Stranger, do you have a new perspective on death
"She" suddenly asked softly.
"Maybe, death is not the worst outcome sometimes..."
Xia De answered in his mind, and then he felt the box he was carrying swaying slightly. Only then did he realize that it was already Monday night in the material world, and even according to the physical time, it was already time for Mia to have dinner.
So many things happened along the way that Shade almost forgot about the cat in the box.
So, under the curious gaze of the people around him, Xia De threw the woman tied with iron chains behind him to the ground, then squatted down to put down the box and carefully slid the lid open. In order to prevent the narrow gap between life and death from affecting the living cat, Xia De pressed his hand on Mia's head in the box to prevent it from rushing out.
Looking down at the box again, he found that the cat was curled up inside, with its face raised. Its big amber eyes looked pitifully at Shade outside.
"Oh, my little Mia."
Seeing the red butterflies flying around, he carefully took the cat out of the box and held it tightly in his arms. As expected, whether it was the effect of the red butterflies or the afterglow of Shade at the moment, Mia was not affected by the narrow space.
However, when the cat was completely taken out of the box, its tail was hooked with a copper hook tied with a white line.
"Oh, what is this?"
Shad then realized that this was the "gift" for this week, and that Mia had "taken" it again. The requirement for this gift is that it must be given to two different friends this week. There is no requirement for the value of the gift, but it must be a sincere gift.
"It seems that the god wants the children to learn how to make friends."
He stood up holding the cat, and his depressed mood after hearing the story of the twins was slightly relieved. Just as he was about to explain to Grandma Cassandra why his cat was here, his hand had already touched the slender copper hook:
"Oh? Miracle element?"
The hook was not a relic, nor was it an ordinary item. Instead, it seemed to be made of a special material that contained divine power. Before Shade could make further guesses, the voice beside him had already given the answer:
The material of this metal hook is exactly the same as that of God's gift box.
"So that's what it is. These are the leftover scraps from when the innocent creator made the box."
Now Shade understood:
"But why give me such a strange thing? The material has different effects in different people's hands. In the hands of mortals, it can at most be regarded as an extremely strong, indestructible hook with sacred attributes that can easily conduct spirits. It..."
The reason why God’s gift box is “God’s gift box” is not because of the materials, but because of the maker.
But Xia De suddenly frowned, and looked suspiciously at Grace and Helen who were still hugging each other in the group of red butterflies not far ahead, and then opened his mouth in surprise and looked up at the sky:
"He, He... is he really that boring?"
The surprise and fear in my heart reached the extreme. At this time, the voice of Grandma Cassandra came from beside me:
"Shad, who is this?"
She was asking the woman bound in the chains of her mortal sin.
"Oh, this is one of the four 'nails' that came back from the dead. When Miss Helen Black and I went up the mountain, we met the Truth Society. They tried to make a location-type relic go out of control and captured this woman from it."
Xia De held the cat, and the cat squirmed in his arms:
"I think it would be better to throw her into the big crack over there and let her return to death. Only death can fight death. This is what the ancient one on the top of the mountain told me."
“That’s good.”
Mother-in-law Cassandra nodded. She certainly would not pity this innocent woman. Ashes return to ashes, and the dead should not return again.
Shade was about to manipulate the chain to send the woman to the edge of the gap, but he stopped because Sister Defulin spoke:
"Mr. Hamilton, please let me do this. I can use this to help the Ancient Ones suppress the narrow space."
Shade nodded, and the nun calmly bent down and picked up the woman from the loosened chains. Then, under Shade's escort, she walked around Helen Black and Grace White who were hugging each other in the group of red butterflies and came to the edge of the crack.
The black wind blew Sister Defulin's clothes and long hair. She held her hands in front of her, supporting the woman who had fallen into a coma due to the shock. But the nun did not throw the woman directly into the crack. Instead, she gently asked Shade to stay away from her, and then she whispered in ancient grammar:
"Fire, burn."
First, cracks appeared on the back of his white hands, and in the cracks was the glow of the primordial fire. The cracks and glow then spread to the whole body, forming a red posture on his clothes and skin that was similar to Shade's current "divine afterglow" state.
However, when the flames touched the woman she was holding, they immediately began to burn fiercely. The crackling sound even drowned out the whistling wind, and the light from the burning flames temporarily illuminated the surroundings, even brighter than the red butterfly next to it.
The nun looked serious, but Shade could see that her hands had been burned by the flames. The light of the first fire was pulled back by the fierce wind, and the nun seemed to be on fire herself.
Instead of waiting any longer, she gently threw the woman in her hand forward into the large crack on the top of the mountain in front of her.
The flames died out as the burning body disappeared, and she lowered her arms. Shad saw that the burn marks on the nun's hands were slowly healing.
"I was asked to come here to witness the ceremony in order to pass on some warm flames to the Ancient One on the top of the mountain. In the past, it gave me the Phoenix Fire. Now, I am willing to repay it with the warmth of the First Fire."
Although Sister Devlin was also very powerful, she could not open the road to here as easily as Helen.
"Can this suppress the loss of control in the narrow space for a long time?"
"It's only temporary. Ultimately it still depends on the church's ceremony."
Perhaps she noticed that Shade was looking at her hand, so Sister Defulin unnoticedly put her hand back into the sleeve of her gray-black silk nun's robe.
"Mother Cassandra knew you were the one her teacher was waiting for when you first came to Midhill Castle."
She spoke softly so the witches behind her wouldn't hear:
"If there is one person in the Witch Council who will never harm you, it must be Granny Cassandra."
After she finished speaking, she turned and left the crack, and Shade followed her. Now he knew why the old witch was so kind to him, but he wanted to know more about why the spiritual sect had always been so kind to him.
He was very sure that, at least until now, all his past actions had nothing to do with the spiritual sect.
When the group left the narrow space and returned to the top of Mount Xikar in the real world, the moon was already hanging in the night sky.
Xia De had a lot to say to Grace and Helen, who were snuggling together, and he also had a lot to ask them. But it was already late, and the whispering element in the two of them was terribly strong, so it was not the right time to talk.
Sister Defulin and the witch master and apprentice went down the mountain with the twins, while Shade returned to the abandoned tower on the mountainside. Although he himself did not engage in too many fierce battles, he had experienced so much today, and it was time to go home and rest.
"You may go and see Dorothy."
He held Mia in his arms and looked at the moon on the top of the mountain in front of the abandoned tower:
"She might like this story... No, she hates sadness."