"Ma'am, you know that's not the point," Milo said with a frown, "You know what I want to say is the previous ones."
Agnes couldn't help laughing, "Then you should put what you really want to say later."
Little Milo pursed his lips in frustration, "But I really didn't follow you to leave Bodivia because I wanted you to support me. What do you mean if you don't even let me do it?"
Agnes couldn't help but curl her lips, "I know, so our little Milo hopes to help me."
She released her grip on little Milo's shoulders, then picked up the towel she had just put aside and continued to wipe her hair.
"Then..." Agnes thought for a while, "You should learn from Lunn first. I really need someone to help me find out the news."
She winked at little Milo, "And Mr. Lunn's shelf life is almost up."
"I understand," Little Milo nodded seriously, "I will work hard."
It was still easy to coax, Agnes couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief when she saw little Milo walking out.
She hung the towel in her hand back in the bathroom and glanced at it.
Huizhen's figure has disappeared.
Agnes withdrew her gaze, turned and walked out of the bathroom.
...
"What's the matter with you?" Agnes stopped her writing and whispered helplessly. She hesitated for a moment, and finally called out: "...'The Sound of Harmony' ."
Slight ripples spread across the room, and the flame in the kerosene lamp on the table swayed faintly.
A nightingale no bigger than Agnes's hand was outlined beside Agnes's hand.
"Because you are here." The sweet voice of the "Sound of Harmony" sounded like the song of a nightingale.
"Because this place is special?" Agnes couldn't help but stretched out her fingers and touched the feathers on the little nightingale's back. "I feel that there is the power of the spiritual world in the cave of the extinct volcano in the center."
"Even the bacon here has the aura of the spirit world left." Agnes said in a low voice with a smile.
"Do you want to visit the spiritual world?" "Voice of Harmony" asked.
"Do you want me to go?" Agnes curled her lips, "Or does it represent something else..."
"It's just me!" "Voice of Harmony" said with a little excitement, "I want to take you to the place that belongs to me."
Agnes sighed helplessly and put away the notebook spread out on her desk.
"Don't worry," Agnes stretched out her finger to let "Voice of Harmony" stand on it, "I want to give you a human name, how about it?"
"This way I won't reveal your identity when I call you in front of others." Agnes said, slowly stroking the feathers on Harmony's back with her fingers.
"Voice of Harmony" rubbed Agnes's fingers with his furry head.
"Okay." She said without hesitation.
Agnes couldn't help but smile and whispered: "Nightingale, little nightingale."
"Voice of Harmony" glanced at Agnes with some confusion and nodded.
"I understand, Nightingale," said the Voice of Harmony, "this is your name for me."
Agnes couldn't help but sigh, and stretched out her hand to stroke the feathers on Harmony's back.
"You can also give me a unique name." Agnes said, allowing herself to smile slightly.
"No..." Nightingale whispered, "...ma'am."
Agnes felt that she seemed to have said something, but she did not hear it clearly.
"What did you just say?" Agnes asked with a frown.
"I just said I would call you 'ma'am.'" Nightingale said, rubbing Agnes's fingers.
"Okay," Agnes couldn't help but sigh, "Let's go, do you want me to go to the hole in the center of the island?"
"No need," Nightingale said, rubbing Agnes's palm, "right here, I have enough power to take you into the spirit world."
Agnes saw the little nightingale resting on her finger disappear, and some ripples slowly spread from there.
The room seemed to disappear, and illusory and transparent things with indescribable shapes appeared around it. All the colors became bright and distinct but overlapped, and the gray mist became light to nothingness and enveloped everything. Seven rays of clear light of different colors are swimming slowly in the depths and high in the sky. They seem to have life and contain endless knowledge.
Agnes felt that she seemed to have changed a little. She felt that she raised her hand, but she only saw a shapeless gray-black mist rolling and escaping from the black threads.
She looked down at herself, and it looked like a bubbling gray-black ocean that was constantly churning, giving people an extremely sticky feeling, even as if it had turned into black sludge. A little bit of gray-black mist escaped from the bubbles and floated on the ocean. Countless black threads radiate from the ocean toward unknown places, and gray-black mist billows out of these threads, which seems a bit hazy under the bright colors of the spiritual world.
Agnes felt like she raised her eyebrows, but it seemed like there were just a few more bubbles rising on the gray-black ocean.
"What is imprisoned under the human body?" Agnes suddenly remembered Trevor's words at that time.
It’s really not good-looking, Agnes thought subconsciously, she still prefers human images.
The gray-black ocean rolled up, and Agnes saw the gray-black ocean that seemed to be endless before quietly disappearing, and she saw her arms again.
Countless black threads floated out from her clenched hands, looking like tentacles.
The pale skin was vaguely bone white, and the colors of the spiritual world seemed to be swimming under the skin.
It's completely different from the color just now, Agnes couldn't help but think.
She didn't see the shirt she put on before in the room, only the white sleeves made of rough and wide ramie, and there was a constant tingling sensation on the skin under the sleeves.
Agnes suddenly thought of this word.
She stretched out her hand and touched her forehead. She didn't touch any belt or hat that should be worn on her head, only some soft hair.
Agnes put down her hand and looked forward. She felt many faint calls coming from different places.
"Nightingale." Agnes called softly, "You only brought in my spirit body."
"Madam," the little nightingale appeared on her hand, jumping up and down looking a little anxious, "I'm sorry, I didn't expect this."
Agnes couldn't help but shook her head.
"Forget it, it doesn't matter."
"Where is your place?" Agnes asked aloud.
