A Gamble
After everyone else had left the room, the old shaman beckoned Zhang Heng over.
He walked up to her. Kunayou's gaze at Zhang Heng was especially complicated. After a moment, she held out a hand, signaling for him to place his palm over hers.
Their palms met. Kunayou's hand was only half the size of Zhang Heng's, thin and withered, like a piece of wood in his grip. Yet unexpectedly, it was very warm.
Zhang Heng held the old shaman's hand, and the next moment, his vision changed. He was still in Kunayou's house, but a massive figure had appeared to his left, near the satellite television.
It was a completely white polar bear, sitting on the floor with its head nearly touching the ceiling.
Zhang Heng knew this was probably Gomok, Kunayou's Guardian Spirit. However, Gomok looked somewhat listless. There was a wound as wide as a bowl on its abdomen, not only seeping blood but already rotting around the edges.
The polar bear looked to be in great pain, its body trembling violently. When it noticed Zhang Heng looking at it, fear appeared on its face, and it shrank closer to Kunayou.
"Sorry, it was frightened earlier and hasn't recovered yet." Kunayou's voice sounded beside Zhang Heng's ear. This time, he could understand the old shaman without the translator's help.
As if she knew what he was thinking, the old shaman explained, "We are in a spirit communion state right now, communicating directly through our minds, like how I usually communicate with Gomok. We have crossed the barrier of language."
"I've seen a game item before that could do something similar."
"A game item?" Kunayou looked puzzled.
"Never mind."
Zhang Heng tested the waters and found that the old shaman apparently knew nothing about this game