Chapter 11
◎The Stingy Song Xingxing◎
Xiao Ji said, "When I was a child, I was in poor health. I heard that there was a temple that was very effective, so we went there. The monk there gave me this. He also has one, but it's a pendant."
Jiang Hui showed a hint of interest. "May I take a look?"
Xiao Ji took off the cinnabar from her wrist and handed it to him.
Jiang Hui rubbed the object between his fingers, his expression somewhat serious. "I'm not sure how to judge this; I'll have to wait for my master to return."
He returned the cinnabar bracelet to Xiao Ji. "When Li Muyuan described it to me, I thought this bracelet was simply blessed by a master. Now it seems to be much more than that. Ordinary ropes can't hold it. The rope I gave you can barely hold it, but..." He glanced at Xiao Ji's hand, "Why are there so few beads?"
Although the man's skin was fair, his wrists were not slender. When he exerted force, they carried a sense of masculine strength. There were only six cinnabar beads hanging on his broad wrists, which always seemed rather empty.
Xiao Ji replied, "That's how it was given to me."
He wore it sparsely for many years.
Jiang Hui looked away and asked Song Jinyu, "Do you still have that pendant you were wearing?"
Song Jinyu hesitated for a moment, then said in a muffled voice, "I just got used to wearing it for so long that I forgot to take it off."
That means it's still there.
Jiang Hui clapped his hands, "It seems to be these two things. But we'll have to wait for my master to return to discuss the specifics. You have this cinnabar on your hand, which is why he can't leave you. I don't know the principle behind this cinnabar, but it can nourish Song Jinyu's soul. Anyway, it won't do him any harm by following you."
Song Jinyu asked, "Can I use another body? This is so strange."
Jiang Hui spread his hands, "Come up here and let me take a look."
Song Jinyu jumped onto his hand.
He didn't know how he did it, but Song Jinyu felt like he was being pulled out by something, and his vision suddenly widened. He looked at Xiao Ji, who was the same size as him, and looked down at his transparent palm in shock.
Damn it, he's become a ghost.
But it seemed that only Jiang Hui could see him.
Jiang Hui propped himself up on his hand and stroked his chin. "Did something happen to your beads while he was unconscious?"
Xiao Ji was silent for a few seconds, then said in a strained voice, "It broke."
"So that's how it is."
"The connection is incomplete. A part of his soul remains in the doll. He can come out, but it's best to return to the doll during his rest time each day to fully absorb the remaining part of his soul."
He raised his hand and stuffed the transparent Song Jinyu back in. Seeing his confusion, he explained, "It's like playing a game. The doll is your starting point and resting place. You can go out to fight monsters, but when the time comes, you have to return to the starting point to recover your stamina until you leave the beginner village."
“Ah…” Song Jinyu said, “Then I understand.”
Xiao Ji: "..."
It was just sleeping, and Song Jinyu was already very happy to be able to temporarily get rid of her mature and sophisticated image.
He jumped up and down, asking curiously, "Can I possess things other than dolls? Like tables, chairs, or even dolls the size of a person?"
Then he would never have to put up with Xiao Ji's attitude again.
Jiang replied, "No, you are originally an incomplete soul with too weak energy. You need mental strength to control objects, and the larger the object, the weaker you will become."
Xiao Ji took out the rabbit that Song Jinyu had transformed into last time and put it aside. "Then how does he want to change it?"
Jiang Hui said, "Do you understand the concept of 'unity of mind and intention'?"
Song Jinyu is so shrewd.
He closed his eyes in his mind, only feeling as if he was being pulled by something. When he opened his eyes again, a layer of black mist covered his eyes.
He waved his chubby hand, then tried to jump with his short legs. When he landed, Cotton twisted his ankle, and the little rabbit plunged headfirst into Xiao Ji's arms.
Xiao Ji helped the little rabbit up, and then he heard Jiang Hui speak.
"His senses depend on what he's possessing. The BJD doll is very realistic, so he can see and hear. This rabbit isn't as realistic; its nose and ears don't open, and the eyeballs are cheap, so he can only see it vaguely."
"Of course, it's also easy to solve..."
Jiang Hui pulled out an ink bottle from somewhere, with red liquid sloshing inside. "Just opening my eyes is enough. It's an exclusive formula, no bargaining, 58,000."
Song Jinyu, who had just been switched back: "..."
The map of the Yan state is really short.
Even after leaving the apartment with Jiang Hui, Li Muyuan was still somewhat dazed.
"Are there really ghosts in this world?"
Jiang Hui put his hands in his pockets. "Strictly speaking, Song Jinyu can't be considered a ghost."
"That's not what I meant, I just..." Li Muyuan stammered, "I just... I've never seen anything like this before..."
"This world is full of wonders, and there are all sorts of things here. Wasn't the reason you were sent here because you kept dreaming about those things when you were a child?"
"I thought it was because I was scared by reading ghost stories..."
Jiang Hui: "..."
Li Muyuan then asked, "Since such a thing exists in the world, aren't you afraid that the ink you gave Xiao Ji might be used on something else?"
“It’s unusable,” Jiang replied. “Xiao Ji’s yang energy is too strong. There’s nothing within a five-mile radius of him. There’s nothing there, so he can’t use it even if he wanted to.”
"How can Song Jinyu stay by his side?"
"I don't know." Jiang glanced back at the apartment behind him. "Maybe he's different."
A different Song Jinyu opened her little mouth and started chattering away.
"I was so bored! You have no idea how I got through these past few days without being able to speak. That pen was so heavy, it was a struggle just to carry it, let alone type. I was even thinking, if I can't speak, will I have to keep typing with the tablet pen? It would be easier if I carried the pen on my right shoulder, but if I do it for a long time, will I develop uneven shoulders...?"
Xiao Ji listened to him quietly, then lifted him up and walked him outside.
The man walked a little fast, and Song Jinyu felt himself being blown off balance by the wind. He reached out and grabbed Xiao Ji's hair, saying sarcastically, "Young Master is just different. He owns several houses and can go wherever he wants."
Xiao Ji said, "I'm not sure what Jiang Hui is thinking. We can't reveal where we're staying for the time being."
Song Jinyu said fiercely, "What, you think I'll thank you for saying that? If your broken bracelet hadn't broken for no reason, would I be in this situation now?"
“Yes…” Xiao Ji sighed, “If it weren’t for my broken bracelet that could break for no reason, some of the souls would have drifted off to who knows where, do you think they would have been eaten by other souls?”
Song Jinyu: "..."
Xiao Ji then asked, "Will it hurt if another soul eats you? Will it be crunchy if you take a bite?"
Song Jinyu said, "Xiao Ji, believe it or not, I'll bite you?"
"Then you bite it."
Song Jinyu, who can speak but can't open her mouth: "..."
He insisted on ordering a doll that could open its mouth, preferably big enough to swallow Xiao Ji's head.
Song Jinyu fell silent.
He climbed down from Xiao Ji's shoulder and sat on the partition between the front seats of the car, arms crossed, motionless.
Xiao Ji fastened his seatbelt, reached out and poked the doll, but it didn't move.
"Song Xingxing, you're so stingy."
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Song Xingxing is indeed very stingy.
Song Xingxing didn't actually like Xiao Ji at first.
Xiao Ji moved to his maternal grandmother's house when he was six years old. At that time, he was in very poor health, as thin as a bamboo pole, with a face as pale as paper, and coughing twice with every step he took.
His maternal grandfather was a professor, and his maternal grandmother was a retired opera singer.
The couple lived in a house allocated by the school, surrounded by residential buildings where teachers and public officials lived.
My grandmother has a great sense of style; she keeps the house warm and beautiful, and the balcony is full of all kinds of flowers.
Xiao Ji is weak for most of the day and can only move around in a wheelchair.
He didn't say a word for three whole days at his grandmother's house; he remained silent and empty.
That was the first time he pushed his wheelchair to the balcony filled with flowers. The daisies were in full bloom, the lilies of the valley looked like shy little bells, and the hydrangeas bent the branches low.
The vibrant colors attracted many visitors: bees, butterflies, and a chubby child perched on the bay window next door.
Song Jinyu was round and chubby, with big, dark eyes that stared at him intently before letting out a heavy snort.
Xiao Ji looked at the two dimples that had appeared on his cheeks and thought.
It turns out that some people really do act cute when they're angry.
Four-year-old Song Jinyu has been sent to kindergarten, where he has made many new friends and has temporarily forgotten about the kind grandmother next door.
He was about to ask his grandma for something delicious, but his mom stopped him.
Zhou Qingwen said that something had happened at her grandmother's house, so she should not disturb her grandmother for the next few days.
Song Jinyu was looking at the flowers on the balcony when she saw a strange child.
The child was very fair-skinned and looked a bit taller than him. His hand was resting on the armrest of the wheelchair, and the back of his hand was bluish-purple.
Song Jinyu thought sadly, no wonder his grandmother wouldn't see him, it was because she had another child.
The boy on the bay window ran away, and Xiao Ji withdrew his gaze.
His grandmother, holding a bowl of fruit, lovingly patted his head.
“This is your parents’ fault. They’re terrible. Your grandparents have already scolded them. From now on, you’ll live with your grandma, and no one will bully you anymore.”
Xiao Ji lowered his eyes and pressed the bruise on the back of his hand.
Grandma said, "The weather has been nice these past few days. There's a park not far away with big, beautiful koi fish. You can also fly kites there. Tomorrow I'll take you to the park for a stroll. Once you're feeling better, we can go fly kites and even invite Xingxing to join us."
"You haven't seen Xingxing yet, have you? He's the child of Teacher Song next door, two years younger than you. He's very lively and adorable, and you two will become good friends."
Xiao Ji thought, probably not.
Sure enough, not long after, Song Jinyu's crying came from next door. He cried very loudly, making a sound that Xiao Ji had never made before, as if he wanted to lift the ceiling off.
He cried and said:
"That's my grandmother, why should I give her to him! I don't even know him, why should I give him my grandmother! She's mine alone!!"
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