Chapter 254: The girl buried under the sea of ​​flowers

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After taking a breath, Lorrain Hill slowly fell from the air. Looking at the

bee swarm corpses scattered on the ground, she thought for a while, then

rolled up the Foehn wind and burned the poisoned bees to avoid polluting the

environment. Let other creatures that strayed into this place become

poisonous.

These bees won't be extinct right away. Nearly half of them are around those

hives. If it weren't for their aggressiveness, Lorrain Hill actually didn't

want to fight this group of bees.

It would be nice if it can be domesticated, so that honey can be brewed.

With some thoughts in his mind, Lorrain Hill returned to this sea of

flowers. Take advantage of the fact that those bees won't interfere for the

time being, let's ripen a batch by yourself.

She fell back into the sea of icy blue flowers and took out a slender flute.

The flute made of maple wood has a reddish-brown appearance with shallow

lines.

The long bagpipes sounded in the wilderness, and the music was light, like a

butterfly dancing through the flowers.

In the autumn forest, the wind blows through the layers of the trees, the

colorful leaves are rustling, and the open fields in the forest, flowers are

dancing in the wind, and the light spots of Mana and magic move with the song,

quietly fluttering.

The deposited emerald green light fell, and the ice-bellied flower began to

grow again, and new buds came out to replace the original withered branches

and leaves. The light blue flowers were in full bloom like rain, and the

petals were trembling in the air. Exudes a refreshing fragrance.

Then the finely divided seeds slowly condense next to the flowers, wrapped in

the special frozen moon magic little fruit, with a thin layer of ** frost on

the surface.

A pair of white jade-like hands held these little fruits, and then picked them

off, the little dark blue round particles rolled into the palms of the hands,

and a cold feeling came from the hands.

The girl knelt and sat in the sea of flowers, her eyes closed slightly,

feeling the quiet flow of magic.

Under the quiet and beautiful sea of flowers, a sleeping consciousness

slowly reflected in her perception.

After a long time, the girl slowly opened her eyes, and the emerald brilliance

in her pupils slowly faded away. Only then did she understand why the Red

Maple Tree would say that this existence in the north was icy, and it seemed

very painful.

This piece of ice bristle flower was not naturally generated, but was

specially planted by people in the past, and under this sea of flowers is

buried a dead life. These ice bristle flowers rely on absorbing the passing

existence. In order to continue to grow, not to be eaten up by the bees.

The breeze gradually rolled up the girl's white skirt, and she slowly rose

into the air, sitting on the cushion of air condensed in the air, overlooking

this beautiful sea of flowers. Then stretched out a slender finger.

With the palm of the hand pressed down suddenly, the ground under the sea of

flowers fell apart, and then each piece of soil began to be lifted up by the

air current and flew into the air.

Layers of soil seemed to have lost gravity, and gradually floated, and then

moved to the surrounding area, and the potholes underneath became bigger and

bigger.

When Lorrain Hill used the wind to loosen and roll up the soil nearly 20

meters deep, a transparent blue finally appeared in his eyes.

The covered soil gradually uncovered and floated, and the whole blue scene

finally appeared in the girl's eyes.

The corners of the ice-blue and transparent crystal coffin are graceful and

exquisitely cut surfaces. In it lies a beautiful girl with her hands

intertwined on her waist, with a serene expression.

The crown made of golden silk thread is worn in the ice blue hair. The ears

behind the hair have pointed ears. The girl has a nice face. A necklace with a

blue crystal pendant falls between the clavicle, and the bottom is full. White

breasts, aqua-blue dress on her body, exquisite and gorgeous, the skirt has a

drop-shaped pendant made of various colored gemstones.

Is she dead?

Lorrain Hill slowly fell from the sky, stood in front of the coffin, and

observed carefully.

The coffin made of crystal fits tightly, almost as one, with no gap in sight.

The girl in the coffin is lying on the white soft blanket, and there are two

blooming ice bristle flowers next to her. Even in the long past, these flowers

still have not withered.

Putting his hand on the coffin, Lorrain Hill closed his eyes again to feel the

situation.

At this time, the phantom of another young girl slowly emerged from the

coffin. She easily passed through the barrier of the crystal and looked at the

silver-haired girl in front of her with a curious expression.

Then she stretched out her imaginary finger to touch the girl in the white

dress, and as the cold on her forehead, Lorrain Hill opened her eyes.

The two girls faced each other and looked at each other quietly.

Is this the dead soul?

Unexpectedly, Lorraine Hill was not afraid, even if the soul seemed to be very

powerful.

The ice-blue girl phantom revolved around Lorrain Hill several times before

slowly stopping.

"who are you?"

"Who am I?"

The soul of the ice-blue girl seemed to have forgotten many things. Although

the undead could not speak, he still conveyed the questions and information in

his heart, and this was clearly perceived by Lorrain Hill, just as she faced

back then. The phantom of Trinasha.

"My name is Lorraine Hill, and I just found your coffin under this land."

"Coffin?" The ice blue girl was a little puzzled, then turned around, looked

at the sleeping body behind her, was taken aback, and hid behind Lorrain Hill.

"Am I dead?" She didn't seem to react yet.

"Well, it's dead~" Lorrain Hill nodded.

"Woo..." Miss Ghost seemed a little hard to accept this fact, lying on Lorrain

Hill's shoulder, looking at herself lying in the coffin, which made Lorrain

Hill feel a cold sensation in her neck.

"Okay, don't cry, in fact, I can feel that you are not sad." Lorrain Hill

shook his head, grabbed the ghost lady behind him, and put her in front of him

again.

Miss Ghost seemed a little embarrassed after being spotted.

"But, I should be very sad when I die." She doesn't actually remember the

past, but simply imitates the emotions in her cognition.

"Why don't you remember your past, but it's a sad thing to remember that you

died?" Lorrainhill tilted his head slightly curiously, looking at the ghost

lady who was slightly taller than himself.

"I don't know this. Isn't it normal?" Miss Ghost also looked at Lorrain Hill

in confusion.

Very unusual, Lorraine Hill thought, although this is the first time she has

seen a ghost~www.mtlnovel.com~, according to Trinasha’s description, if the

dead souls can emerge in the world, Because of the assistance of magic, and

secondly because of strong obsession.

Therefore, most of these souls have no common sense, and only remember the

most impressive things before death, and they often have a wish.

But what is regrettable is that most of these wishes are not good, almost all

of them are hatred, revenge, greed, unwillingness and so on. Because these

emotions are the easiest to incite. Sometimes, in order to create ghosts, some

necromancers will deliberately torture the life before death, and then turn

their dead souls into ghosts for their own use.

It is also because most of the dead souls and corpses present the dark side of

the world and society, which also makes it easy for the transcendents of the

undead sequence to take a crooked and extreme road, so they had a bad

reputation back then and were suppressed by the high-levels on the mainland.

In addition, due to the gradual changes in the objective environment, the

Necromancer sequence gradually became weak, and eventually the Mercury Dynasty

was no longer able to support the huge territory and resolve the increasingly

fierce internal disputes, and finally disintegrated.

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