Wenling was so hungry that she ate everything on their plates. Xiaolan also dug out a bunch of snacks from the refrigerator and handed them to Wenling skillfully as if feeding a rabbit.
It seems that the passive ability of Wen Ling does consume a lot of calories.
When Xiaolan looked at Wenling's eating posture with a smile, a question suddenly occurred to her.
"Eh? Ask Ling, why can your ability be used here but not mine?"
Wen Ling stopped talking, raised his eyes and thought for a few seconds, then pointed at Xiaolan and said, "You can do it."
"I can't, I tried," Xiaolan slapped her thigh, "You can't mobilize the spiritual tide here at all, let alone use your abilities."
"Spiritual tide?" Wen Ling's big eyes were filled with even greater doubts.
"Don't you know the spiritual tide?" Xiaolan gestured, "The spiritual tide is the form of our spiritual energy. Without the spiritual tide, there would be no ability."
Wen Ling understood, but shook his head, "No need."
"You don't need the spiritual tide to still have the ability?"
"Uh-huh."
"Why is this happening?..." Xiaolan raised her chin, but she was thinking about how to trick Wenling into going to Luo's house, so that Uncle Luo could find someone to check her special physique, "I have never seen..."
Wen Ling had finished eating her after-dinner snacks. When she heard Xiaolan's words, she wiped her mouth and said, "Same."
Xiaolan was confused, "What's the same?"
Wen Ling tilted his head and smiled, "You and me."
"...But not only can I not use my abilities, I can't feel the spiritual tide at all. Without spiritual energy, I can't do anything."
Except for hitting people.
Wen Ling looked enigmatic again, "Wait."
"Are you going to wait again?"
"Well, wait."
"Then why don't you need it? Do you also have psychic presence here?"
Wen Ling waved his hand in disgust, as if he had picked out the word Psychic and thrown it away, "Other place."
Elsewhere?
"other places?"
"Uh-huh."
"You mean, your powers don't exist because of psionics, but because of... something else?"
"Uh-huh!"
"what?"
Wen Ling seemed to have finally waited for the question she wanted. She poked her shoulder and then Xiaolan's, "Destiny."
Life……
Just be an ordinary person with powers, at least it sounds more reliable.
As Wen Ling swallowed the last bite of food, the announcement screen disappeared.
It seems that meal time is over and they are officially back in the game.
"I don't know what we are doing here. Can you see the rules here?"
Wen Ling stood up from the chair, her hair bouncing on her shoulders, and her gray eyes looked back and forth at the furnishings in the kitchen.
Then, her beautiful brows suddenly frowned.
"What's wrong?" Xiaolan's heart suddenly lifted.
"refrigerator."
Wenling took small steps towards the silver refrigerator placed next to the cupboard, where Xiaolan had just dug out the snacks.
Xiaolan walked up to Wenling, and the two of them stared at the refrigerator.
"I didn't see anything just now."
Wen Ling lowered his head and pointed to the freezing area below, "Down below."
The air conditioning seemed to spread out of the refrigerator and swept over them.
Xiaolan grabbed the refrigerator door and opened it little by little.
In the first space are some frozen foods.
In the second cell, there is a bouquet of frozen roses. The petals have withered and there is a layer of white frost on the blood-red petals.
The third largest square remains.
Pull open slowly.
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu" Wen Ling grunted and hid behind Xiaolan.
Xiaolan squatted on the ground, looking at the refrigerator drawer where the air was surging.
A woman's head covered with frost flowers was lying there, pillowed on the ice and snow, staring directly at them with her cloudy eyes.
"Who is this?"
Wen Ling obviously knew the answer. She danced and pointed in the direction of the toilet, then pointed at the head and muttered, "Wife."
Fortunately, I understood what she was expressing.
"This is the ghost's wife." Xiaolan held both sides of the head with both hands and held her out.
"Uh-huh."
"I remember the horror movie I watched before. It seemed to be the story of a couple."
It seems that the prototype also comes from here.
After all, it was a frozen head. It was too cold. After Xiaolan kicked the refrigerator door shut, she put the head on the table.
Wen Ling groaned again, "No."
"Oh, don't be afraid," Xiaolan comforted, "This is a victim, very pitiful, and only one head is left..."
"No!" Wen Ling said firmly.
"That……"
Wen Ling closed her mouth and paused.
It seems that there is still some cooling time between the two words.
"It works!" She pointed to the cold head.
"This works, so... we need to take her with us, right?"
Wen Ling waved her little hands happily, "Yes! Yes!"
Reasonable, very reasonable.
But the head is equivalent to a large piece of ice, and it is definitely impossible to carry it around.
There was a bamboo fruit basket on the dining table, and the two of them poured the fruit out with great skill. Xiaolan also spread a tablecloth at the bottom of the basket, and the two of them put the head in with pious expressions.
The two girls were carrying a bamboo basket in their hands, and a cold head was placed in the basket.
The two of them didn't feel anything was unnatural.
After eating and drinking, the two quietly moved back to the kitchen door and opened it a crack.
The toilet door had gone silent, and across from the kitchen, another door opened.
A soft yellow light shines through the crack of the door into the corridor.
There was a faint sound of music floating in the air.
The music was ethereal and distant, like the music accompanying stiffly dancing dolls in a music box.
The music came from the opposite room.
"Looks like we have to get there," Xiao Lan tightened her grip on the basket, "Don't be afraid, just follow me."
Wenling nodded sadly, then grabbed Xiaolan's sweater hat to cover his eyes.
"Hey, you can't cover your eyes. I expect you to observe carefully."
Wen Ling hummed and let go of Xiaolan's hat.
Xiaolan opened the door, took a step out, and looked around.
Nothing, just silence.
But I always feel like...there's something hidden in this silence.
An ominous feeling.
Xiaolan retracted her body again, thought for a moment, and put the entire basket into Wen Ling's hand.
"I feel like something's wrong, take this."
Wen Ling looked down and looked up with tears in his eyes.
"Why are you crying? Did you see something?"
Wen Ling shook his head.
"Then why are you crying?"
Wen Ling pointed to the head in the basket and said, "I'm afraid."
"...But this is an amulet. Don't be afraid. She was a beautiful young lady like you when she was alive. She won't hurt you."
Wen Ling bit her lip in grievance and nodded.
Xiaolan poked her head out again, mustered up her courage, and led Wenling towards the opposite room.
When they came to the middle of the corridor, Wen Ling suddenly pulled Xiaolan's arm.
Xiaolan turned around and saw Wenling pointing towards the depths of the corridor with a horrified look on her face.
"What's wrong?"
There, a dark figure leaning against the wall could be vaguely seen.
"ghost……"
Xiaolan's heart began to beat rapidly.
The ghost is ambushing them.
"Don't be afraid," Xiaolan forced herself to calm down, "just keep going."
Xiaolan gently pushed the door open.
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