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Chapter 10 The Wandering Soul

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    Xiaobei likes to look at the sun and read some sad books. He feels that his life is always walking in the dark, a wandering soul with a strange body, and only those sad books can resonate with him.

    One night, he muttered to the night sky outside the window: "Ye, I look at you, so familiar, my soul is the night sky, and those stars will only embarrass me."

    A gust of wind blew outside the window, a star in the sky dimmed and brightened, and a pop flashed across the sky, Xiaobei touched the glass of the window, and was stunned.

    "Did you drop a star because you heard my voice, tell me."

    A black figure flashed outside the window, Xiao Bei blinked, the black figure touched the glass on the window, the hand happened to be printed on Xiao Bei's hand, only there was a layer of glass in between.

    Xiaobei smiled, with curiosity in his eyes: "Who are you?"

    The voice of the figure came faintly through the window: "I am you, the real you."

    Xiao Bei was puzzled and looked at the black figure outside the window: "The real me? Am I not the real me?"

    The figure leaned against the window, opened its hollow lips and said, "Your soul is me, you are just a shell."

    Xiaobei's eyes widened, his hands stuck to the window retracted, his body backed up, his voice trembling: "No, I'm real, I'm still in my body, how could the soul be you!"

    The figure approached the window again, as if trapped in the glass window. His empty eyes pierced Xiaobei's eyes, and he opened and closed his mouth, speaking quietly.

    "You are me, I am you, leave this body, leave here with me."

    Xiaobei stepped back, covered his head, shook his head and shouted: "No, you are not me, I am myself, who are you?"

    A figure walked out of the window glass, and under the light, Xiaobei saw that it was a black shadow standing like that, without a body, just a shadow.

    "Don't you always feel that if you don't belong to this body, why don't you give up on him and leave him?"

    Xiaobei's face was pale, and his eyes were moist: "I, I think so, but I also know that I am in this body, and it is impossible for me to leave this body."

    The figure approached Xiaobei, his outline was seen by Xiaobei, and tears flowed from his moist eyes.

    The figure smiled with satisfaction and said, "Did you see it? I am the same as you, which means that you are me and I am you."

    Xiaobei was breathing rapidly, and the sound of breathing was clear and powerful in the dark night. His whole body was trembling, and his vocal cords were even more violent: "No, it's impossible. Why, why are you like me? Who are you?"

    The figure shook his head, his empty eyes seemed to be able to penetrate Xiaobei's mind: "Who am I, I am the wandering soul that you think about and think about every day, without your thoughts, there would be no me, we are one  of."

    Xiaobei stood there blankly, with tears in his wet eyes, and whispered softly: "You are a wandering soul, my miss? This is impossible, you are my miss, why am I still in this body? And why?  Will there be two of me?"

    "Hehehehe" The figure laughed, and the faint laughter echoed in the room, "We are incomplete, as long as you get out of this body, we will be a complete wandering soul."

    Xiaobei backed up and yelled, desperately shaking his head in denial: "No, you are a liar, you are fake, I will not believe you, you liar, get out, get out!"

    The figure stepped forward and stuck in front of Xiaobei's eyes. The familiar facial features pierced his heart. He almost heard the beating sound of his heart, which was the sound of rejection.

    "Think about it, I'll come back tomorrow night." The figure disappeared, and the voice echoed in the ear, entangled in the room again and again.

    Xiaobei's legs trembled, and he fell to the ground, tears streaming down his face again. He didn't sleep that night, but just sat there with his tear-filled eyes open.

    The next day, Xiaobei stood in front of the window, looking at the scenery outside the window, lost in confusion.

    I don't know how long it took, he gave a wry smile, slowly closed the curtains, walked out of the room, and locked the room firmly. Since then, the lock of this room has never been opened.  (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com
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