"Can we open the box?" As soon as I finished speaking, under the control of my will, the surrounding air instantly condensed into the image of opening the box. The child understood at a glance, but still hesitated, tears glimmering in her eyes.
"Forget it. If we can't open it, then we won't." I said with a smile. The child was very clever—clever enough to understand what my tone meant. But contrary to my expectations, she still reached out and pointed at me, then pointed at the box.
I was stunned for a moment before hurriedly asking, "Is there someone else like me?"
She thought about it, but couldn't understand what I meant. Her face was full of confusion, so I quickly condensed a human-shaped phantom again, though it had no features.
When she saw the human shape, the child showed no surprise. Instead, she ran over and looked it up and down. She had no concept of ghosts in her heart, so of course she wasn't afraid of a faceless phantom.
Seeing her trying to touch the phantom, I didn't intend to disturb her. Only after she realized she couldn't hold the other party's hand and gave up did I say, "Daddy is going to check the surroundings and see whether it's because some innate vital energy still remains here. You wait here for Daddy, all right?"
The child looked utterly bewildered, but when she saw me stand up to leave, she hurriedly grabbed me. Then she pointed at the phantom, followed by the box.
I didn't understand what she meant, so I imitated her and put on an equally puzzled expression.
This time, the child realized what my problem was. She quickly opened the box, then looked at me with tears welling in her eyes.
When I saw