I looked at my mother blankly, and I felt like I had been pricked by something, I had never felt this kind of feeling, and my mother had never shed tears in front of me since I could remember, what happened today.

"Mom, can you tell me what's going on?" I walked over to her and asked her softly, tentatively.

Mom's nose sobbed slightly, wiped her tears gently, smiled at me and said, "Knock knock, this is all in the past, Mom doesn't want to mention it anymore." ”

After speaking, my mother walked to the coffee table, picked up the remote control and turned off the TV, went back to her bedroom, and closed the door casually after entering the bedroom.

I was the only one left in the living room, I looked out the window at night, the pedestrians on the road were in a hurry, the shops on the street were hung with red lanterns and signs celebrating the New Year, although the lights on the road were brilliant and colorful, but my heart gradually became gray, what happened.

"What did Sun Shiqi and her own mother meet?" I thought to myself.

Look at the time, it's almost nine o'clock, Dad hasn't come back yet, he usually goes home at this time! I really want him to come back and ask him soon, to see if he knows about it?

There are too many things happening today, my head is a little dizzy, and I don't have a clue, from the man in black I met in the morning, to the things that Yang Zixuan said about Sun Shiqi during dinner, to the situation that happened to Sun Shiqi in the afternoon, to the note, to the shadow spirit in the ancient book, and what my mother said.

"Is there a connection between these things, or is it that I am thinking too much. I thought as I picked up the apples on the house coffee table and went back to my bedroom.

I turned on my computer and wanted to continue researching the Shadow Spirit to see if I could uncover some of the secrets.

I continued to look at it, and the book roughly translated,

Shadow spirits can be regarded as the soul of shadows, and people or things have shadows, whether there is light or no light, shadows exist, but in the absence of light, shadows cannot be seen.

People are alive, and shadows are actually alive, but people live in the human world, and shadows live in the shadow realm. The relationship between the living and the shadow can be seen as the yang side and the yin side, and the shadow spirit can correspond to the yin side of the soul on the living person, and after the living person dies, the soul will enter the human shadow realm and reside in the shadow spirit, until a new life is born in the body of the new life from the shadow realm.

The living can awaken the Shadow Spirit, which can open up the bond between the soul and the Shadow Spirit, so that the living can enter the Shadow Realm. If a person awakens the Shadow Spirit while he is alive, he can take the Shadow Spirit to cultivate together, and when the person dies, the Shadow Spirit can rely on the shadow power of the Shadow Domain to inject the soul into the human world again, which can be regarded as bringing the dead back to life.

And things also have shadow spirits, and their shadow spirits need external force to wake up, if they are injected into the shadow spirit, it is a shadow weapon.

That's probably what this book means.

"This is the Book of Death, which tells people how to bring the dead back to life, this is too bizarre, there is another world in the shadow, and that is a parallel world. How to wake up the Shadow Spirit, it is not written in this book!" I thought to myself.

The ancient Egyptians also made mummifications and thought that people could come back from the dead, so what is a ghost, is it a person in the shadow who ran into the world? Maybe I read too many books on Buddhism, Taoism in China, and Catholicism in the West, and I think this is also something left by the ancients that paralyzes the thinking of the world, but it is too old and has not been handed down, but it can be regarded as a novel thought.

The last page of the book displayed in the computer has not been translated, it turns out that it is not a word is a pattern, I looked carefully, this pattern is the pattern on the box, maybe this is the key.

I put this pattern in the WeChat circle of friends to see if anyone can know about it.

The first to reply was Liu Lei, "Xian Dong Dong, do you want archaeology?, send this at night, you are responsible for not sleeping well!" I looked at the reply and really wanted to block Liu Lei.

But I'm disappointed in the reply later.,No one knows.,What this pattern is.,I sent the pattern to the computer post bar again.,See if you know.。

"I'll see it tomorrow," I saw that it was past ten o'clock.

At this time, I heard a knock on the door outside, and then there was a knock on my parents' bedroom door, presumably my father had returned. It seems that I can't ask my dad these things today.

I took out the small wooden box from under the bed, took out the metal box, looked at it carefully, what is the mystery of this box, I picked up a few other books and flipped through them, and found that the last page was all this pattern, it seems that this pattern is a sign, but what does this pattern mean?

I put the metal box on the bedside table and got up to go to the bathroom to wash up.

While brushing my teeth, I thought, according to the book "Shadow Spirit", there is a parallel world outside our world called the Shadow Domain, as if there is a book "Shadow Domain", and the Shadow Domain feels like the underworld or the fairy world.

I looked at myself in the bathroom mirror, brushed my teeth, washed my face, and went back to the bedroom.

I changed into pajamas and lay on the bed, picked up my mobile phone, and swiped Baidu Tieba, but still no one replied. It seems that no one knows about this pattern.

I picked up the metal box on the bedside table and carefully looked at the front and back, left and right, it was a complete box, there was no gap, but when I tapped it with my fingers, I felt that it was empty.

"Can this thing be opened?" I thought.

I turned off the light and lay on the bed thinking about what had happened today, what was the secret of my grandfather's ancient books and this box, and what was the shadow spirit, and could I summon it?

Gradually, I felt my eyelids fighting, and I unconsciously entered the dreamland.

I tried to open my eyes, but my eyes were like being glued to the glue, and my body didn't obey, and I suddenly felt like I was being tied up, just like the feeling of being in a shopping mall elevator, but this time it didn't disappear immediately, but it felt like it was getting tighter and tighter, and my bones were going to be crushed. But I still can't wake up from my sleep, I feel like I'm awake now.

All the sensations disappeared in an instant, and I could hear the sound of "tick, tick, tick, drop of water falling into the water." I slowly opened my eyes, where was this, I was not on my bed, but lying on a big rock, this stone was on the edge of a pond, one side of the stone stretched out to the shore of the pond and hung on the water, the stone was more than two meters long, the surface was flat, like a stone bed, the sound of the ticking water was the sound of water droplets on the stone dripping into the pond.

"Where is this?" I thought, as I sat up from the stone bed and suddenly saw something familiar, a stone pillar and a house, and a grove, "how did I get here again?" ”

There was sunshine in last night's dream, moonlight and stars in tonight's dream, and a hint of breeze blowing in the face, it was so gentle. The silence of the night made the sound of water droplets exceptionally crisp, and I looked at my body, or my pajamas, which had not turned into other strange clothes. Is this a dream? How does it feel so real?

Suddenly I heard a voice "Knock knock, you're finally here!" I was startled, the pores of my whole body opened, cold sweat seeped out of my forehead, I rolled over from the stone bed, and saw that there was no one around, where did this voice come from.

"I'm here. I was scared, but the voice was so familiar, "This is my own voice!"

"I'm behind you. The voice continued, and I slowly turned my head to look back, afraid of something terrible.

But there is nothing behind him, and it is not nothing, there is my shadow!

"Are you talking?" I thought to myself.

"Yes, it's me".

I stared blankly at my shadow, unable to utter a word.