Chapter 125 Treatment

Undead... why are there such high-level undead here.

The dark elf resisted the severe pain in his mind, trying to keep his consciousness as clear as possible.

After confirming that her arrow had completely killed the two members of the Inquisition Inquisition, she turned her gaze to the Soul Reaper floating in mid-air in front of her.

This guy is not an undead that can be seen everywhere in the catacombs. Only a battlefield where tens of thousands of people died can nourish this vicious...spiritual body.

The Soul Reaper turned her head slightly, and the joyful soul fire in its eye sockets made the Dark Elf instantly feel that something grabbed her heart.

The dark elf had no intention of fighting this dangerous undead, she was ready to escape, and the soul snatcher stretched out his finger, which was twice as long as a human's, and pointed a finger for the dark elf. direction.

The place leading in this direction was the Black Pigeon Hotel. Doubts arose in her heart, and it didn't take long for the soul snatcher to disappear before her eyes.

This undead...is it...

Just as the dark elf was about to think, the pain that her brain was about to be torn apart reappeared in her mind.

She fell to the ground and held her forehead, the whispers of some unknown creature kept echoing in her ears, besides, she also heard the viscous sliding sound.

Even the scene in front of her eyes also changed, she vaguely saw in the dark space, some kind of hopelessly huge creature opened its pupils.

illusion!

The dark elves, who had been in the Inquisition Tribunal for a while, knew exactly how terrifying the hallucinations that appeared in front of them were.

Suppressing the pain echoing in her mind, she turned into a crow again and flew into the sky, heading towards the nearest shelter on Squirrel Street, which was the Black Pigeon Hotel.

When she saw the light from the second-floor windows of the Black Dove Hotel, her consciousness became blurred again.

This caused her to lose her balance in the air, smashing through the window on the second floor of the hotel in the posture of a crow, and then rolled down on the floor and changed back into a human form.

"Thousands of faces... what happened?"

The owner of the Black Pigeon Hotel, Prouker, was cleaning the second floor when he saw the dark elf bump into the wall on the other side of the corridor in a very embarrassed posture.

Prouk immediately dropped the broom in his hand and ran to the side of the dark elf.

He had never seen this dark elf in such a state of distress. From the day she appeared on Squirrel Street, the forces of the underground organization on Squirrel Street had been completely reshuffled.

It only took her a few days to seize the right to rule the black pigeon with an absolute gesture...

But now she was lying on the floor like a person who was seriously ill and dying.

"flower…"

The dark elf's voice sounded so urgent that it was a little manic... She gritted her teeth and fought against the repeated fantasy in front of her eyes.

"Bring me all the flowers in the hotel!"

Pluke realized the seriousness of the situation, and he immediately ran up and searched for usable flowers throughout the hotel.

After a few minutes, Pluke took a few bunches of flowers and placed them in front of the dark elf.

Since these are just decorations in the hotel, they are not very fresh.

Her eyes shifted to those colorful flowers. The faint fragrance from the flowers made her feel a little bit of joyful emotions, and these emotions helped her dispel some crazy thoughts in her mind.

But it wasn't enough... just a few bouquets could not divert her attention, awaken some positive emotions in her heart and help her overcome the whispers that kept echoing in her head.

If this continues, sooner or later, she will be swallowed up by these crazy thoughts in her mind and lose her mind.

She had to find something that would cheer her up quickly.

In a place like Squirrel Street, it's almost impossible to find a garden full of flowers, so what about money?

The illusion in her eyes changed again. In her eyes, the whole hotel was on fire, and she seemed to hear some familiar voices in her ears.

It came from the dark elf group where she used to live, the wailing of her relatives.

The phantom of the death of her relatives completely angered her, and she clenched her fist and slammed on the wall behind her in order to vent...

The phantom of the flames did not bring any heat to her, and the dark elf's body temperature began to drop gradually, and this cold aura gushed out wantonly from her whole body.

Not long after, a beam of light appeared in her field of 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 such a ghostly place."

reporter? The dark elf seemed to have heard such a strange word there, and her eyes finally got a little focus, and she saw Qiao Xiu who was half kneeling in front of her.

"you……"

"Before you complain, tell me how to stabilize your body and mind."

Joshua stayed at the Black Pigeon Hotel today to process the movie scenes shot during the day, and let the undead he summoned wander around the entire Squirrel Street by the way.

Just now, the soul snatcher that Joshua summoned had completed his mission and returned to the domain of Lord Bones.

There are four daytime banshees floating beside this dark elf, and they are the photographers who are in charge of shooting during the daytime.

White light emerged from the hands of the four day banshees and shone on the fallen dark elf.

Since these banshees have forgotten their previous grudges and reformed themselves, they have evolved into a special kind of solar charging panel.

During the day, they only need to bask in the sun and absorb the energy from the sun to maintain their existence.

Stored light and heat can be released at night if necessary...

It's a pity that Qiao Xiu is not a science student, and he doesn't know what the principle is, and even if he is a science student, he probably needs to add a necromancer's sub-job to figure out the physiological state of the daytime banshee.

With the help of the day banshee, the dark elf's consciousness finally became a little clearer.

"You elves shouldn't have the setting of eating flowers to restore blood, right? I mean, can you heal yourself by relying on plants?"

Joshua picked up a wild flower that was about to wither on the ground, and Joshua saw Pluc looking for flowers in the hotel just now.

Qiao Xiu still followed him to the second floor, only to find this dark elf lying in a corner and looking close to death.

"There's nothing wrong with my body...I needed something fun, something that would... cheer me up."

She forced her consciousness to stand up, but failed. The sunlight could only make her feel better, but it couldn't dispel the chaotic whispers in her consciousness.

In desperation, she made such a request, even though she had no hope for Joshua at all.

Because many years ago, there was nothing interesting in this world for her.