Chapter 53 Things I’ll Never Understand Not only was there something wrong with Ran Ran's sleeping posture on the ground, but when Shen Dinghai saw Ran Ran's appearance clearly, the goosebumps on his body instantly stood up! He clearly remembered that there was a big piece of dried blood on Ran Ran's lips, but now it was all gone! And because of the fight with the old man, Ran Ran's originally fair and tender face was dusty, but now one side is covered in dust, and the other side is clean again! It looks like someone helped wipe it! And he stopped wiping it halfway! why why why? Shen Dinghai was frightened and confused. With his head full of questions, he started calling ghosts. "Is it An'an? Or any other polite senior ghost... I'm here to thank you for taking care of my cousin Ran Ran, but you won't have to do it after that." Shen Dinghai laughed dryly, "Junior is timid, senior ghost will scare me if he appears rashly." After saying that, he vowed again: "But my being scared has absolutely nothing to do with the ghost seniors! It's my own problem!" "Anyway, just don't show up casually, and don't do this to my cousin again." Shen Dinghai finished supplementing with a desire to survive. He began to cautiously move his eyes to see if there were any changes in the surrounding environment. No, there was silence in the room, not even a breath of wind.
The clouds outside the window have long since dispersed, and the golden sunshine shines through the window, making the green ivy look particularly pleasant. All this is as beautiful as it was when An An was still alive. There's absolutely no chance there's a ghost. Shen Dinghai looked at An An's black and stiff body lying quietly on the ground. Perhaps it was because it had been processed by an old thing, but there was not even a trace of the pungent smell of decay on the corpse. Apart from the horrifyingly crooked posture, everything else kept a high degree of overlap with the An An in Shen Dinghai's memory. Of course, the vitality and agility of a living person is far incomparable to that of a corpse. In Shen Dinghai's eyes, this is a rigid An'an. If only that were the case. Shen Dinghai looked at the corpse's empty eyes and stared straight at the ceiling, knowing in his heart that An An was gone forever. Otherwise, she would definitely look excitedly at the ivy leaves full of golden light outside the window instead of staring directly above. Not An An. An'an had left the moment Ranran's cousin completed the ceremony. Shen Dinghai understood this and felt sad. But how to explain Cousin Ranran's abnormality? For Shen Dinghai's questions, a certain "book spirit" who has returned to the book can answer them. Pure, not pleasing to the eye. The always well-behaved cat turns out to be dishonest when she sleeps. Of course, she needs to be helped to correct her posture into a correct and pleasing posture. As for the dirt on the cat's face, it should be wiped off as a matter of course, but "Shu Ling" thought about himself. It's not good to make it too obvious, so he took his hand back halfway and left more obvious marks. It's a pity that it is absolutely impossible for the "book spirit" to tell Shen Dinghai all this, so Shen Dinghai will never understand what happened when he fainted. Shen Dinghai couldn't even figure out why he fainted.
In the dark world filled with thick fog, the pale boy put away the sneer on his lips, and what happened in the dilapidated room appeared before his eyes like a movie. "A fool is not completely useless. He can finally relieve some boredom and make this endless time interesting." "It just shouldn't make her worry so much." The pale boy watched the scene in front of him with interest, and slowly tapped the throne with his slender fingers. Ten Thousand Ghosts then screamed one after another, and the commotion caused the blood-colored pool water flowing underground to boil. Sang Mei, who had just stepped into the seal, immediately felt something unusual. She watched with fear as the blood surged up and soaked into the embroidered shoes. The moon-white skirt could barely cover the uppers of her shoes, so she escaped unharmed. She didn't understand the reason for the ghost's restlessness, so she suppressed the surprise in her heart, and Sang Mei held her breath and stepped into the blood pool. As if it sensed someone visiting, the pool water that was constantly churning out bloody waves gradually calmed down around Sang Mei. A little ripple spread out from the tip of her toes, creating dark red ripples. Until she completely stepped on the surface of the blood pool, the blood was calm and rippleless. The blood did not swallow Sang Mei, nor did she sink into it. Sang Mei stepped firmly on the blood pool, as if stepping on flat ground. No matter how many times she came here, Sang Mei was always afraid of the bottomless blood-colored water. It should be said that the entire world within the seal was so weird that it made her shudder. She remembered Master Ning saying that the blood pool had its own consciousness, in other words, it had the ability to identify visitors. If someone else had accidentally broken into this seal, they would have been swallowed up by the pool of blood as soon as they entered. She can be looked at differently by Xuechi just because she is the one chosen by Mr. Ning. Thinking of this, Sang Mei's trembling heart finally felt a hint of joy. She stabilized her mind and walked towards the direction of the throne in her memory. The girl wearing a luxurious skirt was as beautiful as a lady in an ancient painting made into reality. She took steps cautiously and restrainedly. With her as the center, there seemed to be an invisible barrier isolating the boiling blood. Sang Mei knew that Master Ning was protecting her. Thinking of Master Ning, her heart became more stable. I just hope that this time she will be more courageous and overcome her physical fear. Sang Mei didn't know Master Ning's origin, but the pressure on him and the strong aura of death and despair were something Sang Mei had never seen before. The beautiful girl behaved gracefully, and her face even showed anticipation because she could see the person she wanted to see immediately. She was as beautiful as a delicate flower that fell into the dirty blood. It was incompatible with the mountain of corpses and sea of blood in the distance. Following the route in her memory, Sang Mei walked into a thick white mist, and the blood pool under her feet became hazy. Sang Mei clenched her palms tightly. Even before she saw the throne, she was already getting nervous. The white mist was also conscious. It turned into twisted and weird ghosts one after another, screaming and rushing towards Sang Mei. Sang Mei stayed in place, trying to open her eyes wide to confront these ghosts. At first glance, it seemed that she was not afraid. But her frequently fluttering eyelashes gave her away.
The ghosts noticed this and swarmed forward. At the last second when they were about to hit Sang Mei, they dispersed with a strange smile and turned into a handful of mist. Sang Mei sighed in her heart. She had clearly seen such pranks many times, so why did she still feel scared. I don't know how much effort Master Ning has to spend on her to train her into something he is satisfied with. The thick white fog in front of her eyes slowly dispersed, and Sang Mei was finally able to see the scene in front of her clearly. Everything was the same as when she came here. But there was one difference. Lord Ning on the throne was not waiting boredly for her to appear. Instead, he was staring with interest at the white mist that had gathered in front of him. Like looking at something. (End of this chapter)