"Ma'am, you know that's not the point," said Milo, frowning, "you know what I'm trying to say about the previous ones. ”

Agnes couldn't help but laugh, "Then you should put what you really want to say to the back." ”

Mi Luo pursed her lips a little aggrievedly, "But I really didn't want you to raise me when I left Bodivia with you, and you didn't let me do anything." ”

Agnes couldn't help but hook the corners of her mouth, "I see, so our Milo is hoping to help me." ”

She let go of the hand that was gripping Milo's shoulder, then picked up the towel she had just put aside and continued to wipe her hair.

"Then ......," Agnes thought for a moment, "you should learn from Lenn first, I really need someone to help me find out." ”

She winked at Milo, "And Mr. Lunn's expiration date is almost up." ”

"I see," Milo nodded earnestly, "I'll try." ”

It's still very coaxing, Agnes couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when she saw the figure of Milo walking out.

She hung the towel in her hand back to the bathroom and glanced at it.

Hye-jin's figure has disappeared.

Agnes withdrew her gaze and turned and walked out of the bathroom.

......

"Is there anything you can do?" Agnes stopped her pen and whispered helplessly, hesitated for a moment, but finally called out, "...... 'Harmonious Voice'." ”

Ripples spread through the room, and the flame in the kerosene lamp on the table flickered slightly.

A nightingale, no bigger than Angnes' hand, sketched out at Agnes' hand.

"Because you're here." The melodious sound of the "Harmonic Sound" sounded like the chirping of a nightingale.

"Because it's so special here?" Agnes couldn't help but stretch out her finger and touch the feathers on the back of the little nightingale, "I feel it, there is a spiritual power in the cave of the extinct volcano in the center. ”

"Even the cured meat here has the remnants of the spirit world." Agnes said with a low chuckle.

"Would you like to go to the spirit world?" "Harmony Voice" asked.

"You want me to go?" Agnes hooked the corners of her mouth, "Or do you represent some other ......?"

"It's just me!" There was a hint of excitement in the voice of the "Sound of Harmony", "I want to take you to see where I belong." ”

Agnes sighed helplessly and put away the notebook spread out on her desk.

"Don't worry," Agnes held out her finger to make the "Voice of Harmony" stand on it, "I want to give you a human name, how about it?" ”

"So that I don't reveal your identity when I call you in front of other people." Agnes said as she slowly stroked the feathers on the back of the Sound of Harmony with her fingers.

The Voice of Harmony rubbed Agnes' fingers with her furry head.

"Okay." She said without hesitation.

Agnes couldn't help but smile and whispered, "Nightingale, little nightingale." ”

The Voice of Harmony glanced at Agnes with some confusion and nodded.

"I see, Nightingale," said the Voice of Harmony, "that's what you call me alone." ”

Agnes couldn't help but sigh and reached out to brush the feathers on the back of the "Sound of Harmony".

"You can also give me a unique name." Agnes said with a slight smile.

"No," Nightingale whispered, "......no," Nightingale whispered, "...... Lady. ”

Agnes felt as if she was saying something, but she didn't hear it.

"What did you just say?" Agnes asked, frowning.

"I'll just say I'll call you 'ma'am." Nightingale rubbed Angnes' finger and said.

"Well," Angnes sighed, "let's go, do you want me to go to the cave in the middle of the island?" ”

"No," Nightingale said, rubbing Agneth's palm, "right here, I'm strong enough to take you into the spirit realm." ”

Agnes saw that the little nightingale resting on her finger disappeared, and some ripples slowly spread from there.

The room seemed to disappear, and unindescribable forms of illusory transparency appeared around them, all the colors became vivid and distinct but overlapped, and the gray mist faded to the point of nothingness and enveloped everything. Seven distinctly colored clear rays of light swam slowly in the depths, slowly swimming high in the sky, and they seemed to possess life and endless knowledge.

Agnes felt as if she had changed a little, and she felt her hand lift, only to see an indiscernible gray-black mist tumbling and escaping from the black threads.

She looked down at herself, and it looked as if the bubbling gray-black sea was constantly churning, giving people an extremely viscous feeling, even as if it had become black silt. A slight gray-black mist escaped from the bubbles and floated over the ocean. Countless black threads radiated from the ocean towards an unknown place, and gray-black mist churned out from these threads, which seemed to be a little hazy under the bright colors of the spirit world.

Agnes felt as if she had raised an eyebrow, but it looked like there were just a few more bubbles on the gray-black ocean.

"What is imprisoned under the human body?" Agnes suddenly remembered Trevor's words at the time.

It's not good-looking, Agnes thought subconsciously, she still prefers the image of humans.

The gray-black ocean tumbled, and Agnes saw the gray-black ocean that had previously seemed to give an infinite feeling quietly disappear, and she saw her own arm again.

Countless black threads floated out of her clenched hands, looking like tentacles.

The pale skin was faintly bone-white, and the colors of the spirit world seemed to be moving under the skin.

It's completely different from the color just now, Agnes couldn't help but think.

She didn't see the shirt she had worn in the room, only the rough and wide white sleeves of ramie, and the skin under the sleeves was tingling.

Pain in her skin, the word suddenly came to Agnes' mind.

She reached out and touched her forehead, but she didn't touch the strap or hat that should be on top of her head, only some soft hair.

Agnes lowered her hand and looked ahead, feeling many faint calls coming from different places.

"Nightingale." Agnes called softly, "You only brought in my spirits. ”

"Ma'am," the little nightingale appeared in her hand, bouncing up and looking a little agitated, "I'm sorry, I didn't expect that. ”

Agnes couldn't help but shake her head.

"Forget it, it doesn't matter."

"Where is your place?" Agnes asked.