The sun, an eye.
Even though outside it was daytime, it gave off an abnormally chilling, twisted sense of unease.
Han Zhan thought he was seeing things.
Only when he rubbed his eyes and looked again did he finally confirm it: the sun hanging in the sky really and truly was a wide-open eyeball!
As the eyeball opened, it was also gazing downward, turning constantly.
Suddenly, as if it had noticed something, it snapped its gaze in Han Zhan's direction.
Blazing, searing light burst forth in an instant, flooding that patch of ground.
But there was nothing there.
"Phew, that was close, I almost got found out." By now Han Zhan had stuffed the hole completely full of thatch.
Good thing his reflexes had been quick enough, so the sun in the sky hadn't discovered him.
Still, putting that aside, if the sun outside is that terrifying and the temperature is that high, how is it that just a not‑so‑thick wooden plank is enough to keep you safe?
