After sending the Bone Man away, Annan leaned on the pillow and looked back at the moon outside the window, squinting his eyes slightly.
Although Lord Bones did not refuse his call and did answer his questions...but the "secrets" he mentioned very cleverly avoided those critical questions - especially those that might touch Himself
part.
For example, what kind of organization is the Alliance of the Dead? How did he and the Pale Princess know each other? What do they plan to do? Why are they now separated...
For these issues that might touch Mr. Bones himself, including the pre-questions that might lead to these issues, he just played dumb and didn't mention a word.
But when He told the information about the Pale Princess and the Half-Dead Daughter, he said it in very detail - especially about "how to identify the Half-Dead Daughter", "Pale Princess's personal habits and preferences" and other information. It was like
He deliberately wanted to leave himself out with the Undead Alliance and draw Annan's attention to the Pale Princess.
"That's all..."
Annan shook his head slightly and ignored the matter for now.
This bitch guy has become so bitchy that he is somewhat used to it.
If He directly involves himself this time, Annan will wonder if He wants to do something.
However, Mr. Bones also revealed some secrets about the Pale Princess to Annan...
The heads held in the arms of the pale princess were not her former lovers, but her followers.
Yes, although the priests of the Pale Princess are all half-dead daughters, her followers do not have such restrictions.
After all, He has extraordinary beauty and extremely beautiful singing voice. Many believers are obsessed with following Him, regardless of gender...
What she is looking for is truly "an interesting soul". It has nothing to do with net worth, appearance, age, gender... or even race.
The highest ritual that a follower of the Pale Princess can perform is to sacrifice one's head to Him. If the Pale Princess thinks this is a person with interesting enough thoughts, she will accept it and keep the person's head with her.
Whisper with his or her soul day and night, sing to your lover, and kiss your lover.
——Until she meets another more interesting soul, or becomes tired of this person's soul.
But she will not abandon these souls, but will draw them out and take them with her.
Over time, a phenomenon called the "Pale Tide" will occur wherever the Pale Princess walks. That is, at night, accompanied by a strange singing sound, a sheet of white smoke will suddenly roll up from the horizon like a strong wind.
Slowly passing through the air.
There are some folk legends... If you are unfortunate enough to see the Pale Tide, you will become seriously ill afterwards.
Mr. Bones' statement confirms this legend.
As long as you are exposed to the light of those ghosts, your life force will be slowly sucked away. For ordinary people, the life force that is suddenly sucked out is enough to make people sick, but because they will hide immediately when they see the pale tide, instead
It's nothing; but for extraordinary people, this bit of vitality will not bring them much loss...it can even extract some erosion points from it.
Those extraordinary beings who are on the verge of madness will even take the initiative to look for traces of the Pale Princess and follow the trend.
And if you indulge in the pleasure of the soul being gradually purified, you may lose strength and fall on the road... and eventually become corpses lying under the pale tide, adding more fire to the continuation of this legend.
.
besides.
Annan also received another very important piece of information——
The Pale Princess has another alias.
——Throat of Death.
The singer who brings death.
Yes.
The "influence of the Throat of Death" on Annan comes from the Pale Princess.
"...Alright."
It's not like I asked in vain, at least I got some bone marrow out...
Annan sent Mr. Bones away politely.
But, the pale princess...
Annan fell into deep thought.
I don't know what kind of nightmare he will enter.
"...Forget it, go to sleep."
Annan finally closed his eyes and fell back.
As he fell asleep quickly, Annan felt that his body seemed to become a little light.
He seemed to be floating in the clouds, and there was a vague and strange singing voice in his ears. But listening to the singing voice, Annan felt that his limbs were getting colder and colder...
It's like being immersed in ice water, feeling cold and clear, but you still can't wake up completely.
When he was entangled in this nightmare, sleeping and waking up, Annan's consciousness suddenly woke up and saw a few lines of prompts appearing in front of his eyes:
["Primary Influence: Remains of the Throat of Death" has reverberated]
【Entering the dream world】
[Dream Key not detected]
[Searching for nightmares, the keyword is "dead"...]
【Nightmare Found】
[Falling into a nightmare, the copy is being generated...]
[The difficulty of the copy is difficult]
[The total erosion rate of the team is 2%, the difficulty of the dungeon increases by 2%, and the probability of nightmare distortion increases by 2%]
[Warning: Relevant elements have been detected, the nightmare has been distorted——]
[There is no save point in this copy. Each death will increase the erosion rate by 12%. You will be forced to exit the copy after one death.]
[This copy provides introduction to the plot and has decryption rewards]
[Reward for clearing the dungeon: Occupation (Wizard) increased by 3 levels]
[Loading completed]
When Annan woke up again, he noticed that his body was shaking.
Not because of fear...but because of the humidity and cold.
Annan realized that he was huddled in a damp dungeon.
His left hand was shackled, and the other end of the chain was fixed to the wall. There were some obvious scars on the wrist of his left hand, which seemed to have just begun to become inflamed... It should have been left when he broke free of the chain not long ago.
But his right hand was intact.
In this position, he can only sit or kneel at most, but cannot lie down at all... I am afraid that he will not be able to fall into a peaceful sleep because of this.
Annan didn't know how long it had been since this body had slept normally. He could only feel a strong sense of exhaustion.
The strange thing is that there are no signs of torture on his body.
Even the health level is as high as 94%.
This means that he basically has no wounds... He even eats and drinks well and has never been hungry.
"……Well?"
When Annan checked the injury, he noticed that it should be a female body.
Judging from the skin, knuckles and palms, she is no more than thirty years old at most, and should be still very young. Moreover, there are no calluses on her palms, and the skin on the back of her right hand is relatively smooth, so she is not a peasant woman.
Annan lowered his head and diligently checked his clothes with his right hand in the extremely dim light.
Somewhat surprisingly, her clothes were quite neat and not messy at all. It didn't look like a prisoner's uniform... but the fabric wasn't the kind of high-end fabric that nobles would use.
Working in a clerical job or in the entertainment industry? Or not working at all?
The person who held her here and prevented her from sleeping peacefully did not torture her. What was that person's purpose...?
At this moment, Annan felt a familiar slight dizziness, and new words appeared in front of his eyes again:
[Evelyn Miller was supposed to be a born dancer. She was born with a soft and powerful body, extraordinary beauty, and a soul that is extremely sensitive to art and music. She should be the one loved by Ya Weng.]
[But when she was fourteen years old, she lost almost everything due to an unfortunate accident. Her path was completely terminated because of this. 】
【Since then, she has never danced in front of others.】
[Until one day, she accidentally saw the dance of the "Moon Dancer"... The soul-grabbing dance was unforgettable for her. 】
[She tried to talk to him, but suddenly lost consciousness the moment she spoke]
[When she woke up, she found herself in a damp and cold dungeon]
[She realized that she might have been kidnapped]
After these traces faded, new words appeared in front of Annan's eyes again:
[Main mission: go home]
Immediately, a large number of small words quickly appeared below this line of words: