CHAPTER 629: CHAPTER 612: CHAMPIONSHIP BATTLE 6

The next morning, Mu Ying visited her uncle’s house again.

However, after knocking for a long time without any response, she learned from a neighbor that not long after they had left yesterday, her uncle had gone out and hadn’t returned since.

But this did not deter her; she went around to the back of the house, climbed over the courtyard wall, and entered.

The shattered pebbles from yesterday were still scattered on the ground, untouched by sweeping, and all sixty glass beads were there, not a single one missing.

But why were they all colored now?

One, two, three, four, five, six, exactly six colors, as if the Black Leaf Glass Beads she saw yesterday were all an illusion, making Mu Ying doubt her own eyes.

Although the result was unexpected, Mu Ying still packed the glass beads into a plastic bag, intending to take them home for research.

After returning home, she asked her father about the glass beads from yesterday, but to her surprise, in his memory, the beads scattered on the ground were colored.

Yet Mu Ying distinctly remembered that until they left yesterday, the beads had been black.

Later, she found the checkers game she had played online and carefully compared it, confirming that the glass beads she had taken home were indeed identical in color to those in the game.

Mu Ying even smashed a few with a hammer, finding nothing unusual; they seemed just like ordinary glass beads, with all the abnormalities converging in the palm of her right hand.

She couldn’t find any clues about this thing online and had tried all the exorcism methods she could think of, such as glutinous rice, garlic, vermillion, and even reluctantly used filth, to no avail.

Several days passed in the blink of an eye, and her uncle had still not come back, and his phone was unreachable. Without finding him, she couldn’t ask about the situation of the glass beads when he had hidden his gold.

As time went by, Mu Ying realized that the presence of the eye on her hand was becoming more and more noticeable.

On the first day, as long as she didn’t look directly at it, she wouldn’t be affected; on the second day, her hand uncontrollably started to tear off the plaster, almost exposing the eye several times; by the third day, covering it with objects was completely ineffective. Whenever she calmed down, the image of the eye would appear in her mind, and then she would fall into an involuntary state of fear.

By this time, Mu Ying had realized that if she didn’t get the eye off her hand soon, she might not be able to break free from its influence the next day.

That evening, she secretly took a fruit knife into her room and locked the door.

Since none of the methods worked, she decided to try the most foolish one and carve the eye out of her hand.

After all, if she didn’t resolve this thing, she might not make it to the end of the competition and would lose control of her character. At this point, it was worth the fight, let alone carving out an eye.

Although the eye wasn’t under her control, the pain when she harmed it was excruciating.

She rolled up a towel and bit down on it, with the hemostatic bandage and medicine placed beside her, and then, taking the sterilized fruit knife, she stabbed at her palm.

Soon, intense agony covered her head in cold sweat, and several times she was about to succeed when her mind would blur and the knife would withdraw.

Finally, with a hardened heart and her eyes closed, she swiftly carved at the spot and was successful.

The eye popped out and fell to the floor, still coldly staring at her.

Without even pausing to consider the agonizing pain in her hand, she picked up a hammer from beside the bed and smashed the eerie eye to pieces, turning it into a lump of flesh.

Still not reassured, Mu Ying took some paper from the table, quickly tore several pages, lit them, and burned the thing, stopping only when all that was left on the floor was ash, with nothing else remaining.

But she couldn’t feel happy. The eye was gone, yet she remained in the competition, indicating she had not completed the ultimate goal, meaning she had not destroyed the evil object.

Looking down, she saw another eye had appeared in the same spot on her right palm, still coldly staring at her.

Her hand was without any wounds now, and had it not been for the vivid pain of gouging, she would have doubted whether burning off the eyeball was just an illusion.

However, this time, she quickly broke free from the spiritual influence of the eyeball.

The spiritual influence of the eyeball seemed not as strong as before.

She took a plaster and covered her eye with it, and sure enough, the unsettling feeling of being watched even without direct eye contact began to fade away.

It seemed that her rash act today was not without benefit.

At least she could hang on for a couple more days.

Under the torment of excruciating pain in her palm, Mu Ying spent a long and agonizing night.

The next day, she was listless.

Upon reflection, she hadn’t had a good rest for many days in a row, and her dark circles were getting heavier. If this continued, she might break down from lack of sleep before the eyeball took its toll.

Moreover, at home, with family around, it was hard to explain why she was always covering her palm with plasters, and her mental state was causing them worry.

Mu Ying realized she couldn’t stay at home any longer.

That day, she made up an excuse that there was something going on at school and that she had to return early; she would leave the next day.

In her parents’ eyes, school matters were of utmost importance, so naturally, they didn’t give it much thought.

In the evening, Mu Ying clearly felt the spiritual influence of the eyeball in her palm growing stronger again.

To avoid any mishaps on her way from home the next day, she gritted her teeth and tried gouging out the eye again that night.

This time she was much more adept, and the pain was compounded.

When she saw another eye growing at the wound on her palm, she already had a sense of inevitability.

The next day, she took a train back to school.

However, she didn’t return to her dorm, but instead settled down in a cheap motel near the school.

There was no choice, although none of their dormmates stayed at school over the summer break, the pain in her hand made it incredibly difficult to climb up to the bunk bed.

She didn’t know how many eyes could grow on her hand.

It was possible that this eyeball was the last one, it was possible there were sixty like the glass beads, but it was also possible that this method of gouging was only a temporary relief, not a cure, and that the eyeballs would grow endlessly.

As Mu Ying lay in the motel bed, she no longer held much hope of completely solving the eyeball problem; her current goal was to prolong her survival as much as possible.

This world was clearly not as peaceful as it seemed on the surface, characters faced survival crises, so looking at previous competitions, there must be basic points for survival.

If she were to leave the competition due to her character’s death before it ended, she would miss these points, and the score wouldn’t be high.

There were three days left until she reached the half-month mark in this world, with only half the competition time remaining, she just had to hold on for this period.

But getting through it wasn’t going to be easy, assuming she gouged out an eyeball every two days, she would still need to do it nine more times to last until the end of the competition.