"Try this one; it should be related to the soul."
Wednesday casually tossed the talisman, which felt cool to the touch and was carved with a sheep pattern, to Victor, as if throwing an ordinary pebble.
"Hey!"
Victor fumbled to catch it, protesting verbally.
"Are you using me as a lab rat now, dear?"
Wednesday merely raised an eyebrow slightly, glancing at him sideways, her tone flat and unemotional:
"So, you don't want to be my test subject?"
Victor, who had just pretended to be displeased, instantly grinned from ear to ear, his expression changing faster than flipping a page, and eagerly clenched the sheep talisman in his palm.
"No! It's an honor! To sacrifice myself for science, for my dear Wednesday, is my glory!"
While spouting nonsense, he followed the same method as when he activated the rabbit talisman, focusing his intent on the ancient stone talisman in his palm.
Hum—
The carvings on the sheep talisman glowed with a soft white light, and a cool energy, completely different from the rabbit talisman's, flowed into Victor's body.
The next second, Victor felt the world become incredibly light, as if he had broken free from some invisible shackles.
He looked down and was surprised to find himself floating in mid-air, his vision becoming somewhat strange, as if covered by a faint filter.
"Wow!"
Victor's soul exclaimed in amazement.
"The sheep talisman's power is flight? This feels amazing!"
"Victor? Victor!"
Enid's panicked shout came from below.
Victor looked toward the sound and saw Enid vigorously shaking his own body, which was sitting on the edge of the bed with its eyes closed and motionless.
Wednesday stood nearby, observing calmly.
"What's going on?"
Enid asked anxiously, looking at Wednesday.
"What happened to Victor? Why isn't he responding?"
Wednesday looked up at someone floating in the air, her tone carrying a hint of academic inquiry:
"No need to worry; it's astral projection. His spirit is currently floating above us."
"What! Victor's soul came out?!"
Enid widened her azure eyes, nervously looking around, but with her current spiritual power, she couldn't directly perceive the presence of spirits.
"Where? I can't see it! Make him come back quickly!"
At that moment, Goody Addams' spirit elegantly floated over, circling Victor's translucent soul with interest a few times before commenting:
"Truly a miraculous power. It directly amplifies soul strength to the point of being able to leave the body and wander autonomously. Try to see if you can control yourself and return to your body."
"No problem!"
Victor's soul seemed exceptionally excited. He did a nimble somersault in the air, then imitated a swimming motion, diving headfirst toward his stationary body below.
Like a drop of water merging into the ocean, his soul and body instantly reunited.
Victor suddenly opened his eyes, his body trembling as if electrified, then regained its vitality.
He blinked hard, feeling the reassuring sensation of being bound by gravity again, but his face was beaming with the excitement of discovering a new world:
"Wow! So incredible! That feeling... no restraints at all, free and easy, as if the whole world could be explored at will!"
He moved his limbs, then suddenly had a wild idea. He looked at Goody, his eyes shining brightly:
"By the way, when I was astral projecting just now, my body was empty, right?"
"Goody, could a spirit like you possess it? To let you experience having a physical body again after so long?"
Upon hearing this, Goody immediately made an expression of extreme disgust, as if Victor had suggested something terrifying.
She crossed her arms, scanning Victor's body with a look reserved for something unclean:
"Your body? Oh, please! I have no desire to be trapped in a sticky, smelly, constantly noisy and eating, furry teenage body!"
She seemed to have opened the floodgates of Make complaints, speaking faster:
"Always craving chocolate, itching here and there, scratching inappropriate places! It's a nightmare! Thanks, but no thanks!"
"Wow..."
The excitement on Victor's face instantly vanished, as if doused with a bucket of cold water. He let out a wail, burying his face deeply into Enid's warm, soft embrace beside him, seeking comfort.
"My fragile heart is hurt again... Is my body really that bad?"
Enid gently patted Victor's back to soothe him while looking up curiously at Wednesday:
"What's wrong with him?"
Wednesday expressionlessly picked up her still-warm cup of black coffee, took a sip, and calmly gave her diagnosis:
"Nothing. He just had his fragile little heart pierced by Goody's overly blunt 'honest words.'"
"Oh, poor Victor."
Enid looked at Victor, who was burying his face in her embrace for comfort, her heart melting completely.
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