectly interprets the deep meaning embedded in the Silver Coin, indeed."

"The Cellar is also her dwelling, and likewise the Letter in the Photo Frame was found."

"But merely relying on these is insufficient to explain anything."

"The direction she strained to look toward before death, and only this insignificant Luoshi?"

As the victim, this action was certainly not unintentional.

She must have intended to provide direction to others in this way.

Or perhaps…

Su Yang approached the Bookshelf, his gaze flickering, and slowly pressed the mechanism.

Boom—!

The Gate opened, and he stepped onto the stairs again, walking down.

The dim environment was extremely dry, and gusts of cold wind brushed his Cheek, taking away some warmth.

"Wait!"

Su Yang's steps halted as he felt the wind's direction, and doubt arose in his mind.

In a sealed space, how could there be wind?

"The Cellar's main Door is tightly shut, and I've already pulled the mechanism to close the Gate above; where does this evil wind come from?" Su Yang thought silently.

He hurried to the Cellar entrance, stared at the tightly sealed Gate above, and his confusion deepened.

He immediately pushed it open with force, took out the unfinished Fire match from before, and lit the Kerosene Lamp.

The dim yellow Firelight illuminated the space; Su Yang lifted the lamp with his left hand, and with his right hand brandishing his sword, re‑examined the surroundings.

There was no new discovery.

"If even Deception cannot make the Cellar reveal a new Luoshi, then it proves that what Diana hinted at is definitely not here!" Su Yang thought to himself.

Su Yang slowly placed the Kerosene Lamp on the table.

"Thump!"

"Hm?" Su Yang furrowed his Brow and turned his head toward the table.

He lifted it again and set it down, but the strange sound did not reappear.

Several consecutive attempts yielded no response.

"Could it be..."

A flash of insight flickered in Su Yang's eyes; he struck the floor tiles forcefully with his sword.

"Clack! Clack!"

He, refusing to believe any superstition, struck several more spots, and finally found a clue near the bed.

"Thump thump!"

"Hollow brick?" Su Yang's gaze tightened.

In the next instant, the discordant sound rang out again.

This time he was certain he hadn't misheard; it was definitely below!

Su Yang thrust his sword forcefully into the gap of the floor tile and gave a strong lever.

With great force the brick flew, and in a single motion he lifted the brick weighing dozens of pounds.

Su Yang lifted the Kerosene Lamp, placed it into the hole, and saw the area illuminated by Radiance to be utterly empty.

A cold, damp wind mixed with a strange odor rushed out from below.

"Indeed..."

Su Yang felt a stir in his heart and tossed a Stone into the hole.

Soon after, a sound was heard; he guessed the space below was no more than three meters from the Cellar.

That distance…

Jump directly!

Su Yang, holding the Oil Lamp and his sword, leapt and jumped down.

After landing, he quickly scanned the area and saw dozens of cages surrounding him.

They were forged of steel, their thickness as wide as a thumb!

Inside, there were also Shackles and iron feeding bowls.

"Two‑meter‑high cages; these shouldn't be for restraining a Beast, right?" Su Yang's Brow tightened.

Where his eyes fell, bloodstains covered everything.

There was also a lingering foul smell of feces and Urine, making one instantly uncomfortable.

As he went deeper, Su Yang grew increasingly alarmed.

This area was far larger than he imagined, nearly the size of an entire floor of the Ancient Castle!

Even stranger, there was nothing else besides the cages!

At that moment, Su Yang heard a clanging of gold and iron ahead.

Immediately after came a shout:

"Ms. Diana, is that you?"

Who is shouting?

Su Yang's gaze grew solemn, and he slowly approached the source of the voice.

When he reached a cage, he saw a rag‑clad young woman clutching the cage bars, her eyes full of hope as she looked toward Su Yang.

Her body was covered with whip marks, shocking to the eye.

Feces and Urine stained her clothing, emitting a strong stench.

Their gazes met, and they almost spoke in unison:

"Who are you?!"

"Who are you! ？"