Chapter 737

"Yale's too," Sage said. Wayne wrinkled his brow slightly. "This hairpin is broken into two pieces. The two men held a piece in his hand with their blood on it. Why does it sound so mysterious?" Sage did not feel it at first. However, she had goosebumps after hearing what her grandfather said. "Don't talk about spirits. It sounds scary." Wayne shrugged. "Everything in the world as a spirit, including plants and trees. A thousand-year-old wood like this has long been spiritual. Don't you see the eyes on it?" "Eyes?" Sage's head tingled with fear. She mustered her courage and leaned over to ask, "Where?" Wayne pointed to the rose Sage carved on the hairpin. "Look here. This is the head, and this is the eye… Say, why did you carve your name right on the wood's eye? You made it blind." "I also saw its legs." "Where?" "It's jumping in your hands. Don't you feel it?" "Ah! I feel it! I can feel it!" Mendoza leaned on the door and was shocked and speechless as he listened to the