Ye Buqi asked, "Are you tired? Or did you remember something?"
Hua Changle held her slightly aching forehead and looked at her hands:
"I think I just... saw a room."
Just now, she was looking at the person in the photo when she suddenly felt as if she had drifted off into a daze. Then, when she looked closely, she saw a half-open door at the end of the black mist.
My gaze passed over the door, and inside the room, there were several figures.
She tried hard to see, but couldn't make out the faces of those people.
Then, in a moment of confusion, all that remained was the photograph before me.
What is that room?
Who are the people in the room?
"You don't look well, sit down first." Ye Buqi helped her sit down on the nearest bedside.
Hua Changle tried hard to make out the figure in the strange room, but unfortunately, he got nowhere.
She felt a dull ache in her head and had no choice but to give up for the time being and stop investigating those figures.
Her gaze swept across the room casually, then suddenly stopped at the head of the bed: "This is... a bunny?"
Following her gaze, leaning against the headboard was a slightly old white rabbit doll.
To her shock, this rabbit doll was exactly the same as the doll that System 422 was inhabiting!
However, one of its ears was not completely sewn up.
Ye Buqi picked up the rabbit and placed it in her arms, saying, "This was sewn for you by Shen Fuguang."
"What!"
Hua Changle froze, holding the rabbit, staring at her in astonishment.
Ye Buqi nodded firmly: "Yes, this is the second one. I haven't finished sewing it yet. You've always kept the first one with you."
Hua Changle's breathing trembled.
That tattered big rabbit, that big rabbit that didn't fit in with her room in the Hua family, the big rabbit she always hugged to sleep, was made by Shen Fuguang himself.
Even Ye Buqi's cold and hard voice seemed to carry a hint of gentleness:
"He said he saw that other girls had dolls, so he made one that was unique in the world for you by hand."
Hua Changle's heart suddenly burned with passion.
Some fragmented images flashed by—
"Hey, you little lunatic!"
A handsome man with striking features walked over, hands behind his back: "Want the most unique reward in the world?"
Hua Changle saw his outstretched hand: "Give it to me."
"Hey, you're really not being polite."
Shen Fuguang abruptly pulled his hand away and placed it in front of him: "Clang! Here's a little brat for you!"
A large, adorable white rabbit, nearly half a meter tall, bounced twice in his hand with a "duangduang" sound.
"……well."
Chang Le, standing in front of him, sighed, reached out and grabbed the two rabbit ears, holding them in his hand like prey, looking quite disgusted.
Shen Fuguang frantically sewed it up: "Hey, stop pulling! Can't you just hold me? I worked so hard to sew it!"
"Huh?" Chang Le picked up the rabbit and shook it. "You made this? You must have a lot of free time."
Shen Fuguang leaned down, his voice tinged with amusement: "Taking a moment of leisure from your busy schedule!"
He stuffed the large rabbit into her arms: "Little madwoman, you have the most precious doll in the world."
Hua Changle reached out to embrace him in a daze, but her fingers pierced through Shen Fuguang's body.
The arm landed on the solid object, and upon closer inspection, it was the second large rabbit that was not yet finished being sewn.
The voice, the smile, the laughter just now—they're all just memories.
Hua Changle held the chubby rabbit that was smiling sweetly, but tasted bitterness.
She held the rabbit in her arms and gently rubbed her face against its soft fur, as if she could feel the warmth of the person from her memory.
Hua Changle held the rabbit for a long time, while Ye Buqi sat quietly beside her, keeping her company without a sound.
After a while, Hua Changle composed himself before slowly speaking:
“Shen Fuguang, although I have lost my memory, I have heard his voice many times and seen him in my dreams. It’s as if he has never left my side.”
She raised her hand, dark purple energy swirling in her palm: "This is the superpower [Netherworld]. He gave it to me, didn't he?"
Ye Buqi nodded: "Yes, but Netherworld is a general term for death and soul-attribute abilities. The ability he gave you is a type of Netherworld attribute ability, named [Summoning Spirits]."
[Summon Spirits] allows you to summon dead creatures within a certain range to return and assist in combat.
"Can Shen Fuguang also be summoned?" Hua Changle blurted out.
Ye Buqi looked at her, but did not answer for a long time.
Hua Changle's pupils trembled slightly: "Why?"
Ye Buqi shook his head: "It's not that it's impossible, it's that I don't know if it's feasible."
"Summoning spirits has conditions."
"First, the soul of the summoned being remains intact after death; "
Second, the stronger the summoned person was in life, the more difficult it is to summon them successfully.
Third, the cultivation level of the summoned person must not exceed that of the user.
Hua Changle's shoulders slumped sluggishly.
That last point alone almost extinguished her hope.
Shen Fuguang is the first human to possess superpowers since their inception, and to this day, no one has surpassed him.
If she wanted to summon Shen Fuguang, it would be far too difficult.
"Is he in the Dragon Tomb Secret Realm?" Hua Changle's voice was as soft as fragile glass.
Ye Buqi said, "He was buried deep in the old ruins of the Northern Boundary. His body could not be recovered, but his soul did return to the Dragon Tomb to guard the Northern Boundary."
"Can I go take a look?" Hua Changle looked up, her eyes glistening with tears.
Ye Buqi shook her head: "Sorry, I can't get in, and neither can you right now."
How can I get in?
Ye Buqi said, "Xue Wuwang's bloodline is acceptable. The Dragon Tomb has allowed people with special privileges to enter through special methods. You are the latter, so you have the right to enter, but the method of entry... only you know."
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