"Old Cat, keep an eye out."
"Got it."
To test this hypothesis, Lu Yuan pressed his backside against the cave wall, entering a brief state of meditation—he began to hypnotize himself, imagining that the cave grew a mouth and viciously attacked his buttocks.
The cold walls were uneven, a blend of the smell of blood and the stench of scorching, indescribably foul.
In that hazy fantasy, his buttocks suddenly felt something bite into them, then a sharp pain flared up!
Lu Yuan opened his eyes, reached for his backside, and sure enough, a bloodshot eye had really grown out of it.
"Did the cave wall change at all?"
Old Cat's eyes widened, "Just now the wall didn't change... but an eye has grown out of your ass!"
Old Cat was very excited, "I'm not good at other things, but I excel at hemorrhoid surgery, shall I have a go?"
It even rubbed the cold eyeball with its fluffy paw.