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"I...I survived..."

The two monks, one fat and one thin, lay paralyzed on the spot, panting heavily, feeling as if they had been spared from the brink of death.

Their backs were already soaked with cold sweat, sticking stickily to their clothes.

A dignified ninth-rank martial artist was frightened into such a disheveled state; if word got out, probably no one would believe it.

But you can't blame them for being timid.

Fang Chang's murderous aura and cold indifference were truly terrifying.

"Go! Go quickly!"

After regaining their senses, the two were so frightened that they dared not linger there any longer.

Without looking back, they hurriedly fled the dilapidated temple, using both hands and feet as they went.

Judging from his appearance, he seemed afraid that if he was even a step too slow, he would be beheaded by this madman who exuded murderous intent.

Fang Chang didn't care about their departure at all and didn't take it to heart.

He was already exhausted and had no strength left to kill the two ninth-rank martial artists.

Besides, the fat and thin monks had no grudge against him, so there was no need to kill them all and cause unnecessary trouble.

"This little guy is interesting. He actually managed to get rid of my killing intent. Is it a coincidence or...?"

Fang Chang's gaze slowly moved down and landed on the baby bird in his palm that was still struggling desperately.

This bird was violent and untamed; even when trapped, it still bared its teeth and claws, trying to peck at his palm.

"Since it has demonic energy, it must be the offspring of some kind of demon or monster."

"It looks like a golden eagle. It could be tamed and used to pass the time on the road."

Fang Chang seemed to be deep in thought, recalling the eagle-training secret method that the original owner had learned from Sangengtian.

At midnight, many centurions liked to keep hawks and hounds to deliver messages and act as their eyes and ears.

Having been exposed to this kind of thing from a young age, the original owner naturally learned these skills as well.

We're still a few days' journey from Liusha River, so this is a good way to pass the time on the way.

With that in mind, he found a rope and tied the golden eagle to his arm, intending to temper the little guy's ferocity.

After doing all this, his gaze finally fell on the eyeball that had fallen off after the Five Strange Ghosts died.

【Rare Treasure: Mr. One-Eyed (Green)】

Fang Chang's eyes lit up when he saw that the eyeball was actually a rare treasure.

The term "rare treasures" refers to those precious, unique, and unusual items.

His Blood-Patterned Goose Feather Blade can be considered a rare treasure in some respects.

Unexpectedly, this inexplicable encounter with evil spirits turned out to be a blessing in disguise, bringing unexpected joy.

Such treasures are often hard to come by, and even if they are of poor quality, they are worth hundreds or thousands of taels of silver.

He quickly bent down to pick it up; the eyeball was icy cold to the touch, and wisps of black mist lingered on its surface.

The moment their palms touched, Fang Chang's pupils contracted, and the scene before him subtly changed.

When his gaze swept over Ma Dao and the others, he clearly saw that each of them wore both black and white clothing.

Black represents evil, white represents good.

The saber is black and white, but white makes up a larger proportion, so it can be called a good person.

Clearly, the reason why the Five Strange Ghosts were able to judge the good and evil of others was precisely because of the wonderful use of this eye.

"Can it only be used to distinguish between good and evil?"

Fang Chang shook his head slightly, feeling somewhat disappointed.

Distinguishing between good and evil in others is of little use to him.

Whether a person is good or bad, if they block his path, he will not hesitate to cut them down with a single blow.

This item will at most make him a little more cautious in the future, preventing him from being harmed by treacherous people.

Fang Chang lost interest and casually prepared to put "Mr. One-Eyed" into his bag.

But just then...

Mr. One Eye suddenly trembled violently, his pupils contracting wildly, as if he were being drawn in by some inexplicable attraction.

"Um?"

Fang Chang's eyes sharpened, and he instantly sensed something was amiss.

He followed Mr. One-Eyed's gaze and stared intently...

What caused the sudden change in "Mr. One Eye" was none other than the seemingly inconspicuous black coffin in the corner of the dilapidated temple.

With the help of "Mr. One Eye", Fang Chang finally vaguely saw that a thin layer of smoke was swirling around the black coffin.

Smoke is colorless, odorless, formless, and intangible.

If it weren't for the rare and precious treasure, "Mr. One-Eyed," even someone with the highest level of cultivation would have no chance of detecting it in the slightest.

"What exactly is that?"

Fang Chang frowned and did not rush forward. He simply stood still and observed intently from a distance.

In just a short while, he noticed something amiss.

This so-called smoke seems to originate from the unknown entity inside the black coffin.

Whenever a faint breathing sound comes from inside the black coffin, a wisp of smoke slowly seeps out of the coffin.

At first glance, it looks as if someone inside the coffin is constantly exhaling smoke.

The strangest thing is that there was no living creature inside the black coffin at all!

"Mr. One Eye" can see the good and evil of all living beings. If there is any living creature among them, its body will inevitably show black and white colors, and there is absolutely no way to escape his eyes.

But he stared at the black coffin for a long time and saw nothing of black or white.

That's bizarre, absolutely bizarre!

"What kind of sinister thing are these bodyguards, Ma Dao, escorting?"

"The contents of this black coffin are definitely not just some ordinary remains."

"In fact, nine times out of ten, it's inextricably linked to evil spirits..."

Fang Chang stared at the black coffin, narrowing his eyes.

If he's not mistaken, the reason he inexplicably encountered evil spirits this time is probably related to the smoke emanating from this black coffin.

He had been completely unaware of this before, but now that he held "Mr. One-Eyed" in his hand, he could clearly feel the strangeness.

The smoke seemed to have an almost obsessive attraction to evil spirits.

The rare treasure "Mr. One Eye" was transformed from the Five Strange Ghosts after their deaths, so it will naturally be affected by this.

Right now, he still can't figure out whether this attraction is good or bad.

However, it's not difficult to verify.

Whether it's good or bad, you'll know once you try it!

Fang Chang pondered for a moment, then took a step and slowly walked towards the black coffin.

He did not approach rashly, but stopped after taking a few steps.

Fang Chang then carefully placed "Mr. One-Eyed" near the smoke.

In an instant...

The eerie smoke, as if it had spotted some prey, rushed toward "Mr. One-Eyed".

Mr. One-Eyed was ravenously absorbing the smoke, and his originally blood-red, ferocious appearance gradually changed.

The pupils in the center of his eyes slowly turned a pale gold, and the dark, malevolent aura surrounding him subsided somewhat.

In about three to five breaths...

The black coffin finally stopped emitting smoke.

Only after the smoke had completely dissipated did Fang Chang bend down to pick up "Mr. One-Eyed".

And Mr. Ichimoku's panel has now been completely revamped.

[Mr. One Eye (Dark Green): Originally born from the Five Strange Ghosts, his ghost eye underwent an unknown mutation after being tainted by some mysterious and peculiar true energy...]