Song Ciwan handed three Ancestral Dragon Coins to Xie Yunxiang and told him to go to the village to buy some Pillows.
Xie Yunxiang agreed and was about to set off.
Mr. Gao shrieked, "Wait!"
He no longer cared about asking Song Ciwan how much money she had left. He just said hurriedly, "If you want to buy Pillows, why go to the village? Your teacher—I have Pillows right here!"
Xie Yunxiang stopped and looked at Song Ciwan with a questioning gaze.
Song Ciwan feigned difficulty. "But, Teacher, I need to buy over twenty Pillows. Do you have that many here?"
Mr. Gao's right eye widened, the remaining eyeball rolling around frantically in its socket. His left socket, which was missing its eye, was filled with a dense mass of slender tentacles, each about an inch long.
These tentacles also writhed and coiled in his left eye socket, horrifyingly active, as if they could lose control at any moment.
