Chen Xiaoqiu had probably guessed why I'd been so quiet on the way over. She didn't look at me, only said calmly, "You heard that sound, didn't you?"
My expression immediately darkened. I stared hard at Chen Xiaoqiu.
Chen Xiaoqiu raised a hand and gently pressed it against her chest.
Tap, tap, tap...
I heard the sound of that wooden wind chime again and couldn't help exclaiming in shock, "That thing is..."
"Mm. It was originally hanging at home. I don't know why..." Chen Xiaoqiu said. "It was probably hanging there for two or three days when it disappeared. I didn't know where it had gone. Then, when I ran into this incident, I felt the wind chime move and heard it ring."
I asked nervously, "Can you control it?"
Chen Xiaoqiu thought for a while. "Back in Huixiang, it rang on its own. But I feel like I should be able to control it."
I couldn't help saying, "That won't do. That wind chime is used to summon souls. If you carry it around..."
Back in Huixiang, it had rung twice: once in the room at the archives, and once at Crying Grave Ridge. Both times, it had helped me. Judging from Greenleaf's records, the wind chime wasn't entirely evil, and it didn't mean people any harm. It was simply doing what it was meant to do.
But its purpose was to summon and guide souls. Summoning a harmless ghost might be fine, but what if it summoned a ghost like the Guide? Wouldn't Chen Xiaoqiu be in terrible danger?
I couldn't see any yin energy around Chen Xiaoqiu now, let alone a ghost, but I still had to be cautious.
I strongly objected. The thought of it even made me uneasy.
After all, Ye Qing had given it