The Righteous Player(s) Chapter 392: Dancers of Death Throat

>Players are super righteous

Even though they were walking among the elven ruins from thousands of years ago, Maria and the others did not feel depressed or afraid.

This place has been damaged to the point where no trace of the city can be seen. It looks like the remains of an ancient civilization thousands of years ago, with only ruins remaining, or like a post-war city that was wiped out by missiles. The original shape of the building is almost invisible.

It is even impossible to tell whether a certain fallen wall was originally here and half of it disappeared...or whether this side flew over from nowhere.

"That is..."

Maria was suddenly startled and paused on the spot.

The surrounding wind brought her more news.

A very soft whisper sounded in her ears. It was the remnant of something invisible...the influence called "The Whisper of Grace."

It was as if there was an illusion of wind blowing by her ears—Maria’s hair moved automatically without any wind.

She turned around and found a pure white girl ghost sitting quietly on a tombstone-like broken wall she had just passed by.

When they came here just now, they didn't realize there was anyone here at all.

That was an elf girl with long silver-white hair.

She was wearing a white dress that only exposed her left shoulder and arm, and the hem of the skirt was ten centimeters above her knees. Her slender pure white right arm had cute sleeves that covered half of her palm. On the left side, not only her shoulder was exposed, but also You can vaguely see the looming slender waist.

The girl ghost was chuckling mischievously, and light titters echoed in the air.

——If the ghost sitting on the tombstone was uglier and more sinister, maybe this would be a terrifying plot to turn around and kill him.

But because the ghost girl was so cute, it actually made the surrounding blue ruins look like a fairyland.

She looked at Maria with a dazed and confused expression, as if she was thinking about something seriously.

"When..."

Salvatore muttered.

The unexpected situation made him subconsciously vigilant - it was not the first time he came here twice. When Salvatore was still an apprentice, he was often sent by Master Benjamin to extract influence.

For a teaching institution like Wizard Tower, which is a master-apprentice teaching institution, students are basically synonymous with running errands and hard work.

Just like Salvatore used to help his mentors make black fire and green fire, transporting influence is also something that "the mentors are too lazy to do" but someone has to do it.

But Salvatore has been here so many times.

But I have never seen that there are ghosts left by the elves of the past here...

Zedi Black Tower mentioned during class that the essence of the specimen storage library is to preserve the souls of the elves of the past and use these souls to build a public nightmare. In this public nightmare, there is a permanent nightmare stored - as long as visitors meet the needs, they can enter it and conduct necessary investigations.

This can carry more content than information recorded in books, and can be preserved longer than information engraved on stone tablets.

It is like a "specimen" formed from a period of history.

And in a place like this...how can a separate soul exist?

The souls of the elves have long been used to construct nightmares. The withdrawal of any soul will lead to the instability of the "specimen library"... or even collapse. But whether you want to use rituals or spells to directly affect the information stored in the dream world, it is almost impossible.

In other words.

That is, this elf girl is not the soul inside this specimen library at all!

It is an alien, later elf...died here.

And because of the special power of the specimen library, it has always been kept here.

...But why have the wizards who visited the Zedi Black Tower and extracted their influence...never seen her in the past hundreds of years?

If it is said that she is afraid of and does not trust human wizards, so she has been hiding.

So why is she here now?

"Who is it?"

Salvatore asked warily: "I've never seen him here."

He reached out and held down the potion bottle on his waist - unfortunately, he did not carry the potion used to attack the spirit body. There are no materials on his body for constructing a ritual to attack the spirit body.

——But he can't be timid.

At least make it look like you are not someone to be trifled with... If the other party has evil intentions, they might find it troublesome and run away.

"I haven't seen me before, but I have seen it several times."

The ghost girl sitting on the ruins of the wall said with interest: "It seems to have been ten years ago, right? At that time, I was stupid and stupid... and was only so tall."

She said, raising her foot and kicking the air.

Indicating that Salvatore at that time was not as tall as her feet now.

"I was afraid of ghosts back then...are you still afraid now?"

She asked with a smile.

Salvatore suddenly became as angry as a puffer fish: "Who has ever been afraid of ghosts? I was——"

"Is it...Porphys?"

Lin Yiyi suddenly asked, interrupting Salvatore's words.

She also looked back. After looking at the ghost girl for a few times, his eyes suddenly lit up and he recognized her.

A joyful smile burst out on Porfisi's face: "Sure enough! I didn't admit my mistake..."

She turned around ~IndoMTL.com~ and asked impatiently: "Is it the person Sister Citalopram called?"

"...Huh?"

After hearing this, Lin Yiyi, who was about to explain her origin, was stunned for a moment: "How did you recognize it?"

"We all have the same smell!"

After finishing speaking, Porfis stopped sitting on the tombstone. Instead, he floated over happily.

Salvatore was suddenly so nervous that he tensed up his body. Just as he was about to speak, Maria held his arm - Maria's strength was beyond Salvatore's imagination, and even his subconscious After struggling for a while, his arm didn't move at all.

Maria seemed to see something and shook her head to signal him to shut up first.

As soon as Salvatore was about to say something, Maria pulled his arm again.

He suddenly felt like he was holding back his breath.

He circled around Lin Yiyi like a butterfly, and asked hesitantly: "Where is Sister Citalopran?"

"She..."

Lin Yiyi chuckled.

Lin Yiyi can really answer this question - and she's not making it up.

After all, she, Jiuer and Citalopram all live together offline. Occasionally, Citalopram also mentioned this matter when eating.

"She said that she has not yet mastered the magical skill of 'Dancer of the Throat of Death', so she does not dare to come back to see him yet."

Lin Yiyi comforted: "After she masters the magic, she will come and take her away."

Jiu'er added: "She told us!

"I have been waiting for a long time..."

"Really!"

Porphys's eyes suddenly lit up.

Jiuer nodded affirmatively: "Yes!"

These are not words to comfort her...

——At least two-thirds of it is true.