An uneasy thought made Zhang Xiaowei hold his breath.
But all of a sudden, he realized he wasn't blind, yet a bizarre scene unfolded before his eyes.
From a distance in the darkness, a figure slowly approached.
Upon arrival, it suddenly raised both hands, pouring the contents of a bucket onto a pile of timber.
Then, a flame ignited, and the figure, holding a gasoline can, ran away swiftly.
As the figure vanished into the dark, Zhang Xiaowei's jaw dropped in shock.
What was going on?
How could he be witnessing the scene of the timber being lit on fire from last night?
Could this be a new ability of his eyes?
In that moment, Zhang Xiaowei was too overjoyed to express in words.
He had just thought he was going blind.
Who would have thought that not only did his eyes not go blind, but they had also advanced to a new level of ability.
"Brother Xiaoma, you really are quite something!"
