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"Water Spell, Power of Judgment: Restoration," White Soul murmured lightly.
From the first to the fourth layer, it was always White Soul taking action. I admit, he is truly powerful! What kind of miraculous force is this? I can sense a breath of rebirth.
"White Soul, you didn't bring those Undead back to life, did you?" I asked.
White Soul didn't kill the monsters that appeared like I did; I also don't know how he managed it, but he effortlessly made those monsters disappear.
"No, I just sent them away."
"Where did they go?"
"To a place where they can be reborn; whether they succeed or not depends on themselves."
White Soul paused, sighed, and said, "The Fifth Layer still requires you to handle it personally; I can't be of much help."
"Ah, it's fine. I can manage," I waved my hand dismissively.
"But, White Soul."
"What is it?"
"Why do I feel like this Fifth Layer was specifically designed for me?"
I can't quite explain it, but it feels like White Soul is always trapped in the Fifth Layer.
"Yes. You will know the reason later," White Soul said with a frown. A complex expression flickered in his eyes, but he held back whatever he wanted to say.
...
"Xi Meng, pay attention, he's coming," White Soul said nervously.
"Who? I don't see anyone," I replied, feeling nothing.
"This Lord is controlled by a Hermit; you can't rely solely on sight to find him."
"Then how do we find—" Before I could finish, White Soul shouted!
"Be careful!"
Then I fell into darkness once again.
The past reappeared.
I seemed to be just starting to walk, my legs unsteady. There was still no one at home, not even an aunt; I was locked in a bedroom. The furniture was neatly arranged, but the toys I had thrown on the floor made it look a bit messy. However, there was basically no danger.
As dusk approached, the house grew dimmer, yet no one returned. The small me sat quietly in a corner, looking very calm.
Suddenly, a shadow rushed in from outside the window, filled with Killing Intent, roaming around the room before landing right in front of me, its blood-red eyes staring intently at me.
The small me began to tremble in fear, letting out faint cries. I could feel that back then, I was so scared that I couldn't even cry out loud.
The evil spirit bared its fangs and claws as it tried to devour me. Sensing the danger, the small me unsteadily got up and stumbled backward, but as I retreated, I almost reached the edge of the bed.
"Mom, Mom—" I uttered incoherently, but no one responded.
I couldn't retreat any further; it was dangerous! I wanted to warn them, but it was futile. They couldn't see me or touch me.
"Ah!" The small figure fell halfway out of the window.
I quickly covered my eyes, feeling a pain radiating from my forehead. It felt as if I were the one falling out of the window, a deep-seated panic rising from within.
Step by step, I stiffly walked toward the window. The malevolent spirit lingered there, yet it showed no signs of action.
The small body lay on the cold grass below. Even though it was on the second floor, it was enough to be fatal for a child. Could it be that I really died?
Bright red blood trickled from the forehead, and the pale face glowed with a grayish hue. Looking down from the second floor, I couldn't detect any signs of life in my younger self.
"Xi Meng, Xi Meng, wake up!" It was Silver Moon! He had come!
He picked up the cold body and shot a cold glare at the second-floor window. Of course, he wasn't looking at me but at the malevolent spirit beside me. The spirit's face was twisted in rage, roaring like a beast robbed of its prey, unwilling and ferocious.
In the end, however, it retreated and vanished.
"Little One, you really know how to cause trouble; I was only away for a moment," Silver Moon murmured as he extended his hand. A gentle white light poured over the blood-stained forehead, gradually restoring it to its original state, and color began to return to the face.
"Wah—" A heart-wrenching cry erupted!
When my younger self opened her eyes and saw Silver Moon, she cried out again in despair. Silver Moon's calm face turned to stone as if struck by lightning, panicking and unsure of what to do.
In an instant, he jumped up to the second-floor window and placed my younger self back in her crib. He wanted to cover her mouth with a blanket to silence her cries but ultimately hesitated to do so.
Silver Moon completely broke down, his face showing an extremely unpleasant expression, even letting out a low growl as if venting, almost on the verge of tears. I had never seen him like this before.
Sighing, he turned and walked to a nearby low table, picking up a baby bottle. A red light surrounded the bottle; was he warming it up?
After a moment of awkwardness, he slowly brought it to my small mouth. Before long, I accepted the bottle Silver Moon offered and sniffled, drinking it with a sense of grievance.
After finishing, I glanced at Silver Moon beside me and smiled brightly.
"Yue, Yue." Unintentionally, I uttered his name.
Silver Moon stared blankly at my small face, frozen for a long time.
Watching the Little One drift into dreamland, Silver Moon breathed a sigh of relief and murmured, "I guess I don't have to hide anymore. I really want you to see me."
It turned out that Silver Moon had always been by my side, protecting me.
No wonder he knew about the existence of the prisoner.
So he almost knew everything that happened and also knew—I liked the prisoner?
Why did I feel a bit sour inside…
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