Chapter 109: Why are you cold with dice?!
An Ping, however, was not as happy as Chang Xile had expected. He frowned and asked, "Did anyone protect you during your soul separation this time?"
In the past, when Chang Xile wanted to leave her soul and act as Wuchang, he or Yang Guisi would always watch over her body.
Chang Xile blinked, forgetting the whole thing. He answered truthfully, "No, in the physical sense."
"I'll only be out for a moment. Should everything be fine, right?" Chang Xile thought about the strange situation in the dormitory and felt a little unsure. She pretended to float back upstairs, "How about I go back first?"
"I'll wait for you for 10 minutes." An Ping reached out and supported her, worry evident between his brows. "If you don't come down, I'll go find you."
Chang Xile nodded, not particularly worried. On the contrary, she rarely underwent such high-altitude displacements in her spirit state, and for a moment, she found it novel.
Anping's worries were justified. It's better to be safe than sorry. But she had only been away from her soul for more than two minutes, so it wasn't that serious.
"Ouch me?"
Chang Xile looked at herself lying in bed, reaching out her hand, trying to return it to her body as usual. But the usual, natural movement, like a fish in water, failed. Her "hand" passed through her body, like oil and water, unable to mix.
Could it be that he's possessed by a ghost? Chang Xile raised his hand, and the soul-catching rope flew out from his wrist, circling around his body before retracting again - there were no other souls in his body, so naturally there was no soul to hook.
"How strange?" This was beyond Chang Xile's understanding. It was clearly her body, and it was not occupied by ghosts. Why couldn't she go back?
But in short, there was no immediate danger to her life, so Chang Xile was not panicked. She was about to go downstairs to tell Anping about the situation when she heard a familiar voice coming from the darkness.
"are u there?"
Chang Xile blinked and turned around, only to realize that Ren Qing had gotten out of bed at some point. She was sitting at her desk, holding her doll and typing on her phone. Perhaps it was because it was too dark, Chang Xile rubbed her eyes, only to find it difficult to see Ren Qing clearly—the morning mist seemed to have cast a veil over her.
If she didn't know that she was in a soul state, Chang Xile would almost think that Ren Qing saw her and was talking to her.
However, her voice was different from ordinary speech, not like that produced by human vocal cords, and it was hazy and difficult to hear clearly. Moreover, Fang Xinai didn't respond at all, and didn't seem to hear it either.
Who was Ren Qing talking to? Chang Xile walked around to her side and took a closer look. Soon Ren Qing's voice rang out again: "If you are here, make the dice become an odd number."
Now Chang Xile could see clearly that Ren Qing hadn't even opened her mouth, but was merely typing on her phone. The person she was talking to, "File Transfer Assistant," was written at the top of the chat interface.
She clicked a dice and sent it out. After the dice spun for a few seconds, it showed [1]
Ren Qing smiled and continued, "Were you the one who greeted me by my bed in the early morning? If yes, please give me an even number."
The dice are still [1]
Ren Qing suppressed her smile. She glanced at Fang Xinai's bed calmly and typed: [Is she someone in the dormitory? If so, make it her bed number. If not, make it 6]
Fang Xinai's bed was number 2, Ren Qing's was number 4, Chang Xile's was number 3, and Yang Guisi's was number 1. The dormitory beds were also arranged by age, so there wasn't much room for dispute.
The dice continued to spin for a while, and was about to stop between 2 and 3. Chang Xile frowned and couldn't help but reach out to move the dice on her screen.
She only realized what she had done after she had done it, and watched in shock as the dice actually continued to spin under her manipulation.
Soon, Chang Xile noticed that the black mist covering Ren Qing had left her. The shadow transformed into a human figure. Although she couldn't see the facial features clearly, Chang Xile still felt that she was being watched by it.
The dark shadow stretched out a hand and fiddled with the spinning dice again, hoping that it would stop as he wished.
How could Ren Qing trust the answer it gave when he didn't even know what it was? Chang Xile frowned and fought against it, and the dice kept spinning on the screen.
"Strange... Is it stuck?" Ren Qing muttered to himself in a low voice, a little confused.
After a while, the black shadow seemed to give up. It looked at Chang Xile deeply, then slowly approached her.
Chang Xile was not afraid of it, and she raised her wrist and swung out the soul-catching rope. However, just like before, the soul-catching rope only circled forward and flew back into her palm, catching nothing.
Are there any ghosts in this world that even a soul-catching rope can't catch? Chang Xile took a few steps back in shock, feeling a bit caught in the dilemma during the confrontation with the black shadow.
She guessed that her inability to return to her body was related to the black shadow. Without knowing the opponent's strength, Chang Xile had no soul-catching rope and could not use talismans, so it would be difficult for her to win. But if she left like this, Chang Xile was worried about her body lying in bed.
Suddenly, a sharp, ferocious cat cry came from outside the balcony. This time, Ren Qing heard it. She turned her head and looked towards the balcony, where she found a white lion cat standing on the railing. Its back was arched, its expression alert, and a low growl came from its throat.
"Ah... ten minutes are up." Chang Xile then remembered the agreement with Anping. He arrived just in time.
The shadow was startled by the sound. By this time, daylight had already broken, the clouds had dispersed, and sunlight shone through the treetops into the room. It was a bright, sunny day. The shadow trembled slightly, then quickly retreated into the darkness deep within the dormitory and disappeared.
Fang Xinai was also awakened by the cat's meow. She dazedly opened the bed curtains and asked sleepily, "What's wrong? Why do I hear a cat meowing?"
Ren Qing and she exchanged a glance. The two, who had been close friends, each with their own thoughts, were now speechless. Perhaps feeling a little embarrassed, Ren Qing simply stood up, opened the balcony door, and went to check on the uninvited cat.
As she opened the door, she spoke softly to the cat, "Where did you come from, little kitty? This is the fourth floor. How did you get up here, huh?"
Anping remained alert, but didn't rush to leave. He exchanged a glance with Chang Xile. Since she was still in a disembodied state after ten minutes, he knew she must be facing some kind of difficulty. They both agreed—they couldn't leave Chang Xile's body here alone.
Ren Qing wanted to pat the kitten's head, but it looked wary. After a moment's thought, she opened the balcony door, stepped aside to make room for her, and asked, "Want to come in?"
An Ping, however, took into consideration that this was a girls' dormitory and did not rush in. He turned around and asked Chang Xile, "What happened just now?"
Chang Xile briefly explained the situation. She looked at her wrist with some distress and said, "I wonder if there's something wrong with the soul-snatching rope sent by the underworld? How about I go over and ask what's going on?"
Although she really didn't want to meet Xie Wuya at this time, he would definitely grab her and ask about the progress of Chang Leguan's three hundred ghosts.
An Ping pondered for a moment: "Your method cannot control the time. It's best not to be too far away from your body."
Unfortunately, Yang Guisi was not here. Now Chang Xile and Anping, one soul and one cat, were standing on the balcony, and they were restricted in what they could do.
Fang Xinai had already gotten out of bed and walked to the balcony. In her and Ren Qing's opinion, the white cat meowed at the air for a long time, which was very strange.
"What is it saying?" Fang Xinai crossed his arms.
Ren Qing glanced at her and said, "I don't understand."
Then there was silence again.
Fang Xinai coughed, turned to look at Chang Xile's bed, and changed the subject: "With such a big commotion, Xile didn't wake up?"
If Chang Xile came, she would definitely understand what the cat is trying to express.
The air was silent for a while, and Chang Xile and Anping both calmed down and looked at Fang Xinai.
Fang Xinai suddenly felt something was wrong: "Why can't I even hear her breathing?"
The dorm was so small that everyone knew exactly who was turning over. Normally, if someone's breathing suddenly became long and deep, everyone else would know they were asleep and automatically keep quiet.
But Chang Xile's bed was so quiet that it was a little weird. Her slippers were clearly still placed in front of the bed, so she must still be on the bed.
Fang Xinai and Ren Qing exchanged a glance. She stepped forward and gently patted Chang Xile's bed railing, calling out tentatively, "Xile, Xile?"
Ren Qing stood aside and suddenly thought of something. At this moment, Fang Xinai put her hands on the bottom of the side railing of Chang Xile's bed. She was not tall enough, and even if she stood on tiptoe, her head would just reach the edge of the bed.
The person who greeted Ren Qing at her bedside this morning was obviously at a much higher level.
She subconsciously glanced at the phone page that hadn't updated the dice result. The dice, spinning like a top, had stopped at some point, but it had actually stopped at 4.
That was Ren Qing's own bed. Did she want to greet herself?
Fang Xinai's anxious voice brought Ren Qing back to reality. Her voice grew louder and louder, reaching a decibel level that was hard to ignore even in sleep. Her tone was filled with anxiety. "Xi Le! Don't scare me. I'll wait five seconds. If you don't speak, I'm going to climb onto your bed and see what happens, okay?"
Chang Xile's bed remained silent. Standing on the balcony, she felt helpless. She sensed the chaos that would ensue in the dormitory in a minute, but she was powerless to prevent it. She could only hold onto a glimmer of hope and ask An Ping, "You've seen more than you know. Have you ever seen someone like me, with my body and soul unable to return?"
Anping pondered for a moment, but before he could say anything, he was interrupted by Fang Xinai's scream, who gritted his teeth, said "Sorry!" and climbed onto Chang Xile's bed.
"Why are you cold?... Damn it! Xile, are you breathing?" Fang Xinai screamed heartbreakingly at Ren Qing, "Hurry up, call 120!!!"
Ren Qing was startled by what she said and quickly picked up his phone to dial the emergency number.
The school's emergency team arrived before the ambulance. After receiving the news, they immediately rushed to the dormitory building and wanted to transfer Chang Xile from the dormitory downstairs first to maximize the efficiency of the emergency treatment.
"Do you know that if you repeatedly enter the wrong password on your phone, it will lock itself? It starts out with three minutes, then it may become an hour, a day, or even forever." Anping suddenly said something that made no sense.
"I know. What happened?" Chang Xile suddenly realized. "You mean a ghost tried to possess me but failed. Instead, it triggered my body's defense mechanism, making it impossible for me to return?"
"It's not necessarily a ghost." An Ping surveyed the small dormitory, finally landing his gaze on Ren Qing's phone. Although the room was dim, the heaviest gloom was on Ren Qing's phone. "Didn't you say the soul-calling rope couldn't catch him?"
"Yes." Chang Xile watched the emergency personnel make a series of judgments, such as "the patient's body temperature is extremely low," "the patient is not breathing on his own," and "the patient has no heartbeat." He smiled bitterly and said to An Ping, "It looks like I've been dead for a while. They won't send me straight to cremation, will they?"
"No." Anping watched the paramedics lift Chang Xile onto a stretcher and prepare to send him downstairs. He turned to Chang Xile and said, "Follow me." Then he turned around and jumped down from the balcony.
Chang Xile immediately turned over and followed.
Only Ren Qing watched the cat jump off the building. He ran to the railing in horror and found that the white cat was already trotting on the green grass slope at the bottom of the building towards the main door of the dormitory, and it was completely unharmed.
But she no longer cared about these details. She hurriedly packed some things that Chang Xile might need, followed the emergency team and escorted Chang Xile (his body) downstairs.
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