Chapter 125
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Undead … Why would there be such a high-level undead here?
The dark elf endured the sharp pain in her head and tried to keep her consciousness as clear as possible.
After confirming that her arrows had completely killed the two fellows from the Court of Heresy, she looked at the Soul Snatcher floating in the air in front of her.
This fellow was not the undead that could be seen everywhere in the catacombs. Only on a battlefield where close to ten thousand people had died could such a ferocious … spirit be nurtured.
The Soul Snatcher turned its head slightly. The cheerful soul fire in its eye sockets made the dark elf feel as if something had grabbed her heart.
The dark elf had no intention of fighting with this dangerous undead. She was ready to escape. The Soul Snatcher stretched out its fingers, which were twice as long as a human's, and pointed in a direction for the dark elf.
This direction led to the Black Pigeon Hotel. Doubts rose in her heart, and it didn't take long for the Soul Snatcher to disappear in front of her eyes.
This undead … What is it …
The dark elf just wanted to think, but the pain of her brain being torn apart appeared in her mind again.
She fell to the ground, clutching her forehead. The whisper of some unknown creature kept echoing in her ears. In addition, she also heard the sticky sliding sound.
Even the scene in front of her changed. She vaguely saw that in the dark space, some kind of creature so huge that it made people despair opened its eyes.
Illusion!
The dark elf, who had stayed in the Court of Heresy for a period of time, clearly knew how terrible the illusion in front of her was.
She resisted the pain echoing in her mind and once again turned into a crow and flew into the sky, flying towards the nearest shelter on Squirrel Street, which was the Black Pigeon Hotel.
When she saw the light from the window on the second floor of the Black Pigeon Hotel, her consciousness became blurred again.
This made her lose her balance in the air, and she directly smashed through the window on the second floor of the hotel in the form of a crow. Then she rolled on the floor and changed back into her human form.
"Qianmian … What happened?"
The owner of the Black Pigeon Hotel, Pluck, happened to be cleaning on the second floor. When he saw the dark elf hit the wall on the other side of the corridor in an extremely embarrassing posture.
Pluck immediately threw down the broom in his hands and ran to the side of the Dark Elf.
He had never seen the Dark Elf in such a pathetic state. From the day she appeared on Squirrel Street, the power of Squirrel Street's underground organization was completely reshuffled.
It only took her a few days to gain absolute control over the Black Pigeons...
But now, she was like a person who was dying of a serious illness, lying on the floor, gasping for breath.
"Flower …"
The Dark Elf's voice sounded very urgent, even a little manic … She gritted her teeth and fought against the illusion that kept repeating itself in front of her.
"Bring me all the flowers in the hotel!"
Pluck realized the seriousness of the situation. He immediately ran and searched the entire hotel for flowers that could be used.
After a few minutes, Pluck brought a few bouquets of flowers and placed them in front of the Dark Elf.
Since these were just decorations in the hotel, they weren't very fresh.
Her gaze shifted to those colorful flowers. The faint fragrance coming from the flowers made her feel a little happy, and these emotions helped her dispel a little of the crazy thoughts in her mind.
But it was far from enough … Just these few bouquets couldn't divert her attention, awaken some positive emotions in her heart, and help her overcome the whispers that kept echoing in her mind.
If this went on, sooner or later she would be swallowed up by these crazy thoughts in her mind and lose her reason.
She had to find something that could make her happy quickly.
In a place like Squirrel Street, it was almost impossible to find a garden full of flowers. What about money?
The illusion in her eyes changed again. In her eyes, the whole hotel was burning in flames, and she seemed to hear some familiar sounds in her ears.
It was the wailing of her loved ones from the Dark Elf tribe that she used to live in.
The illusion of the death of her loved ones completely enraged her. In order to vent, she clenched her fist and slammed it against the wall behind her …
The illusion of the flame did not bring her any heat. The Dark Elf's body temperature began to drop gradually, and this cold breath gushed out wantonly from her body.
It didn't take long for a beam of light to appear in her vision, dispelling the illusion in her eyes.
"Cheer up. I don't want my future chief reporter of the TV station to go crazy in this damn place."
Reporter? The Dark Elf seemed to have heard such a strange word somewhere. Her eyes finally focused a little, and she saw Josiah half-kneeling in front of her.
"You …"
"Before you complain, tell me how to stabilize your physical and mental state."
Josiah stayed in the Black Pigeon Hotel today to deal with the movie scenes shot during the day. He also let the undead he summoned wander around the entire Squirrel Street.
Just now, the Soul Snatcher summoned by Josiah completed its mission and returned to the Venerated Skeleton's territory.
Four daytime banshees floated beside this dark elf. They were the photographers responsible for filming during the day.
A milky white light emerged from the hands of the four daytime banshees and shone on the dark elf who fell to the ground.
Since these banshees forgot their previous resentment and turned over a new leaf, they had evolved into a special kind of solar charger.
During the day, they only needed to bask in the sun and absorb the energy from the sun to maintain their existence.
At night, they could release the stored light and heat if necessary …
Unfortunately, Josiah was not a science student, and he didn't know the principle. Even if he was a science student, he probably needed to add a subprofession of necromancer to figure out the physiological state of the daytime banshees.
With the help of the daytime banshees, the dark elf's consciousness finally sobered up a little.
"You elves shouldn't have the setting of eating flowers to restore health, right? I mean, can you heal yourself with plants? "
Josiah picked up a withered wildflower on the ground. Josiah also saw Pluch looking for flowers in the hotel just now.
Josiah still followed him to the second floor, only to find the dark elf who fell in the corner and looked close to death.
"There is nothing wrong with my body … I need something interesting, something that can … cheer me up."
She forced her consciousness to stand up, but she failed. The sun could only make her feel better, but it couldn't dispel the chaotic whispers in her consciousness.
In despair, she made such a request, even though she had no hope for Josiah at all.
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