This almost scared Xia Yibing to death.
She noticed that Hitzfeld had deliberately avoided the part protected by the collar.
Before finding out the truth about the curse, this kind of tentative behavior could definitely be described as "seeking death". She almost immediately stood up and pounced on him, throwing Hitzfeld onto the bed.
"..."
"..."
Three eyes facing each other.
The woman held the girl's wrists with both hands, and her black hair fell down.
Just like the willow branches in spring, the spring breeze is the breath that converges among the willow branches.
"I just... uh..."
Hitzfeld wanted to say she had sense.
She didn't lie - she just made a light scratch, and even if she could really make a scratch, the spot could be bandaged and it wouldn't be a big deal.
But the situation seemed to no longer allow her to explain further.
The way the woman looked at her was unfamiliar to her. Those dark eyes were like an abyss, constantly attracting her, so much so that she completely ignored the fact that her face was getting closer and closer.
Their faces turned red.
Just when Hitzfeld thought that some fantasies were finally going to become reality.
The wrist loosened.
"Snapped!"
There was a crisp sound from above.
"summer!"
She quickly stood up and saw only the door open and a few strands of black hair fluttering and disappearing.
Chapter 5: Weakness of the Mind
Hitzfeld didn't know what had happened, and as a result, Xia Yibing never spoke to her again during the journey at sea.
She seldom took a boat ride - she took more planes in her previous life - it should have been a novel and enjoyable journey, but the conflict with Xia Yibing made her completely unable to enjoy the scenery on the sea.
The Dawn pulled into the dock at Wayne on Tuesday evening.
It was getting dark, but it was not yet time to turn on the street lights. Hitzfeld watched a group of people disembarking or moving goods in the gray horizon, thinking that maybe this was why the ancients always said that people's vision was the worst at this time.
"Aren't you going to get off the boat with them?" Ethan quietly appeared beside them.
He pointed at the people walking on the gangway. They were all passengers, queuing up in an orderly manner to go ashore.
"Xia...she's still resting." Hitzfeld shook his head.
Anyway, as long as she could get off the boat within two hours, she planned to wait for her.
"My colleagues always say that I'm slow and sensitive." Ethan stretched himself without paying attention to the people around him, leaning forward and putting the weight of his entire upper body on the railing. "I only agree with the latter evaluation... so I can still see some problems."
Hitzfeld did not reply. She looked out along a winding path at the end of the pier, her eyes sinking into the gray shadows of the city.
"You should be more considerate of her. Maybe this is not her intention."
This sentence made Hitzfeld frown.
Although, there might be a soul of another gender in her body, she thought she was quite restrained in some aspects.
This is not that she is boasting about how innocent and pure she is, but - before Changxia woke up, she was just a high school student under the age of 17.
Do ordinary high school students have any special understanding of gender at this stage?
Given the conservative nature of domestic schools in this regard, if she did not have the opportunity to visit the manor every year and watch some special foreign channels, her understanding of gender differences might still be at the stage of "a kiss will lead to pregnancy."
After all, she has never had many friends, and society has allowed children to grow up wildly in this regard - she has no chance to find ways to acquire relevant knowledge from the environment, such as certain CDs and picture books.
So she felt that the problem was not on her side.
It was Xia...it was Xia Yibing who played a bad joke on her first.
It was she who threw her down and pretended to kiss her.
Then, before she realized what was going on and could figure out whether she should accept or reject it, the woman slapped herself and ran away.
They were originally in the same room, but after the incident, Xia Yibing insisted on moving to an empty room, and during this period of time, few people appeared in front of her.
It's ridiculous... because Hitzfeld feels that he is the most wronged.
She was played that kind of joke.
Being...pulled by the collar and led like a puppy.
Almost got kissed.
Now I am still being treated like this and being subjected to cold violence.
Why is she the one who needs to be considerate of others?
"I can roughly understand what you're thinking." Ethan saw her expression and tapped his chin. "I came to you just to help you solve your doubts."
"Then I'm all ears."
Hitzfeld was really curious and couldn't wait to know how Ethan would whitewash this bad behavior of "shifting the blame".
"During this period of time, you have been following the people in the library. Have they taught you some basic common sense of extraordinary people?"
"Which aspect do you mean?"
"In terms of application, for example, if you were a superhuman, what changes would you experience, what difficulties would you face, and how would you solve them when the time comes."
"No." Hitzfeld shook his head firmly, "All they taught me were some theoretical knowledge."
Darent had been forcing her to memorize books during this period, from elementary to some advanced "Soul Arts" deeds and theories. The reason he gave was that they not only involved many mysterious curses but also contained the customs and experiences of many places, which could greatly enrich her mental information database.
I could still hear the wooden man boasting: "These are rare and precious books that cannot be found anywhere else!"
She believes in rare treasures but doesn't care about unique copies.
The Wheel of Fortune would never allow a member of her level to read the only copy, but what Darent said made sense in other aspects, and she did not object to studying hard according to his requirements.
"Soul magic?"
Ethan sneered at this.
"What's wrong?" Hitzfeld frowned.
I always feel that Ethan seems to be dismissive of the so-called spiritual arts.
"Saurianism... well, I'll call it that for now."
Ethan nodded. "Although I personally prefer to call it a magic trick, it is true... some simple poltergeist tricks are very useful in many situations."
"They only teach you theories and examples, probably because they consider that you are not yet a true transcendent."
"Then what is a true extraordinary person?"
"I'll take this opportunity to give you some general knowledge."
Ethan reached out his hand and gestured to Hitzfeld: "We all know now that the dream world looms above our minds."
"Well, you said at the beginning that only those who possess the potential of psychics and can see with clairvoyance are qualified to understand it." Hitzfeld said.
“So I guessed that clairvoyance is the mark of a truly extraordinary person.”
"You guessed right!"
Ethan praised her.
"Normally, we judge whether a person has Poltergeist potential by seeing if he has something special."
"What kind of special features? Making small objects levitate, raising sand, controlling ants, talking to animals... these all count."
"But most of them are uncontrollable - 'Poltergeist' means 'a restless spirit' - there is an unruly force stirring in the body, like a wild horse running away from its reins. This thing is not completely under your control, so it is called a Poltergeist."
"The spirit is just potential." Ethan said seriously, "The ability to restrain the spirit a little bit, at least to be able to stably control it to achieve spiritual vision is the mark of a transcendent. Most of the transcendents in the world are about this level."
"Next...is it 'Xian Ling'?"
Hitzfeld asked tentatively.
She was once dragged into the dream world by the evil golem god, and it was Xia Yibing who brought her back.
That triggered some bad memories. Afterwards, Ethan explained to her that the knife was Xia Yibing's nightmare. She extracted the power from the nightmare to form the knife, and this technique is called "manifesting spirit".
This is something very far away from Hitzfeld.
Without the help of her left eye, her perception was just a little sharper than that of ordinary people.
If he can’t even achieve clairvoyance, then he certainly can’t be called an extraordinary person.
"No... You have to know that this world is very vast and there are all kinds of strange situations, so this standard is not set in stone."
Ethan quickly stopped her from thinking that.
"There are some people who have gained the power to control spirits with the help of external objects, and can even manifest spirits! They are also considered extraordinary people, so it's no problem to say that you are an extraordinary person."
"But that's not what we're talking about here."
His expression became more serious.
"It's this system. You can find that if you want to make progress, you can't avoid dealing with nightmares."
"To manifest a spirit is to extract power from nightmares and manifest it with strong obsession."
"This means that every time you use this power, your mind is reliving that nightmare all over again."
"Sadness, pain, fear, regret... When you use this power to fight, these negative emotions will always surround you and try to devour you."
"You have to understand, Hitzfeld... there are a lot of smart people in this world."
"Many people cannot reach the level of a present spirit in their entire lives. It's not necessarily because they can't do it, but... it's too painful."
"The captain can do it. It's a combination of outstanding talent, willpower and a little bit of luck. All these factors are indispensable."
"In the long battles and the long period of time when she was corroded by negative emotions, she had already established a solid set of logic. With this set of logic, she could avoid the corruption of her heart to the greatest extent possible."
"And you..."
"Hitzfeld, now you're barging in."
"Whether as a friend or as a substitute for a relative, you let her keep you in her heart."
"It's like a math equation... its logic is solid and valid... but you suddenly add a number!"
Waving his hands, Ethan lowered his voice.
"…What do you think it will be like?"
Chapter 6 Egg Sheath
Hitzfeld has always been sensitive to emotions.
...to the point of being sharp and cold.
She can judge those touching stories without any emotion, and rate them according to her own standards to determine whether they are truly touching or "look more like fabricated lies."
While the public was moved, she wondered if this was a scam.
When the public was deceived, she sneered and despised the rumor mongers behind the screen, refusing to empathize with others.
The advantage of doing this is that she will hardly be fooled, but the disadvantage is... she is still thinking at some moments that really require empathy, which makes her seem completely inhuman.
So she didn't object to being criticized for being cold-blooded by her classmates and even some teachers since she was a child.
Although she knew that she was not cold-blooded and could even be considered an emotional person, how could she put it...
Living in society, a large environment, no matter how resentful you are, you must abide by its rules.
So it only took her a moment to fully understand Ethan's meaning, and she could empathize with Xia Yibing to a certain extent.
Xia Yibing's family was eaten by nightmares when she was a child.
Including her parents, and several younger brothers and sisters.
Borrowing power from nightmares forces her to recall the scenes at that time, so every time she swings her sword, the blade tears apart the enemy while also tearing apart her closed heart.
