It is better to be a demon than a god. All demons are created by me.

"Myna, the profiler the master has hired is here. Describe the two demons you saw." The subordinate holding a machine gun came to the door of No. 8's room with the profiler and knocked on the door.

No. 8 has no name, only a code name.

The boss called him No. 8, and the subordinate called him Myna.

No. 8 was lying on the bed, staring at his bandaged right hand in a daze. There really are extraordinary abilities in this world.

He knew from a young age that his eyes were different from others. No matter how far away, he could see clearly.

He could also see the unprotected lethal points on everyone's body. Because of this, he was trained to be a killer.

He only thought that his eyesight was just a little better than that of ordinary people. That time on the road, he found that what he saw was different from others.

Everyone saw Zhao Lei, but he saw a man with a burnt body.

At that time, he could only see the back of the demon, and could not see his face clearly.

So this time the boss sent him to follow the bait. If he could kill the demon, he would kill it. If he couldn't kill it, he had to see the demon's appearance clearly.

After hearing what his subordinates said, No. 8 opened the door. As soon as he opened the door, No. 8 felt a stinging pain in his eyes.

He rubbed his eyes, but there was no relief.

"Mr. Eight, please describe in detail the appearance of those two demons." The profiler turned on the computer and called up the portrait drawing board and sat in front of the table waiting for No. 8 to describe.

"One was burned black all over, about 185 cm tall, standing in a very respectful manner, and had big eyes."

The profiler screened out all the small eyes and left the big eyes for No. 8 to choose.

No. 8 quickly chose an eye that matched his impression.

Then he started to choose eyebrows, nose, mouth, and ears.

Soon the profiler pieced together Yang Da's appearance.

"Is it like this?"

"Yes."

The younger brother who was guarding next to him couldn't help but wanted to stretch his head to see, but he saw nothing. "This is too magical. Myna, you just say two eyes, two eyebrows, a nose, a mouth, and you can draw it without describing anything."

No. 8 looked at the younger brother strangely when he heard this. He clearly described everything, why did the younger brother say that he didn't describe it?

"Finally found it." The profiler looked at Yang Da's appearance in the computer and deleted it directly.

No. 8 looked at the profiler in confusion. He always felt something was wrong, and his hand subconsciously reached under the mattress to get the gun.

"Bang!" The younger brother who was guarding next to him fell to the ground, and the door closed directly.

No. 8 wanted to take out the gun but found that he couldn't move. "Who...are you?"

His eyes hurt more and more, he didn't see any difference in the person in front of him. It was obviously the profiler that the organization had been using. Why was this person so weird?

"It's crying, it's looking for me to complain that you polluted it." The profiler touched No. 8's eyes, and No. 8 felt that his eyes were about to hurt to death, and a line of blood and tears flowed down.

"You are crazy! What nonsense are you talking about?" The more the profiler touched No. 8's eyes, the more painful they felt.

Soon, No. 8's eyes were in darkness and he could not see anything.

"Give me back my eyes, you lunatic." No. 8 began to panic. He was proud of his eyes. If he became blind, he would be abandoned by the organization and there would be only one way for him to die.

"Didn't your parents tell you not to do evil with these eyes?" The profiler dug out the eyes from No. 8's eyes.

The eyes floated in the air and felt a strange and familiar breath. They couldn't help but want to get closer, but there was a barrier between them and the profiler, so they couldn't get close.

The eyes left blood and tears, but they couldn't help but get close to the familiar breath. The profiler's hand slowly turned into a black and transparent hand, because the power of the eyes burned the black air of the black hand.

"Psycho, this is my eye. What I want to do is none of your business. Don't say this is your eye. I was born with it. As for my parents, who knows which bitch they are, they are animals who gave birth but didn't raise them." Unable to see and move, No. 8 was about to collapse.

"It doesn't belong to me anymore, but you don't deserve it. Even if your parents didn't teach you, the eyes that can see everything and see the truth are used by you to find the death point of others. Don't you hear it crying?" The profiler stroked the eye with pain, and finally disappeared with the eye.

No. 8 screamed on the spot, and when he found that he could move, he picked up the gun and shot in the room.

"If it doesn't belong to you, give it back to me! Do you think it's worthy of my things? Who are you?"

The gunshots quickly attracted the patrolling men outside. When they opened the door, they found a person unconscious at the door. My starling was mad with eyes wide open and blood and tears.

"Myna, what happened? Why are your eyes bleeding? I'll go call a doctor." When they got closer, they found that Myna could not see. They quickly reported it to the eldest brother, and then found a doctor to check him.

No. 8 sat on the bed anxiously. He touched his eyes. The eyeballs were still there, so he must have hope of regaining his sight.

The doctor frowned as he looked at the test report in his hand. "There is nothing wrong with the eyes, and there is no blood clot in the brain. I don't know why No. 8 can't see."

The eldest brother asked next to him, "Is there any possibility of regaining sight?"

The doctor said uncertainly, "It may be due to excessive psychological pressure, which caused temporary blindness. There should be a possibility of regaining sight."

After hearing this, No. 8 knew that he was completely blind, and there was no possibility of recovery, but he could not show it. If the boss knew, he would die.

"I was probably scared. The profiler suddenly pressed my eyes hard with his hands, making me shed tears of blood. Then I closed my eyes to protect myself and I couldn't see anymore." No. 8 began to follow the doctor's words. He couldn't let others know that he was completely blind.

"Have you drawn the appearance of the two demons?" The boss looked at the calm No. 8 and pondered. Regardless of whether No. 8 could see or not, the primary goal now was to know who the two demons were in reality.

"Drawn, in the computer." Hearing the boss's words, No. 8 felt a little panic in his heart, and the appearance of the demon in his mind was fading.

"Boss, clear everything in the computer, I'll let the technology restore it, and the final appearance is No. 8's appearance."

The boss only felt a headache. The only person who could see the demon's body was scared, and the appearance he had drawn with great difficulty was gone.

The only adjectives the fainted brother heard when he woke up were "two eyes, a nose, and a mouth."

"Ask the boss to find another reliable profiler." The boss knew that No. 8 couldn't see now and couldn't accurately draw the appearance of the devil.

When Ye Ming returned to the villa, the eyes began to panic. The surroundings were full of darkness. It didn't understand why this familiar breath was so strange.

Ye Ming found a flower pot and buried the eyes in it, and then put it where Shan De usually moved.

As soon as Shan De returned home, he saw Ye Ming staring at his hand that was burned into a hole in a daze. There was also a strange breath of divine power in the villa.

"Have you been hurt by other gods?"