When she arrived at the door of the house, Wang Xiaoyue held the spirit body in her right hand and carefully hid behind her.

After opening the door, I quietly looked into the house.

The lights were bright, and the TV in the living room was playing commercials, but no one was watching, so I couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, according to the current time, her mother should be cooking dinner in the kitchen.

She hurriedly seized the opportunity and walked in the direction of her room, for fear that her mother would suddenly appear and find her, if she saw her bring the spirit home, she would definitely be scolded, after all, she was not sensible before, and she had brought back some ghosts home.

Although spirits are different from ghosts, in the eyes of many people who don't understand, they are actually the same.

This can't be helped, after all, it hasn't been long since what happened in Asan City, and it will take a long time for the world, which was originally full of science, to suddenly accept this kind of godly chatter and mystical thing.

However, just as she was about to walk into her room, Mother Wang in the kitchen heard a little movement as if she had ears to the wind, and shouted, "Is Xiaoyue back?" ”

"Huh? Oh, yes! Wang Xiaoyue hurriedly responded.

"You girl, go home when you go home, why are you still sneaking around, and you don't make a sound at all...... Did you do something bad again? "It should be the knowing daughter Mo Ruomu, and Wang's mother was suspicious at the first time.

"Haha! How can it be! What can I do to lose my mind? Wang Xiaoyue laughed dryly, stuck out her tongue, and hurriedly entered her room, without even turning on the light, she closed the door directly.

As soon as the door was closed, Wang's mother came out of the kitchen, holding a bowl in one hand and chopsticks in the other, seemingly stirring something.

"This girl ......" Mother Wang shook her head and couldn't help but sigh.

With that, she went back to the kitchen and continued to cook.

After closing the door, Wang Xiaoyue couldn't help but cover her chest and breathed a long sigh of relief, fortunately she was not discovered, otherwise it would be over.

With a crisp sound, the light illuminated the room.

By the light, Song Jianqiu began to look at the room.

Very ordinary room, with a wardrobe against the wall, a desk in front of the window, an oil painting hanging on the wall, and a few dolls thrown on the bed.

Everything looks very ordinary, and if it weren't for the girl's room, probably no one would think so.

In fact, this looks even less like a girl than her room in the Song family.

She just glanced at it a few times, then looked around the room, and then saw Wang Xiaoyue lock the door, humming happily, holding the spirit in her hand, and coming to the desk in front of the window.

Like many junior high school students, her desk is also full of various books and materials, as well as stacks of test papers, which enclose the tabletop, leaving only a small open space in the middle.

However, although there are a lot of things, they are all neatly packed and look very clean and tidy.

She carefully placed the divine consciousness that was regarded as a spirit on the table, and then looked at it curiously, feeling that she couldn't see enough.

The vision of the divine consciousness cannot be said to be the field of vision, nor can it be said to be the view, but to be precise, it is the perception, and this perception is clearer, more detailed, and more acute than what can be seen with the direct eye, and moreover, if the eye sees, it can only see the sector area in front of it, but the perception field of the divine consciousness is all-round unless there is something blocking the field of vision.

To put it simply, Song Jianqiu was able to see all directions through his divine sense without turning his head.

The only flaw is that the consciousness requires concentration and is easily destroyed by external forces.

Although destroying the Divine Consciousness will not hurt, if it is in a dangerous area, it is basically equivalent to exposing someone to prying eyes.

Of course, Wang Xiaoyue obviously can't reach this realm, although she can see the existence of the divine consciousness, but she still thinks that it is a spirit body, otherwise, she will not bring the divine consciousness home.

Song Jianqiu faintly felt that perhaps because of the difference between the yin and yang worlds, there was also some kind of strange change in the divine consciousness in the yang world.

I just don't know, in Wang Xiaoyue's eyes, what does divine consciousness look like?

Just as she was thinking like this, she suddenly saw Wang Xiaoyue open the drawer, take out a notebook from it, and after flipping to the blank page at random, she took out a pencil from the pen holder.

Hey? Is this going to be painted?

Song Jianqiu thought that there were oil paintings hanging in the room, perhaps Wang Xiaoyue's work.

Holding a pencil in her hand, Wang Xiaoyue sketched the lines on the notebook very casually.

She observed Song Jianqiu's divine sense from time to time, and also let the latter understand that this was painting her a portrait.

In this regard, Song Jianqiu is full of expectations.

It's just an essay drawing, but it can also be seen that Wang Xiaoyue's painting skills are very solid, and with a few simple strokes, she depicts the appearance of her divine consciousness observed.

As more details were added to the painting, Song Jianqiu's divine appearance was displayed in front of her, and after reading it again, she couldn't help but sigh softly.

On paper, or rather, in Wang Xiaoyue's observation, the appearance of the divine consciousness is a ball of light, and in the group of light, there is a very small person.

Judging from the size of this villain, it is obviously a woman, but the villain is composed entirely of white light, without face or clothing, and can see long hair flowing away.

This is the image of her divine consciousness?

This appearance really surprised Song Jianqiu, because the divine consciousness should be a completely shadowless and intangible kind of spiritual power, if the two of them use the divine consciousness to touch, then they can feel the existence of the divine consciousness that does not belong to themselves, and they can even obtain some information about each other through the divine consciousness, but no matter how it is, they can't see what the divine consciousness looks like.

But now, Wang Xiaoyue can not only see the divine sense, but even in her eyes, the divine consciousness is still a small person, which seems a little magical.

Song Jianqiu pondered, maybe it was some aspects that caused the divine consciousness to become this kind of visualization?

Maybe it's because of the relationship between time and space, or maybe it's because of the difference between the yin and yang worlds, which causes the divine consciousness of the underworld to come to the yang world, and the phenomenon of visualization appears?

Just as Song Jianqiu was pondering, he suddenly heard Wang Xiaoyue say, "Shall I give you a name?" I see that you are so cute, or you look like a villain, how about you call it an elf? ”

“！！！”

A series of exclamation marks appeared in Song Jianqiu's mind one after another, because he was a villain, was he called an elf? It's too casual!

"Seems a little too casual......"

Do you know how casual you are?

"It's better to call it moonshine. You look like you're made of white moonlight, and that's a fitting name! ”

Good soil......

Although it makes a lot of sense, it still feels dirty.

Song Jianqiu felt that he had encountered a strong opponent in choosing a name.

She couldn't deny it, so Wang Xiaoyue was so happy to unilaterally decide.

At this moment, I suddenly heard the sound of scratching the door outside, accompanied by the sound of a cat meowing.

Wang Xiaoyue heard the movement outside, and hurriedly ran to open the door, and then saw a pure black cat, walking in from the outside with elegant cat steps.

"Black hat, did you miss me? Where did you go wild again? Before the black cat could fully enter the door, it was picked up by Wang Xiaoyue, pinched under the two front paws, and lifted the black cat high.

The black cat could only meow weakly, without the power to resist.

After playing for a while, she put down the black cat named Black Hat, and saw Black Hat jump straight up on the chair, then on the table, and then stare straight at the divine sense.

"Black Hat, you're also interested in moonshine?" Wang Xiaoyue returned to the chair in front of the table and sat down, touching the hair of the black hat as she spoke.

Song Jianqiu saw Wang Xiaoyue's action, and then she understood that the previous act of stroking the divine sense, the emotion was a habit learned from the cat.

The black hat turned around and called at Wang Xiaoyue, then cautiously leaned over and sniffed with his nose.

To be honest, this feeling is not very good, because the divine sense is placed on the table, and the line of sight is relatively low, the cat leaned over to sniff, giving Song Jianqiu a condescending feeling, and when the cat sniffed, there was also a fishy smell, which made her a little unbearable.

But fortunately, seeing the black hat behaving like this, Wang Xiaoyue was afraid that it would move its hands and feet, after all, cats are very curious about unfamiliar objects, and they inevitably want to shoot with their paws, so they hurriedly pulled it away.

After being pulled away, the black hat shouted at Wang Xiaoyue, still wanting to lean over and sniff, but when the latter saw this, he simply picked up the moonlight and didn't let the black hat get closer.

"Meow!" The black hat was obviously very curious about the moonlight, and after Wang Xiaoyue took it away, his attention turned with it.

"Black hat, don't catch the moonlight!" Wang Xiaoyue held the moonlight in her hand and scolded.

The black hat screamed, sat down on the desk, and stretched out his paw to lick it.

Seeing this situation, Wang Xiaoyue relaxed a little and said, "You have to get along well!" With that, he tried to put the moonlight back on the table, and the black hat glanced at it, jumped off the table, and walked out.

Looking at this, it seems that he has lost interest in moonlight.

Wang Xiaoyue breathed a sigh of relief, and was about to say something, when she suddenly heard the shouts of Wang's mother outside, telling her to go to dinner.

She had just spent some time drawing, and now it was time for dinner.

After eating, I had to study at night at night, so I hurriedly answered, and then went out of the room to eat.

She left in a hurry, and she didn't close the door.

Just as she was leaving, the black hat suddenly returned.

Seeing this, Song Jianqiu couldn't help but be speechless, thinking to himself, this cat is quite cunning.

The black hat jumped on the desk, lowered her head and sniffed for a long time, the stench made her endure it for a while, and finally she couldn't stand it anymore, but she still withdrew her senses, so in the eyes of the black hat, the little man with a white light suddenly disappeared.

"Meow?"

The Black Hat looked puzzled, meowing incessantly, and clawed at the place where the moonlight had disappeared, but all he caught was air, nothing.

But it didn't seem to give up yet, and began to roll on the desk, not knowing exactly what it meant.