Chapter 927 The Returnee's Notes 1

"Meow--"

Xie Ning was lost in her consciousness, unable to move her mind. Only when the cat meowed did she regain a sliver of clarity, but her body was even slower to wake up than her mind.

A faint rustling sound came from nearby, like the sound of fabric rubbing together, followed by the clinking of porcelain against each other, and the scraping of a chair across the floor, as if someone had sat down.

Xie Ning also heard faint breathing sounds, which were somewhat heavy.

Suddenly, a sharp pain shot through her wrist, and Xie Ning abruptly opened her eyes. All she could see was a dark white mosquito net, and she could hear her own rapid breathing, as if she had been jolted awake from a nightmare.

"Awake?" The voice was somewhat hoarse, like sandpaper scraping.

Xie Ning stiffly turned his neck and saw an old woman, about fifty or sixty years old, sitting in front of a wooden table. There were no lights in the room, only a little morning light coming through the small window.

She could barely make out the old lady's face; her mind was in complete turmoil. Xie Ning spoke in a hoarse voice, "Grandma."

She seemed to have not drunk water for a long time; her throat was terribly dry, and you could feel the hardened skin on her lips when they touched.

The old lady didn't respond, but stared intently at Xie Ning. She didn't have a kind face to begin with, and her expressionless face sent chills down one's spine.

Xie Ning felt her body was still very heavy, and her mind seemed to be much slower.

"Get up and have breakfast when you wake up. School starts registration at nine o'clock."

The old lady finally moved. She shuffled to the bedside and tied a bracelet and a red string to Xie Ning's wrist.

One was cold, the other warm—a strange sensation. Xie Ning instinctively pulled her hand away, but the old woman held on tightly, and with Xie Ning's current strength, she couldn't break free at all.

Xie Ning, who had been half-closing her eyes and wondering if she had a fever, suddenly felt a lightness in her body. The heaviness she had just felt dissipated, which was a bit strange, but perhaps just a coincidence.

Because her body is slowly recovering, perhaps the movements she just made her more conscious.

"This is for your safety, remember not to take it off." With that, he left.

The black cat that had been meowing earlier jumped down from the window and left with the old lady.

With a soft creak, the room returned to darkness, except for a sliver of morning light filtering through the small wooden window on the long table, which suddenly seemed a little too bright.

Xie Ning closed her eyes. She felt very strange, but her remaining memories told her that this was how the old lady and the little girl usually interacted.

As for why the little girl went there, Xie Ning didn't remember much. Her last memory was of the old lady leaving with her package.

Then the original owner lay in a daze on the bed until the old lady came back this morning and she became her...

I remember many times the old lady left, because she was a well-known shaman in the surrounding area. Many people would ask her to perform rituals to exorcise evil spirits, or they would come here to "ask the immortals".

The old lady supported herself and her grandson with this one skill.

Xie Ning fell silent for a moment. Although her own existence was somewhat illogical, she still believed in science. Everything could be explained by science; it was just that people hadn't reached that level of understanding yet.

In her mind, this was all feudal superstition. She probably thought that the old lady was good at reading people and had learned some tricks to fool people, which was why she had made a name for herself.

Every time the old lady went out, she would leave money for the little girl. With that money, she wouldn't have any problem getting food.

Xie Ning fumbled for the switch by the bed and turned on the light. Then, leaning against the headboard, she looked down at the beaded bracelet on her wrist.

It was made of porcelain, with no patterns on it, just simple white. There was also a small tooth mark on her wrist.

Recalling the stinging pain and the black cat, Xie Ning twitched her lips. It was quite intelligent; it hadn't bitten her skin, otherwise she would have had to go to the hospital for a rabies vaccination.

After all, the black cat in the house has never been vaccinated, eats a variety of foods, and is a master at catching mice.

After standing up for a while to make sure she was fully awake, Xie Ning turned around and folded the blankets under the orange-yellow light.

This is one of those thick, old-fashioned cotton quilts. No wonder she felt like she couldn't breathe while covering herself with it; it was indeed very heavy.