"Did you find something?"
"Uh?"
"Why aren't you speaking?"
After observing for a while, Yang Xiao realized that the ghost completely couldn't tell the difference between the wood stand and a person, as it completely mistook the wood stand holding the eyeball as itself. Seizing the moment before the ghost could react, Yang Xiao acted; he boldly and quietly circled behind the wood stand, grabbed the eyeball, took the place of the wood stand, and stood in front of the ghost.
"I saw a figure running past, so I chased after it," Yang Xiao replied calmly and without batting an eyelid.
"Xiang Fengchen," the only remaining dilated pupil refocused, resting intently on Yang Xiao's face, and it coldly questioned, "Why didn't you say anything earlier?"
"Just now, that figure was nearby. I gestured to you to keep it down, but you..." Yang Xiao put on a baffled expression, now understanding that the ghost's eyesight was very poor and it didn't rely on eyes to find people.
