Chapter 753 - 657: Pupil Power Value, Third Eye Power?!

Chapter 753: Chapter 657: Pupil Power Value, Third Eye Power?!

Feng Mu certainly didn’t know where Feng Ju would be hanging around, disappearing in the middle of the night. Asking would be pointless.

Moreover, now that Li Shang has been found, the urgency to search for Feng Ju has naturally decreased significantly.

But of course, they still needed to find him, so Hou Wendong frowned and said to Feng Mu:

"I have an urgent matter to attend to here. So, I’ll leave first. If you get in touch with your dad, have him come find me immediately."

Feng Mu didn’t say much, just nodded calmly in agreement:

"Okay, I understand, Secretary Hou, you go ahead with your work."

He stood there, watching Hou Wendong turn and hurriedly leave, his figure quickly disappearing at the alley’s end.

He stood for a while, seemingly confirming something, or perhaps just absentmindedly staring.

After a moment, he slowly withdrew his gaze, expressionless, turned around, and walked back into the dingy apartment entrance.

The stairway was extremely dim, filled with an even heavier mustiness of oldness, and the only small wattage sensor light seemed broken, not reacting to his footsteps.

The stairs were of the old cement kind, their edges worn smooth and somewhat concave from years of footsteps.

The walls were covered with remnants of advertisements, scratches, footprints, and unidentifiable stains.

He stepped upstairs one by one until he arrived at his family’s door.

The security door also appeared old and drab, with the peephole seemingly covered with a layer of dust.

He took a key from his pocket, inserted it into the lock, and turned it.

He was someone with a fondness for home. Even though he had moved out, he still carried the key with him at all times.

The lock’s tongue emitted a soft "click," and he pushed the door open, gently closing it behind him.

The room was enveloped in deep darkness, with all the curtains drawn.

He didn’t turn on the lights, his gaze slowly sweeping over the familiar yet slightly strange home.

"Is it because I know that someone will be forever missing from the house, that seeing it evokes emotions, making the home look different?" Feng Mu mused quietly to himself.

His eyes finally settled on the old, square wooden dining table in the center of the living room, wiped clean without a speck of dust.

"The last time we were all together was the last family dinner, and after that, we won’t be able to sit here neatly ever again.

Mother still doesn’t know anything... but she will eventually find out that father is gone, and then..."

Feng Mu let out a long sigh, but then gently comforted himself:

"But, according to clever Imoto, dad didn’t leave this house; he just found a different way to continue accompanying us.

Thinking this way might make it less sad."

Although he was the older brother, he was willing to learn from his sister’s unique and advanced thinking.

Yes.

Indeed.

Father didn’t leave; he simply split incredibly into two tonight. Part of his love and enmity fused with my sister, and part of his guilt and reluctance fused into my eyes.

Isn’t this another form of deeper companionship?

Yet afterward, how should I inform mother, and will she be able to accept such open-minded thinking of the new era?

It’s troubling~

You know, mother is still very traditional and conservative.

Feng Mu felt slightly worried, the only slightly tricky follow-up matter amid his night’s busyness.

After all, unlike my heartless sister, I’m the eldest in the family, naturally carrying a sense of responsibility and filial duty, unavoidably pondering a bit more about this family’s future.

Mulling over such concerns, Feng Mu walked through the living room toward the master bedroom—the parents’ room.

The door was ajar; he gently pushed it open.

Inside was a double bed, covered with plain sheets and bedding, exceptionally neatly made.

Feng Mu wore a slight expression of puzzlement and concern:

"Father’s nocturnal absence is understandable, but where did mother go in the middle of the night? Judging by this bed’s state, it seems mother didn’t sleep at home tonight either?"

He stood at the bedroom door, pondered for a moment, then took out his phone and dialed mother’s number.

From the receiver came not the expected ringtone or an out-of-service notice, but a series of rapid "beep-beep-beep-beep-beep" busy signals, indicating the line was engaged.

Holding his phone, he patiently waited a while and dialed again. The result was the same—a busy signal preventing connection.

With the call unable to go through after several attempts, Feng Mu’s brows furrowed slightly, his pupils flickering behind his glasses.

He found it a bit strange; in his recollection, mother seldom went out so late at night, the last time being when she went out searching for Feng Ju, the night Feng Ju lost his hand.

And then there was tonight.

"Strange, where could mom have gone?"

The question simmered in Feng Mu’s mind, but he didn’t dwell deeply on it.

For all he knew, mother might call back or come home later.

He temporarily shelved the issue, turning and heading directly to the bathroom.

The bathroom was small and outdated, imbued with a dampness unique to old houses. As he entered, he closed the door with a "snap."

Stopping in front of the washbasin, he was faced with an old but meticulously clean mirror, its surface smooth and flawless, clearly reflecting his entire face.

Mother had always had a bit of a cleaning obsession, diligently maintaining the house spotlessly clean daily—something Feng Mu was used to and saw nothing unusual about.

Feng Mu slowly raised his hand, his fingertips touching the mirror frame, gently removing his glasses and placing them by the edge of the yellowed ceramic sink.

Then, he looked up, meeting his own gaze in the mirror.

In that instant, the eyes in the mirror underwent a sudden transformation.

What were normal human pupils before now turned into a deep pool, rippling with mysterious patterns, hit by an unseen stone. Indescribable colors and motifs surged and spun within, like a self-generating kaleidoscope, captivatingly beautiful yet eerily unsettling.

These were not human eyes!

"It’s truly beautiful!"

Feng Mu murmured to the mirror. This was the first time he had clearly "seen" these belonging-to-him-yet-completely-different eyes after activating the Kaleidoscope Blood Bar Deceit Eye.

Feng Mu slowly focused, and as his mind moved slightly, the kaleidoscope in his left eye spun rapidly, emitting a ghostly, ominous glow.

Simultaneously, a line of semi-transparent, light-and-shadow-formed spectral text appeared in his left eye’s retina—[Pupil Technique • Eternal Imprisonment Corridor!].

The right eye also resonated.

Another line of text quietly manifested, not a complete name but shrouded in a bewildering question mark—[Pupil Technique • ???].

He had already tested the Pupil Technique in his left eye, satisfied with its power, but what exactly was the technique hidden in his right eye?

Whatever it was, it must be more imba than [Eternal Imprisonment Corridor], or else it wouldn’t be so hesitant to reveal itself.

Feng Mu concentrated, attempting to control and provoke the latent power in his right eye.

However, instead of a surge of energy, he met with a violent void, a sensation not from the body, but directly from within the depths of the eye—an echo from the soul’s reflection.

It seemed the power stored in the soul had been drained dry, leaving a sharp hunger.

"Pupil Power should be a reflection of soul power, and my soul power is clearly lacking."

The realization dawned upon Feng Mu.

As if to validate his thoughts, another line of more concrete numbers hovered before his vision:

[Current Pupil Power Value is 1044. Urgently need to enhance Pupil Power to fully deploy dual Pupil Techniques and unlock the Third Pupil Power. Keep pushing forward...]

Feng Mu squinted slightly, the kaleidoscope in the mirror subtly contracting and shifting along with his rapid thoughts.

"The Pupil Power Value is too low to support the appearance of the right eye’s technique or even revealing its name. So, how exactly should this so-called Pupil Power be enhanced?"

"The most likely approach might be directly enhancing the Spirit Attribute? The stronger the Spirit, the stronger the soul, the more abundant the Pupil Power?

Or does it require a more direct, more brutal form of sacrifice, directly linked to the performance of killing?"

Feng Mu pondered silently:

"And the Third Pupil Power, what is it exactly? Could it be what I suspect?"

An indistinct yet striking conjecture rapidly took shape in his mind, causing a wave of uncontrollable excitement and thrill in his heart:

"If it’s indeed that kind of power, I wonder if it might manifest some variations; otherwise, once it truly unfolds, its magnitude might be a bit too overwhelming..."