After taking a breath, Lolan Hill slowly fell from the air. Looking at the corpses of bees scattered on the ground, she thought for a while, then rolled up the burning wind and burned the poisoned bees to prevent the environment from polluting the environment and causing other creatures who accidentally entered the place to be highly poisoned.

These bees would not have become extinct. Nearly half of them are around the hives. If they weren't for their strong aggressiveness, Lorran Hill actually didn't want to fight this group of bees.

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

With some thoughts in my mind, Lolan Hill returned to this sea of ​​flowers. While the bees will not interfere for the time being, let's ripen a batch first.

She fell back into the ice-blue sea of ​​flowers and took out a slender flute. The flute made of maple wood has a reddish-brown appearance and a light pattern.

The long bagpipe sounded in the wilderness, and the sound was soft and sounded like a butterfly walking through the flowers and dancing.

In the autumn forest, the wind blows through the layers of trees, the colorful leaves rustle, and on the empty fields in the forest, flowers dance in the wind, and the light spots of Mana and the magic move with the song, floating quietly.

The deposited green light spots fell, and the ice-cup flowers began to resume their growth. New buds emerged, replacing the originally withered branches and leaves. The light blue flowers bloomed like rain, trembling in the air, emitting a refreshing fragrance.

Then the finely divided seeds slowly condensed beside the flowers, wrapped in special small fruits of frozen moon magic, and a thin layer of white frost on the surface.

A pair of bright white jade-like hands held these small fruits and picked them off. The small dark blue round particles rolled into the palm of their hands, and a cold feeling came from their hands.

The girl knelt 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 reflected into her perception.

After a long time, the girl slowly opened her eyes, and the jade-like light in her pupils slowly faded away. Only then did she understand why the red maple tree said that the existence in the north was icy and seemed very painful.

This ice cream flower is not naturally produced, but is planted by people from the past. Under this sea of ​​flowers is a dead life. These ice cream flower is built on the absorption of the lost existence to continue to grow and not be eaten by bees.

The breeze gradually rolled up the girl's white dress, and she slowly rose into the air, sitting on the soft cushion of the airflow condensed in the air, overlooking the beautiful sea of ​​flowers. Then she stretched out her slender fingers.

As his palms were suddenly pressed down, the earth under the sea of ​​flowers split into pieces, and then blocks of soil began to be lifted by the airflow and flew into the air.

The layers of soil seemed to lose gravity and gradually floated up, then continued to move to the surrounding area, and the pits below became larger and larger.

When Lorran Hill used the wind to loosen and rolled up nearly 20 meters deep soil, a transparent blue finally appeared in her eyes.

The covered soil gradually unfolded and floated, and the blue whole image finally appeared in the girl's eyes.

The ice-blue and transparent crystal coffin has beautiful and exquisite sections on the edges. Among them is a beautiful and beautiful girl lying. Her hands are staggered around her waist, and her expression is peaceful.

The crown wrapped in golden silk thread was worn between the ice-blue hair. The ears behind the hair had pointed ears. The girl had a pretty face. A necklace with a blue crystal pendant fell between her collarbone. Then there was a full white breast underneath. She was wearing a water-blue long skirt, which was exquisite and gorgeous. The skirt had a small pendant made of various gemstones.

Is she dead?

Lorran Hill slowly fell from the sky, stood in front of the coffin, and observed carefully.

The crystal-made coffin is tightly tucked into pieces, almost integrated, and there is no gap. The girl in the coffin is lying on the white soft blanket, with two blooming ice-cup flowers on her hand. Even though the years have passed, these flowers have not yet withered.

Putting his hands on the coffin, Loran Hill closed his eyes again to feel the situation.

At this time, the phantom of another girl slowly emerged from the coffin. She easily passed through the crystal barrier and looked at the silver-haired girl in front of her, with a look of curiosity.

Then she stretched out her illusory fingers to touch the girl in white dress. With the coldness on her forehead, Lorran Hill opened her eyes.

The two girls looked at each other quietly.

Is this the dead soul?

Surprisingly, Lorran Hill was not afraid, even though the dead soul seemed to be very powerful.

The ice blue girl phantom rotated around Loran Hill for several times before slowly stopping.

"Who are you?"

"Who am I?"

The soul of the ice blue girl seemed to have forgotten a lot of things. Although the undead could not speak, she still conveyed the questions and information in her heart, and this was clearly felt by Lolan Hill, just like the phantom she faced in Cuinasha back then.

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

"Coffin?" The girl of Ice Blue was a little puzzled, then turned around and looked at the sleeping body behind her. Then she was startled and hid behind Lolan Hill.

"Am I dead?" She didn't seem to have reacted.

"Well, I'm dead~" Lolan Hill nodded.

"Woooo..." Miss Ghost seemed a little difficult to accept this fact. She lay on Lorran Hill's shoulder and looked at herself lying in the coffin, which made Lorran Hill feel a cold feeling between her neck.

"Okay, don't cry anymore. Actually, I can feel that you are not sad." Lorran 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 pointed out.

"But, it should be very sad to die." She actually didn't remember the past, she just simply imitated the emotions in cognition.

"Why is it sad to remember your past, but you remember death?" Lorran Hill tilted his head slightly curiously and looked at the ghost lady who was slightly taller than him.

"I don't know this either. Is this abnormal?" Miss Ghost also looked at Lorran Hill in confusion.

It was very abnormal. Lolan Hill thought to herself that although this was her first time seeing a ghost, according to Cuinasha's description, if the dead souls could emerge in the world, it was because of the assistance of magic, and it was because of a strong obsession.

Therefore, most of these dead souls have no common sense, and they only remember the most impressive things before their death, and they often have a wish.

But it is a pity that most of these wishes are not beautiful, almost all of them are hatred, revenge, greed, unwillingness, etc. Because these emotions are the easiest to incite. Sometimes, in order to create ghosts, some necromancers will deliberately torture their lives before their 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 also makes the extraordinary people in the undead sequence easily go on crooked and extreme paths, so they have a bad reputation back then and are suppressed by the top leaders on the mainland.

In addition, due to the gradual change of objective environment, the sequence of necromancers gradually became weaker, which eventually led to the Mercury Dynasty no longer able to support its huge territory and resolve the increasingly fierce internal disputes, and finally disintegrated.
Chapter completed!