Chapter 2023: Boxes Inside Boxes
The little boy met her slightly wounded eyes, and his heart inexplicably ached.
He blankly reached out to cover his chest.
He was already a Ghost, clearly without a heartbeat, but for some reason, at this moment, he felt his heart beating.
It seemed to beat for the person in front of him.
This inexplicable feeling made him uneasy, made him go mad: "Roar!!!"
He closed his eyes and roared madly, although his eyes were clearly closed, some scattered images quickly flashed before him.
It was a fiery red cute fox, hugging his leg, or turning into a leg accessory coquettishly, or biting randomly in anger.
It was an absolutely beautiful girl, she would smile sweetly, smile gently, smile angrily, smile with ill intent... Her every smile seemed to linger in his mind, so vivid and beautiful.
He opened his eyes, a flash of light crossed his dark pupils.
The whites of his eyes returned to normal, no longer pitch black.
Feng Qi met his eyes, vaguely sensing something was amiss, tentatively calling, "Shan."
The little boy suddenly stared at her, without blinking.
This gaze seemed to span ten thousand mountains.
He tried to open his mouth to say something, but the sound he made was a low "roar."
Feng Qi reached out her hand, trying to touch him.
The little boy shrank back.
Even underground, they could still hear the sound of thunder and lightning above, the sound of rain hitting the ground was particularly clear.
Feng Qi sighed softly, staring at the little boy with a resentful gaze.
The little boy seemed unable to bear such a gaze, his eyes looking elsewhere.
Feng Qi squinted, more certain that he recognized her!
Before, whenever she used a resentful look on Shan, Shan would also do this, looking elsewhere indifferently, as if avoiding eye contact meant avoiding the person as well.
"You don’t need to avoid it, I know it’s you, you must have remembered. I want to ask why you’re here, outside thunder and lightning, is it because you’ve remembered the past?"
The little boy pressed his lips together and pointed upwards.
"You can’t say it even now?"
The little boy nodded.
"Then what can you say?"
The little boy pointed to his throat and shook his head.
"Alright, can you leave here?"
The little boy shook his head, pointed upwards, and made a throat-slitting gesture.
"If you go up, you’ll disappear?"
The little boy nodded.
Feng Qi pointed to the mural of the sun and moon shining together, "Can you take things out from the mural? Little Taotie came here for these treasures."
The little boy waved his small hand.
From the mural flew out tiny dots, like scattered sesame seeds on the ground, which took root and flourished, soon turning into a pile of stacked boxes.
All were big iron boxes.
Little Taotie cheered and rushed over to open the boxes.
The joy of opening a Treasure Box lies in the fun of opening a Blind Box.
Little Taotie opened a big iron box, inside there was another box, this time a wooden one.
Little Taotie complained, "Is it another box inside the box?"
Little Taotie’s crow mouth proved to be right.
Little Taotie’s eyes widened; inside the wooden box was indeed another iron box!
Little Taotie was stubborn, snorting, "I just don’t believe there’s more inside!"
Just like nesting dolls, inside the iron box was another wooden box, inside the wooden box was another iron box...
Little Taotie’s face grew more and more troubled, with a pout and a furrowed brow, looking like he was about to cry, yet his gaze was extremely stubborn, as if butting heads with these boxes.