Time approaches noon.
The sun brightly illuminates the greenhouse's film interior, fortunately, it is already late autumn, and the inside is not too hot.
Mo Lanyou looks at a plant of Seven Extremes Purple in front of him, unable to notice anything unusual.
"It's really strange."
He turns around again, looks at the grass beside him, the grass behind him...
His sight constantly changes, and his divine sense sweeps back and forth.
Yet those black eyes seem to possess foresight, sometimes hiding beneath the leaves of this plant, sometimes moving to the stem of that plant, always evading Mo Lanyou's sight and perception.
Mo Lanyou cannot see it, yet it keeps observing Mo Lanyou.
In fact, not only Mo Lanyou... everyone in this greenhouse hasn't noticed the black eyes, but all have been watched by them.
Indeed, these black eyes, not just one!
