About my eyes being reincarnated as my husband

In the desperate situation, Lin Qingquan was restrained to death.

"Become a Buddha with peace of mind. I will ask the best mage to save you."

Rebel's face was livid.As he was about to kill, his breathing was not disturbed, and his face showed the indifferent and normal expression of the executioner before execution, like a ghost.

The muscles in his upper arm swelled, and the blood flow in his veins accelerated.

Looking inside, Lin Qingquan saw through his clothes that there was a knife wound oozing blood on his bicep, about ten centimeters long, and the knife wound was roughly stitched with thick thread, like a multi-legged centipede lying across.The cut was severe and showed signs of infection and redness.

Rebel has the temperament of an outlaw, and it is not surprising to have a knife wound.

But what surprised him was that the muscle tissue under the knife wound was torn, and there was a piece of cloth hidden in the bicep.

"In your arm, hide a piece of cloth?"

Tiekong was stunned for a moment, and the force of restraint became stronger, and he said with a smile: "Its ability is not small."

Facing death directly can really inspire people's strength, Lin Qingquan fought back desperately, freed a hand to tear Ren Kong's sleeve, inserted his fingers into the knife wound, and stirred in the biceps full of pus and blood.

Rebel lost his strength and fell backwards.Lin Qingquan's fingers touched the corner of the cloth, and he pulled out the piece of cloth hidden in the flesh, pulling out blood and flesh.

The cloth was blurred with blood, and the words on it were hard to read.

The allusion of the human body hiding things has existed since ancient times.

In ancient times, there was an Indian monk named Bancimiti. In order to promote Buddhism, he copied the Shurangama Sutra on a very thin white silk cloth, then cut his own arm, rolled up the silk cloth and sewed it into the wound.In this way, at the price of blood, the Shurangama Sutra, an Indian national treasure that was strictly forbidden to be circulated at that time, was brought into China.Later, the Shurangama Sutra was lost in India, but it was preserved in China.

Rebelling against the sky and cutting the flesh of Tibetan cloth is very similar to the behavior of eminent monks.

This cloth is most likely stolen.

It's just that I don't know where it came from, and what secrets are worth him doing.

Rebel supported his bleeding left arm, leaned against the pillar, and panted heavily.Increased blood pressure, irregular breathing, massive rush of blood to the muscles...

Various physiological phenomena showed that he was really angry.

"Give it back to me!"

Lin Qingquan didn't listen to what he said, so he picked up the stone inkstone and threw it on his head.

Tie Kong was beaten badly, but he was also a ruthless person. He was not a vegetarian who practiced martial arts all the year round, and he was knocked down with just a few moves.

The tip of the awl touched the eyelid again, stabbing in with violent force.

Lin Qingquan said while struggling: "Wait a minute! I have something to say at this time!"

Rebel paused, "Say."

"Break into private houses and kill people, this is against the law!"

Tie Kong laughed and said: "Others still apply this rule, but you are the host of the devil's fetus, so it's different. Besides, I have committed a lot of blood debts, and I have been wanted a long time ago. It doesn't matter if you have one more life."

"Cooperate with me and become a lawless place, right?!"

Rebel frowned, "What do you mean?"

Seeing that he had no intention of stopping, Lin Qingquan simply said angrily, "I scold you!"

Tie Kong was irritated successfully, and a sharp awl was pierced into his eyelid.

Lin Qingquan realized that this guy was going to drive the triangular cone directly into his head from the eyes.

This is really going to kill two people.

The eyes suddenly darkened, and the eyelids began to collapse.

Before realizing what happened, Lin Qingquan felt a dizzy pain.

pain.

Severe eye pain.

It was as if concentrated sulfuric acid was poured in from the eyes, corroding the brain step by step along the sensory nerves, until a hole was burned in the skull, and then the soul abandoned the collapsed body and escaped from the hole.

There is a pain worse than childbirth in the world, called trigeminal neuralgia; but if there is a pain worse than trigeminal neuralgia, this is it.

This kind of pain is not a question of whether it is easy to bear or not, but it directly crushes people to death like ants.

Lin Qingquan was so delirious from the pain that he felt something falling out of his eyes in a trance.

Then a new life form quickly appeared in front of him, and it popped up like a car's airbag, forcing the rebellion some distance away.

He felt bad, raised his hand to touch it, and found that the eyelids were sunken and empty.

His eyes are gone.

Lin Qingquan's first reaction: the magic fetus has awakened.

"Your eyes are so ugly." Bi Kong said, with a lot of sarcasm in his tone.

Can't see anything without eyes.Lin Qingquan touched forward subconsciously, but he didn't stretch his hand very far, and he really touched something strange.

tumor, tumor skin.This is Lin Qingquan's first impression of eyes.

The impression can be said to be very bad.

Its skin is not normal skin, it looks like a tumor taken out from under a scalpel. Its surface is covered with mucus, and its flesh is soft.

Lin Qingquan didn't dare to touch it anymore.

This is like the devil and alien in European and American horror movies.

Rebel laughed twice.These two laughs were very desolate, like two crows proclaiming death broke into the ears, it was very uncomfortable to listen to.

"Xiao Lin's family, so we are the same."

We are the same.

Lin Qingquan was stunned for a moment, and then heard a scream from Rebel.

There was a clicking sound in the medical hall, which was very similar to the sound of fangs chewing on bones. The hissing sound of swallowing and the sound of food passing through the throat echoed in the medical hall. The saliva mixed with the flesh and blood, like a wild beast eating.Until it swallowed the last bite, it smacked its lips contentedly.

The surroundings became so quiet that the sound of water dripping from the bamboo tube outside the window could be heard.

After eating the person, that thing started to move around, with the sound of water splashing every step it took.

In a state of total blindness, Lin Qingquan heard its heavy breathing, which was full of animal nature, and smelled the faint fishy smell emanating from it, which was the same as the smell of amniotic fluid when a newborn was about to fall to the ground.

The smell is getting stronger and stronger, which means that it is getting closer to itself.

There was a buzzing in his head, as if thousands of bees took off at the same time.

A sentence echoed in the empty mind: After the magic fetus awakens, the first thing it does is to eat the host.

Lin Qingquan rang the alarm bell, backed away again and again, with a look of losing his eyes, he was a bit stern, "You, don't come here!"

The footsteps paused, but they continued walking.

If this was normal, Lin Qingquan would have to struggle to the death anyway.Even if it is really eaten, it cannot be obediently feed the tiger with its body, and it has to make it uneasy to eat this meal no matter what.It is necessary to be a fishbone stuck in the throat when eating, and it must make it uncomfortable.

But at this moment, he can feel a strong sense of oppression from it.

It is not a simple sense of oppression in terms of strength.

It's the sense of fateful oppression that is involuntary and created by nature.

The thing came to him and stopped at a distance of less than half a meter.

Lin Qingquan realized that he was about to be eaten, so he sat down slumped, bowed his head in silence for a long time, did a lot of mental construction, and finally spit out a sentence: "Later, bite your neck first."

The thing crouched down, scooping up his neck with one hand.

One person and one demon stalemate for a while.

In the extreme tension, Lin Qingquan heard his heart beating beside his ears.

Suddenly, there was a cold and wrinkled touch on his face.

He was a little surprised.It took a long time to react before realizing that it was touching itself.

From the chin all the way to the empty eyelids, then to the bridge of his nose, and then down to the lips that were cold and white due to blood loss.Its fingers were rough, and it repeatedly pressed against his soft lips, making it a little red and swollen.The lips are the part with the highest density of nerve endings on the body, and they are very sensitive. You can feel the skin of its hands has many folds, as if soaked in water for a long time.

It is particularly interested in this moist red lips, so it stays for a long time.

Its mucus seeped into the mouth, very fishy.

"Don't...don't touch it." Lin Qingquan resisted his disgust and said, "Hurry up if you want to eat, don't disgust me!"

The magic tire really stopped and didn't touch it anymore.

It couldn't speak, and with a small whimper, it mimicked eyes again.

Eyeballs are formed in the eye sockets, propping up the sunken eyelids.A pair of beautiful black eyes have grown up, under the slender and thick eyelashes, they are like lifeless works of art that can only be placed, embedded in the double shadow formed by the eye sockets and eyelashes.

His eyes are back.

Lin Qingquan couldn't believe that the demon let him go.

He touched it several times from eyelid to eyelid before he confirmed and believed this fact.

The eyes returned, but vision was not immediately restored.Lin Qingquan spent about a quarter of an hour in the dark, and only after the magic fetus gradually adapted to the mother's body did he gradually see the surrounding environment clearly.

Except for a small spot of blood on the ground, the medical hall is still clean, as if nothing happened just now.

A gust of wind blew by, the goldfish wind chimes hanging under the dark green tiles jingled, the curtains painted with the Buddha statue of the pharmacist swayed, the fragrance of tranquility overflowed from the incense box, diluting the fishy smell left by the eyes, and the green paper lamps were stable. Illuminated, one quiet and peaceful.

The morning sun shines down, and the silhouettes of the dwarf trees in the garden are reflected on the paper door like shadow puppets...

wrong!

The garden of the medical building is only planted with bamboo and grass, without trees.

Lin Qingquan broke into a layer of cold sweat, "Who?!"

The silhouette disappeared in an instant, as fast as teleportation.

Getting up early in the morning and just opening for business, encountering such a crisis, shows that today's lunar calendar is not suitable for starting work.

Lin Qingquan closed early.

He checked the rebel's luggage upside down.

In fact, Rebel didn’t bring much, just three things:

A triangular cone, a breastplate with the word "empty" engraved on it, and sugar.

The triangular cone is made of bronze, the texture is cold, the cone surface is concave and convex, and it is engraved with complicated and complicated words. The words are in Sanskrit, revealing a wave of evil spirituality. It is not like a holy object or a magic weapon, let alone a something within the reach of ordinary people.

It was it that almost killed Lin Qingquan.

This triangular cone is so heavy that your hand sinks when you pick it up.

This is puzzling: since the host dies, the magic fetus will also die, so why not use such a heavy awl to stab his eyes directly? ask for trouble.

There is also a black breastplate engraved with the word "empty", which seems to be an obscure and special code name, and the specific meaning is unknown.

But the third item is very strange. It's not that the item itself is strange, it's just that it's strange to be carried around by the traitor.That is sugar, a lot of sugar, Jinping sugar, syrup, granulated sugar... Different forms of sugar are placed in different bottles and cans, and the total sugar and cans add up to about three catties.

This traitor, what do you do with so much sugar with you?

He has nothing to do with healing foods like sugar.

As for the silk cloth hidden in his arm, Lin Qingquan soaked it in cold water for a day and a night, and rubbed it with pig's pancreas dipped in sulfur for more than a dozen times, until it regained its wrinkled shape.

The texture of the fabric is excellent, and it feels like a puddle of cool water in the hand. Two lines of beautiful small characters are embroidered with gold thread on it:

Magic recovery, three ways open;

In the endless hell, everyone is in it.

Next to the text is a vague cinnabar seal, a small circle the size of a thumbnail, and a few unclear characters are arranged in the circle.

Lin Qingquan used the knowledge of modern chemistry to restore the seal, and after a lot of tossing, he barely saw that the seal was an address:

Kasuga Shrine in Osaka.

He decided to visit this place.

And it started immediately, and left as soon as it was said.