Chapter 252

After a breath, Lorraine hill slowly fell down from the air. Looking at the bodies of bees scattered on the ground, she thought a little. Then she rolled up the incinerator and burned the dead bees to avoid polluting the environment and causing other creatures to be poisoned.

These bees are not going to die out. Nearly half of them are around those hives. If it wasn't for the other bees who are too aggressive, Lorraine Hill didn't want to fight against them.

If only it could be domesticated, then honey could be made.

With some thoughts in his mind, Lorraine Hill returned to the sea of flowers. While those bees won't interfere for a while, I'll hasten a batch of them first.

She fell back into the sea of ice blue flowers and took out a slender flute. The flutes made of maple are reddish brown in appearance and have shallow lines.

The long bagpipes ring in the wilderness, the music is light, just like butterflies dancing through the flowers.

In the autumn forest, the wind blows through the layers of trees, the colorful leaves clatter, the open field in the forest, the flowers dance in the wind, the light spots of mana and magic move with the music, and float quietly.

The green light of the deposit falls, and the iceberg begins to grow again. New buds come out to replace the withered branches and leaves. The light blue flowers bloom like rain, fluttering in the air and sending out a refreshing fragrance.

Then the small grains are slowly coagulated beside the flowers, wrapped with a special magic little fruit of the frozen moon, with a thin layer of white frost on the surface.

A pair of bright white hands hold these small fruits, and then pick them down, the small dark blue round grain will roll into the palm of the hand, a cold feeling from the hand.

The girl knelt down in the sea of flowers, her eyes slightly closed, feeling the quiet flow of magic.

Under the quiet and beautiful sea of flowers, a sleeping consciousness slowly reflects into her perception.

After a long time, the girl slowly opened her eyes, and the emerald brilliance in her pupils slowly faded away. At this time, she understood why the red maple tree would say that the existence of the north, icy, seems to be very painful.

This piece of Erigeron is not naturally generated, but specially planted by people in the past. Under this sea of flowers, there is a dead life buried. Only by absorbing the dead existence, can these Erigeron grow continuously and not be eaten up by bees.

The breeze gradually rolled up the girl's white skirt, she slowly rose into the air, sitting on the air cushion condensed in the air, overlooking this beautiful sea of flowers. Then stretch out your slender fingers.

With the palm of the hand suddenly pressed, the earth under the sea of flowers fell apart, and then one by one pieces of soil began to be lifted by the air and flew into the air.

The layers of soil seem to lose gravity, gradually float up, and then continue to move to the surrounding area, the hole below is also growing.

When Lorraine Hill loosened and rolled up nearly 20 meters of soil with the wind, a transparent blue finally appeared in his eyes.

The covered soil gradually opened and floated, and the blue panorama finally appeared in the girl's eyes.

The crystal coffin is ice blue and transparent. The corners present a beautiful and delicate section. There lies a young girl who has fallen in love with the world. Her hands are crisscrossed at her waist and she looks calm.

The crown made of gold silk thread is worn in the ice blue hair. The ears behind the hair have pointed ears. The girl's face is beautiful. A necklace with a blue crystal pendant falls between the clavicles, and then below it is a full white chest. The body is wearing a water blue skirt, delicate and gorgeous. The skirt is made of water drops made of various gems.

Is she dead?

Lorraine hill slowly fell from the sky, stood in front of the coffin and watched carefully.

The coffin made of crystal is almost seamless, and there is no gap. The girl in the coffin is lying on the white soft carpet, with two blooming icecups on hand. Even in the old days, these flowers have not withered.

Put your hand on the coffin and Lorraine Hill closed his eyes again to feel the situation.

At this time, another girl's virtual shadow slowly emerged from the coffin. She easily went through the crystal barrier and looked at the silver haired girl in front of her. She seemed a little curious.

Then she reached out her unreal fingers to touch the girl in the white dress. With a chill on her forehead, Lorraine Hill opened her eyes.

The two girls looked at each other quietly.

Is this the soul of the dead?

Surprisingly, Lorraine hill was not afraid, even though the ghost seemed powerful.

The ice blue girl's virtual shadow revolves around Loran hill several times before it stops slowly.

"Who are you?"

"Who am I?"

The soul of this ice blue girl seems to have forgotten a lot of things. Although the soul of the dead can't speak, it still conveys the questions and information in her heart, which is clearly perceived by Lorraine hill, just like the illusion she faced with trinasha in those years.

"My name is Lorraine hill. I just found your coffin in this land."

"Coffin?" The ice blue girl was puzzled. Then she turned around and looked at the sleeping body behind her. She was startled and hid behind Lorraine hill.

"Am I dead“ She didn't seem to respond.

"Well, dead," Lorraine Hill nodded.

"Wuwu..." Miss ghost seems to be a little difficult to accept this fact, lying on the shoulder of Lorraine hill, looking at herself lying in the coffin, which makes Lorraine Hill feel a cold feeling between her neck.

"Well, don't cry. In fact, I can feel that you are not sad." Lorraine Hill shook his head, grabbed the ghost lady behind him and put her in front of him again.

Miss ghost seems a little embarrassed after being ordered.

"But it should be sad to die." In fact, she does not remember the past, but simply imitates the emotion in cognition.

"Why don't you remember your past, but it's sad to remember to die." Lorraine Hill looked at the ghost lady who was slightly higher than herself with a slightly curious crooked head.

"Well, I don't know. Isn't that normal?" Miss ghost looks at Lorraine hill in disbelief.

It's very abnormal, loranthel thought. Although this is the first time she has seen a ghost, according to trinasha's description, if the dead can emerge in the world, it's because of magic and strong obsession.

Therefore, most of these souls have no common sense. They only remember the most impressive things before they die. They often have their wishes fulfilled.

But it is a pity that most of these wishes are not good, almost all are hatred, revenge, greed, unwilling and so on. Because these emotions are the easiest to stir up. Sometimes, in order to create ghosts, some necromancers deliberately torture the life before death, and then turn their 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 makes the extraordinary people in the sequence of the dead easy to take the crooked and extreme road. Therefore, in those days, their reputation was not very good and they were suppressed by the high-level people in the mainland.

In addition, because of the gradual change of the objective environment, the sequence of the dead gradually became weak, which eventually led to the mercury Dynasty's inability to support the huge territory and solve the increasingly fierce internal disputes, and finally disintegrated.