Wen Ling was so hungry that he ate everything on their plates. Xiao Lan also dug out a bunch of snacks from the refrigerator and handed them to Wen Ling 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? Wen 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 showed 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 held up 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 her post-meal 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 powers, I can't feel the spiritual tide at all. Without spiritual power, I can't do anything."
Except for hitting people.
Wen Ling looked enigmatic again, "Wait."
"Want to wait again?"
"Well, wait."
"Then why don't you need it? Do you also have psychic powers 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 ability does not exist because of psychic energy, but because of... other things?"
"Uh-huh!"
"What?"
Wen Ling seemed to have finally waited for the question she wanted. She poked her shoulder, then Xiaolan's, "Destiny."
life……
Just be an ordinary superpower, at least it sounds more reliable.
As Wen Ling swallowed the last bite of food, the announcement screen disappeared.
It seems that the meal time is over and they have officially returned to 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."
Wen Ling took a small step towards the silver refrigerator placed next to the cupboard, where Xiaolan took out the snacks just now.
Xiaolan walked 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 on the lower floor, "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.
"Woo." Wen Ling grunted and hid behind Xiao Lan.
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 have 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 all their hands. 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 carried a bamboo basket in their hands, and in the basket was a cold head.
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 in a music box accompanied by stiffly dancing dolls.
The music came from the room opposite.
"Looks like we have to get there," Xiaolan clutched the basket tightly, "Don't be afraid, just follow me."
Wenling nodded solemnly, 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 while, and put the entire basket into Wenling's hand.
"I feel something is wrong, take this."
Wen Ling looked down and then raised his head 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.
Xiao Lan poked her head out again, mustered up her courage, and led Wen Ling towards the opposite room.
When they reached 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 shadow 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."