Jin Ming Lu

On the day I was stabbed blind by my parents, I realized that I was the only "Son of Bright Eyes" in the prophecy who could slay ancient evil spirits. A blind man has been a tea doctor for eighteen years, and I thought that would be it for the rest of my life. Until the corpse puppet attacked the town at night, and I pierced its life gate with a stick. Three swordsmen who have been hunting me for many years knelt in front of me: "Please return the Holy Son, the world needs your eyes." I touched my empty eye sockets and smiled. "Need my eyes?" "But three years ago, weren't you the ones from a distinguished family who forced my parents to gouge out my eyes with your own hands in order to snatch the 'Child of Prophecy'?" Now that the evil spirit has revived, do you need me again? Good. Until the day I see the light again—— I want to use these eyes that you destroyed with your own hands and begged me to find back, Let's first look at how much of this so-called righteous path is human and how much of ghost.