The moment she entered the door, Chu Xiangyun turned her head slightly and pulled off the white cloth from her eyes, and strode into the door of Zangkong Building. When she looked up again, she was the only one left in this space, and she returned to her original appearance.
Strange yet familiar look.
The spiritual energy was jumping and dancing as if to welcome her, passing by her side lightly, and when she wanted to reach out to touch it, she seemed to avoid it inadvertently, like a naughty elf.
There was no need for Chu Xiangyun to actively look for Kongkong's figure. A big hole suddenly opened in the ground beneath her feet, causing her to fall straight down without any time to react.
Chu Xiangyun subconsciously narrowed her eyes to avoid the strong wind when she fell. There seemed to be something soft on her body holding her up, and the speed was neither fast nor slow.
When she opened her eyes again, she found that she had landed softly. What had just helped her was a stream of spiritual power. After completing its mission, it swirled away, leaving a little tail in the air like
Saying goodbye, and finally disappearing without a trace.
"You came!"
Before seeing the person, he heard his voice first, and the empty and lively children's voice sounded. Chu Xiangyun followed the sound and saw that it was still where he saw it before, and it still looked like a ball of light.
but……
"These things on the ground..."
For some reason, on the ground in front of it, traces of spiritual power were intertwined in a messy manner, seemingly without any order, completely different from last time.
Is there something wrong with the Zangkong Building?
"This is my painting!"
The ball of light swayed, "Look, this is dad, this is you, this is me!"
"..." Why did I run into your family...
Chu Xiangyun resisted the urge to ask and focused her attention on more important things. She pointed at the obviously tall figure, "Is this your maker?"
"This is my dad!" Kong Kong seemed a little unhappy and retorted quickly.
"I'm sorry." Chu Xiangyun apologized obediently, "Then your father..."
She was silent for a moment, then suddenly thought of an idea, "Is your father the creator of Zangkong Tower?"
The light ball shook up and down, "Yes! My father is very powerful, right?"
Chu Xiangyun nodded according to its words, licked his dry lips, and raised his heart, "Then... what is your father's name?"
"I have no idea."
The answer was unusually fast, and the voice was so lively and childish, but it made her feel a chill to the bone.
But this is like an illusion, fleeting.
"He was already dead before I woke up." Kongkong resumed its usual attitude, its words were simple but cruel, "Human life is always short."
It was only at this moment that Chu Xiangyun realized that the person in front of him was not a child, but an artifact spirit that had experienced countless years.
Time seemed to stand still at this moment, the original fairy tale world was torn apart, revealing the reality inside, and the familiar light of spiritual power became cold.
Along with this change, a song appeared.
A soft, nostalgic, hopeless and sad song.
Coming from the direction of the light ball, this was the sound she heard when she first came to Zangkong Tower. It was obviously an unknown language, but the emotion hit her heart directly.
Chu Xiangyun simply sat on the floor, hugged his knees, and listened.
This seems to be just an incomplete melody, hummed repeatedly by the void, resounding throughout the world until it gets tired of it. But presumably in the past thousands of years, this singing has never stopped.
"This is the song left by my father. It is the only memory I have of him."
——Just like empty thoughts, eternal and long-lasting.
What is the difference between the love of a tool spirit and that of a human being?
Chu Xiangyun didn't want to say another word at this moment. She just wanted to wait here until she had to leave, but her empty chat box was inexplicably opened, and memories poured out.
"What dad originally wanted to build was not the Zangkong Tower, but the Lingxiao Mansion."
"...Do you mean that he wants to make a spiritual weapon called Lingxiao Mansion?"
Using a space spiritual weapon as a school... What a whimsical idea is this? But when he thought that the person who proposed this idea was the amazing genius who created what he saw before him, Chu Xiangyun was no longer surprised.
.
"Well, if he succeeds, then my name will be Xiaoxiao now!"
Chu Xiangyun didn't say anything to disappoint you that the weapon spirit of Lingxiao Mansion was not necessarily yours. Instead, he lowered his voice as if he was afraid of disturbing Kong Kong.
"Is he the first principal of Lingxiao Mansion?"
"Yes." Kongkong shook his body, and the road leading to the principal's office that he showed Chu Xiangyun that day appeared again, "He used to live here, in the Zangkong Building."
"It's just that I have never seen him with my own eyes. Zangkonglou told me this."
As if to confirm its words, the surrounding spiritual powers began to vibrate, twinkling like stars.
Chu Xiangyun was a little surprised, "Is Zangkonglou talking to you?"
"Zangkonglou is not a weapon spirit, so how can he talk?" Kongkong sounded more surprised than she was, "Of course I knew it naturally after I woke up."
"..."
Chu Xiangyun was silent for a long time, with a lot of thoughts in her mind. Mysterious bubbles appeared and disappeared one after another. Combined with the conversation when she met Kongkong for the first time, she seemed to gradually understand something.
Empty it, completely devoid of the basic common sense of being a weapon spirit.
In its consciousness, it was not born from Zangkonglou. On the contrary, Zangkonglou was its vassal. Those vague memories inherited from the body were informed by what it thought was "Zangkonglou".
It was abandoned when it was just born, and Chu Xiangyun didn't even know if the first-generation principal knew of its existence.
This may be the only weapon spirit in the world, and it doesn't even understand itself.
The person in front of me remained silent until we met, and Kong Kong swayed from side to side with some boredom, "Do you have anything else to ask? As long as you chat with me, I will tell you everything!"
Chu Xiangyun's original purpose was to inquire about the manufacturer of Zangkong Tower. Although this question has not been completely solved yet, it is estimated that Kongkong only knows so much.
She was supposed to leave, but she couldn't move her steps. Instead, she stretched out her hand and touched the top of the light ball with her warm palm.
Chu Xiangyun finally understood that in this world, not every pursuit can yield results. There will always be resistance in front of him. Manpower can still find ways to cross it, but death is an insurmountable gap.
Just like the first generation principal whose name was erased, just like...Chu Zhao.
Chu Xiangyun has always been a person who never gives up until she reaches her goal. She will never give up on what she wants to know, but at this moment, she is unwilling to ask any more questions.
Then she took a step forward and wrapped her arms around the ball of light in front of her. The image of the little girls swarming in her memory overlapped with this moment, and their words also overlapped at the same time.