I watched the two of them enter, and just as I was about to come out and go back to my own bedroom, I saw my mother come out of the room.

I was so scared that I immediately hid.

I caught a glimpse of my mother's blood-red nails dripping with blood, holding two things in her hands.

Those turned out to be two eyeballs.

I closed my eyes abruptly, not daring to move an inch, my mind a complete mess.

Suddenly, a thought popped into my mind:

Could that eyeball be my father's eye?

Thinking of this, a chill ran down my spine. If that eyeball belonged to my dad, did my mother forcefully dig it out from his body?

Why would my mother want to dig out my father's eye?

Moreover, based on my father's reaction, he could hear, so he must be a human, not a ghost, but didn't he pass away a year ago?

Before I could think it through, I saw my mother head towards the kitchen, trembling, I followed her, hiding under the dining table just outside the kitchen.

My mother first took a large bowl, then threw the eyeballs into it.

At the moment the eyeballs landed, I saw the pupils inside seemed to enlarge.

I was so frightened that it seemed like the eyeball was moving.

Then my mother took out a bag of something, white powder poured into the bowl.

She reached in and stirred the bowl, once, twice, thrice.

Her bloodied nails were instantly coated in powder.

After a while, she added water, then continued to stir.

After about three to four minutes, she poured the contents of the bowl into a small pot, heating it up.

Soon enough, I heard the sound of bubbling coming from the pot.

My mother turned off the heat, poured the contents of the pot into a small bowl.

As the watery broth poured into the bowl, I clearly saw there seemed to be some black things inside.

Then I took a closer look at the bowl and saw it was the bowl I drank my medicine from every morning, with two yellow cats printed on it.

Could this be the medicine I drank every morning?

Could the black thing I just saw be the short hair in my mouth in the morning?

Eyeballs!

Yes, that wasn't my mother's hair, it was my father's eyelashes.

When my mother was digging out my father's eye, she accidentally pulled out some eyelashes.

So there were black, short hairs in the bowl.

Thinking of this, my stomach churned, almost making me vomit.

I had been drinking medicine made from my father's eyeballs for over half a month!

Why, why did my mother want me to drink this kind of medicine?

And looking at the attitude between my mother and father, my father didn't hate my mother, why did my father not resist, was he willing to let people dig out his eyeballs willingly?

Did he know that I had drunk his eyeballs, or did he willingly let my mother dig out his eyeballs for me to drink?

But what's the use of drinking this medicine?

I felt like I was trapped in a huge fog, my mother controlling everything, and I was just a sheep that couldn't resist.