Jiang Weihua pointed at the wooden box on the dining table. "It's my fault, all my fault. This was an apology gift from Ma Shasha's grandfather. He said it was a small item passed down from our ancestors. I opened it casually, and as soon as I opened it, a shadow flew towards Xiang Xiang."

Inherited from ancestors? Mother Zhou looked at her little girl, who was still appearing and disappearing, and a thought suddenly occurred to her.

"Ling Ran, carry Xiang Xiang to the bed. Little brother, don't follow her."

Ling Ran was already at a loss, and upon hearing this, he immediately reported the matter upstairs.

Zhou's mother followed him upstairs.

Although Jiang Weihua was anxious, his niece was already a grown-up girl, and her elder sister was with her and wouldn't let him go upstairs, so he could only pace around the dining room.

After Ling Ran put the little girl on the bed, Zhou's mother called him out, "Ling Ran, go out. I'll take off my clothes for Xiang Xiang to see."

Although Ling Ran wanted to help personally, Aunt Jiang was right there! He was still just her fiancé.

As soon as he left the room, Zhou's mother locked the door.

Zhou's mother undressed her daughter and saw nothing unusual about her body. Unconvinced, she searched carefully and finally saw a faint glow on her left wrist, hidden by the woven bracelet. It flickered in the same rhythm as the girl's.

Although I don’t know what exactly happened to the little girl, the shadow I was talking about must be the one on her wrist.

Judging from the aperture, the little girl should not disappear, she is just being flashed by the aperture.

She covered her little girl with a blanket, opened the door, and asked Ling Ran, who was standing at the door, "Ling Ran, when you were holding her just now, her body was real, right?"

Ling Ran nodded, "Yes."

Mother Zhou felt a little relieved. When she was taking off her daughter's clothes just now, her body was indeed real, not appearing and disappearing as seen with the naked eye.

"I wonder what her body is going through. I can only wait for her to wake up and ask her. The key should be the ancestral object."

Ling Ran's panicked heart calmed down after hearing about the ancestral object. She thought that this situation must be related to her space.

At this time, Zhou Xiang was in the space, no, it should be said that her soul was floating in front of the thatched hut in the space. Right in front of her, there was a bracelet that looked the same as the one in her previous life.

I say the same because the material looks the same, the shape looks the same, and even the pattern looks the same.

However, Zhou Xiang, who had touched and thanked the bracelet countless times while lying under the bridge in her previous life, could tell at a glance that this bracelet was slightly different from hers.

The patterns on this bracelet and hers are different on the left and right. If placed together, they should be symmetrical.

Are the bracelets a pair? Or are the bracelets two in one?

Was it this bracelet that hit me and forcibly pulled her soul or spirit in? But why did you pull my soul in?

Seeing that Zhou Xiang didn't move for a long time, the bracelet circled around her soul anxiously.

"What?" Zhou Xiang tried to ask it.

The bracelet was not a person, so of course it could not answer her and continued to revolve around her.

Zhou Xiang felt even more dizzy. "Stop turning around. What do you want to do?"

The bracelet simply jumped up and down.

Zhou Xiang calmed down. She had to work hard to communicate with the bracelet. Since it could enter the space and even pull her in, was it part of the space? Then, could it merge with the space?

Thinking of this, Zhou Xiang became excited. If they merged, could the space be directly upgraded to the top level?

If the well water can change again, can the eldest brother's intelligence be restored?

She tentatively asked the still-beating bracelet, "Do you want to acknowledge me as your master?"

The bracelet immediately spun in circles at a very fast speed, and it felt like a circle of joy.

Zhou Xiang thought he had guessed correctly, but, "Doesn't confession of mastery require the shedding of blood? You pulled my soul in, but the soul has no blood."

The bracelet jumped up and down again.

"No blood required?"

The bracelet spun in circles rapidly, at the same speed as when it was guessed to have recognized its owner.

To recognize the master, you don’t need to shed blood. Just pull your soul in. Your own space no longer has a physical entity and is bound to your soul. Then you may need to use your soul to recognize the master.

However, she herself doesn't know how her soul is bound to the space, so how can she recognize it?

Blood? No.

Tears? Can the soul shed tears?

Soul? Looking at my own shadow-like soul, what's going on? Did I cut off a piece of my shadow?

Zhou Xiang decided to confirm with the bracelet first before cutting it, but he didn't know if it would hurt.

"The soul recognizes the master?"

The bracelet paused for a moment, then began to spin again. This time, Zhou Xiang clearly felt the joy.

It seemed that her guess was right. She looked down at her own soul, hesitated for a long time, and finally decided to try to cut a piece with the scissors transformed by her mental power.

However, just as her mental power was extended and the scissors shape had not yet solidified, the bracelet rushed into her mental power.

Then, she seemed to be pushed by someone, and her soul bounced out of the space and returned to the body that she had previously lost control of.

Shit, is it the soul or the spirit that recognizes the master? Does that bracelet think that spirit and soul are the same? She hesitated for a long time, afraid that cutting a piece of soul would hurt.

I stretched myself and thought, "Oh my god! Who stripped her naked? Who carried her to the bed?"

No, it should be said who carried her to the bed and stripped her naked?

"Think about it? You're better now, right?"

When she was stretching, Ling Ran, who had been staring at her, noticed it. Seeing her eyes rolling around, he quickly asked.

Zhou Xiang turned to Ling Ran and looked around the room again, only to find that he and she were the only ones there.

"I'm fine, but you have to tell me, who stripped me naked?"

When Ling Ran heard this, he felt his blood boiling and he couldn't help but pinch his nose, fearing that his nose would bleed.

"You were suddenly hit by a shadow, and your body appeared and disappeared. We were all very scared. We called you, but you didn't respond. Aunt Jiang asked me to carry you up, and then she locked me outside. Not long after, she opened the door and you were covered with the quilt.

Aunt Jiang said that your body must be going through something, and that the key might be the Wang family heirloom. I thought of your space and didn't dare touch you again. I just watched from the side. Just now, the light on your body disappeared, and you stretched again, and then I dared to ask you a question.

Seeing him pinching his nose while speaking, Zhou Xiang jokingly asked, "What's wrong with your nose?"

Ling Ran let go of his hand, pounced on the bed, and pressed on the little girl, "Little rascal, you dare to laugh at me, I was scared by you. When you woke up, you said that you were stripped naked. How can I not be excited?"

As he spoke, his lips landed on her upturned lips.

Zhou Xiang raised her bare arms, put them around his neck, and responded to him enthusiastically.

Ling Ran suddenly let go of her and hurried out of the room, "Hurry up and get dressed and go downstairs. Aunt Jiang and Senior Jiang are very worried."

Zhou Xiang looked at the big man who was fleeing in panic and chuckled.