Chapter 1520: Chapter 1520: Luck
The living soul is not as dark as the ghost soul but is a chaotic grayish-blue color, with hints of white and red… disordered and messy, like glowing phosphorus powder in a pitch-black cave, misty and occasionally flashing with a moment of hallucinatory color.
To be honest, the scene is somewhat horrifying, watching the soul being extracted, like peeling the skin off a pangolin, or a turtle shedding its shell, exposing the most vulnerable part without any defense, even a slightly heavier breath from others seems like it could blow it away.
Purple Summers didn’t speak to disturb Cherry, she watched for a while, withdrew her gaze, and focused on observing the state of the twins.
Separating the confused souls is not an easy task.
Like two eggs placed side by side, with one egg’s contents leaking into the other.
The egg whites mixed together, the yolks mixed together, wanting to completely separate them requires not only a very long time but also extreme caution.
Even in a conjoined twins separation surgery, it involves organ division and the re-sewing of nerves and vessels.
Several times, Purple Summers almost fell asleep, then woke up with a shock; she saw Cherry still focused on combing the chaotic souls and felt ashamed, pinching herself several times.
Around 2 AM, the other baby moved a little, somewhat waking from sleep.
Purple Summers fed some milk using a bottle, and after drinking, the baby fell asleep again.
This child is pitiful, with the three souls and seven spirits barely left, and now only has the instinct to eat and keep warm.
After enduring the sleepiest period, Purple Summers gradually became more alert, caring for the baby while also paying attention to Cherry’s situation.
At this moment, Cherry was solemn and serious, calmly combing through the souls, her blood-red pupils unsettlingly beautiful, her black hair hanging loose, truly possessing the strategizing aura of an evil god.
Once the combing finished, the separated souls are slowly pushed into the bodies of the two babies.
Cherry exhaled softly, her entire being seeming significantly more relaxed.
Purple Summers noticed her face was pale, touched her hand, as cold as ice, and asked, “Do you want hot water?”
Cherry shook her head, “I’m not thirsty.”
Purple Summers said, “I meant to warm your hands.”
Cherry didn’t appreciate the gesture, “Ah… I just want to lay my hands on Gavin Graves’ chest to warm them…”
Purple Summers’ mouth twitched: “Well, suit yourself.”
The two sat in the room for a while, the baby sleeping deeply and silently.
Purple Summers asked softly, “Is this considered a success?”
Cherry glanced at the starry sky outside the window, “Wait for the sun to come out… if there’s no occurrence of shock during this time, then it should be considered successful.”
She turned back, looking at the twins in the baby carriage, showing a subtle smile, “He’s quite lucky; a body lacking souls is the best dwelling place for ghosts and spirits, usually, they’d already occupy it, but his body is very clean.”
Purple Summers was silent for a moment, rare for her to praise her, “Meeting you is their greatest luck.”
Cherry accepted the compliment without modesty, “Indeed.”
Looking at the young babies in front of her, she subconsciously thought of herself, murmuring softly, “If I could also be born into this world, I wonder what I would be like now…”
“Do you often remember the past?” Purple Summers gently asked.
“Rarely, there’s not much worth remembering.” She shook her head, “It was too bitter in the past, disobeying meant getting beaten, the old man used willow sticks on us, dipped them in talismanic water mixed with bone ash, hit us a few more times, and really could scatter our souls.”
“You all?” Purple Summers couldn’t help asking, “Did that person keep many ghosts?”
Cherry gave Purple Summers a disdainful look, as if she were being ignorant.
“Since it’s training ghosts, of course, they need feeding, how else would they grow? He’d lock many little ghosts in a clay pot; if you didn’t want to become feed, you’d have to work hard to eat other ghosts.”
She sighed faintly, her voice low: “Later… there was only me left in the pot, now thinking back, if we weren’t little ghosts, maybe we could have become friends…”