Chapter 51 Soul, Soul The small black box seemed to sense Ran Ran's touch, and vibrated slightly, and for a moment there was a sudden wind. Shen Dinghai almost screamed when he saw it, but fortunately he remembered Ran Ran's instructions and pressed his hand firmly on his mouth. The originally blue and clear sky outside the broken window suddenly became cloudy, and the strong wind swept up tiny dust, occasionally mixed with small stones, and hit the window with a crackling sound. The sound was so loud that when you closed your eyes, it sounded like someone was beating the window crazily. This was the fourth floor! Shen Dinghai felt horrified by the thoughts that came to his mind. When you close your eyes, you lose your vision. How strong your imagination is, how terrifying the things in your imagination will be. For a moment, the sound of flying sand and rocks and the joyous sound of Hong Fu could be heard. Their movements were so loud that Shen Dinghai's heavy breathing, like a broken bellows, was drowned in it. He didn't dare to open his eyes for a moment. If he didn't open them again, it felt like ghosts would have a meeting next to him! Then Shen Dinghai saw a scene more terrifying than he imagined. At that time, all the movement and noise stopped, and the small black box was facing Shen Dinghai, quietly opening a crack, obviously without any sound.
But Shen Dinghai felt as if someone blew a breath of cold air into his ear, and he could clearly hear the "squeaking" sound of the old and decaying black box being opened. With all the hair on his body standing on end, Shen Dinghai covered his mouth even tighter, his broad palms pressed so hard that no blood could be seen, and he was as pale as a dead man. But that wasn't the most terrifying thing. Then Shen Dinghai saw the small gap getting bigger and bigger, and suddenly stopped when it reached three fingers wide. Shen Dinghai's heart also dropped heavily. His eyes widened in the next second, and his rapid breathing was as loud as his heartbeat, one sound drowning out the other. Shen Dinghai watched helplessly as a small, dry hand stretched out from the dark gap in the small box. The whole body is black, and the slender five fingers are like five blackened matchsticks, bent in a strange way, and spasming in waves, as if they are suffering from severe pain. The frightened reason finally returned to his brain, and Shen Dinghai thought in a daze: This is An An. Even though he could no longer recognize his original appearance, the dark, thin, and small person in front of him, who could only squeeze into a small black box, was the fair and clean person with a smile on his face that he had seen before, and he would always stand. An'an greets the ivy in front of the sunny window sill... In an instant, all fear disappeared without a trace. How could he be afraid of An An? She is such a well-behaved and cute little girl. Even if her beautiful years are forever frozen in her tender age, she will never be the same again... Shen Dinghai remembered a saying, every ghost you are afraid of was once someone that others thought about day and night, wanted to see but couldn't. I only wish that my soul could come to me in my dreams every night. It's a pity that the person whom An An most hopes to sleep in and who is most eager to see in her dreams has been buried under the loess long ago. Shen Dinghai always felt that he had realized the cruelty of this past event, but every time he would feel, no... Far from enough. Heat blurred his eyes, and Shen Dinghai pressed his mouth harder. He was afraid before, but now he was afraid that he would cry.
Dad is right, he is such a loser, he can't even control his own emotions! If he really cried out at this time, he would not only destroy the ceremony and prevent An An's soul from being freed, but he would also be sorry for Cousin Ran Ran's desperate efforts. Shen Dinghai blinked hard and squeezed out the excess tears from his eyes. Now he could finally see the scene in front of him clearly. No matter how complicated and sad the emotions are, now is not the time to vent! He looked away from the small black box and stared at the dried blood on Ran Ran's lips. This is proof of my cousin’s desperate efforts! He must not let his guard down at this time, otherwise he would be sorry for the amount of blood that Cousin Ran Ran vomited! In the blind spot of Shen Dinghai's sight, the thin and twisted black hands slowly pushed open the lid, and the arms connected to the palms were bent in an astonishing way. As the arm swayed up from the small black box, a cry like crying suddenly sounded in the room. "pain……" Childish and clear yet weak and powerless, like the first feeling a newborn child conveys to the world. Shen Dinghai was stunned. He didn't dare to look back. These were the first words he heard An An say in the real world, even though the voice was from a corpse that had been sleeping in a box for decades. He felt ridiculous at the metaphor in his mind. An An is not childish, and the pain she talks about is not expressing her feelings about the world. When she saw the fingers bent into weird shapes, Shen Dinghai realized that the pain An An was talking about was inflicted on her by that scumbag. The next second, an even more desperate thought came to mind. It was like a stream of water, soaking Shen Dinghai's mouth and nose, making it impossible for him to breathe. An An was still alive when she was stuffed into the box! A dying child relied on her tenacious willpower to finally get a chance to survive, but she was completely defeated by her selfish and scumbag stepfather! An An must have been so desperate when she was forced into such a small box, and how painful it must have been for her to still remember this feeling after so long. It must have been pain that penetrated deep into the bones, so that An An, who had been wandering as a soul for decades, whined when he woke up in his body. An An didn't wait for anything at that time. She couldn't wait until the box lid was closed and the world fell into darkness. She gradually suffocated in a narrow space. Shen Dinghai considered himself not a sentimental person. He stared at the blood on Ran Ran's lips, but An An's desperate and frightened look could not be controlled before his eyes. Tears fell from the corners of his eyes, and Shen Dinghai could only sigh, fortunately... An An waited for Cousin Ran Ran this time. Although he and his cousin arrived late, An An's dark world should be ushered in a glimmer of light. Now Shen Dinghai finally understood why Ran Ran was obsessed with liberating An An now. Because we really can't gamble on An An's freedom for that slim possibility. Her soul has been imprisoned for too long. And she had suffered enough. As An An's body stood up completely from the box, it looked like a distorted puppet. Shen Dinghai saw the red mark on Ran Ran's forehead suddenly light up, and suddenly a white light burst out, making her pale cheeks even paler. An An's body was frozen in place by the white light, like a horrific scene in a faded old photo. In the dilapidated room, the girl recited obscure ancient spells. Invisible waves rippled around her, stirring up the thick dust on the ground. The whole process was long and solemn. At first, Shen Dinghai couldn't understand a word. Later, perhaps because he was too immersed, he was able to understand a few scattered words. Finally Shen Dinghai heard slowly chanting:
Soul, soul, please leave quickly Don't let the suffering in this world wrap around your body Soul, soul, please rest in peace I hope you find peace in another world. (End of this chapter)