With a breath of exhalation, Lorain Hill slowly fell from the sky, looking at the corpses of the swarm scattered on the ground, she thought for a moment, and then rolled up the foehn wind to incinerate the poisoned bees, so as not to pollute the environment and make other creatures that strayed here also poisonous.

These bees are not going to go extinct, they still have nearly half of them around those hives, and if it weren't for their aggressiveness, Loren Hill didn't really want to fight these bees.

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

With some thoughts in his mind, Lorain Hill returned to this sea of flowers. While those bees won't interfere for the time being, let's ripen a batch first.

She fell back into the sea of ice blue flowers and pulled out a slender flute. The flute made of maple has a reddish-brown appearance with light veins.

Long bagpipes resounded in the wilderness, and the song was soft, like butterflies dancing through the flowers.

In the autumn forest, the wind blows through the layers of trees, the colorful leaves rattle, the flowers dance in the open field of the forest, and the points of light of mana and magic move quietly with the song.

The deposited emerald green light points fell, the ice flowers began to grow again, new shoots poked out, replacing the original dead branches and leaves, and the light blue flowers bloomed like rain, trembling in the air and blooming with petals, exuding a refreshing fragrance.

Then the small grains slowly condensed beside the flowers, wrapped in a small fruit of the special Frozen Moon Magic, with a thin layer of hoarfrost on the surface.

A pair of hands as white as white jade held these small fruits, and then picked them, and the small dark blue round grains rolled into the palms 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 tranquil and beautiful sea of flowers, a sleeping consciousness slowly reflected in her perception.

After a long time, the girl slowly opened her eyes, and the emerald brilliance in her pupils slowly faded. Only then did she understand why the red maple tree would say that this existence in the north was icy and seemed to be in pain.

This ice flower is not naturally generated, but specially planted by people in the past, and under this sea of flowers is buried a dead life, these ice flowers are by absorbing the departed existence, so that they can continue to grow and not be eaten by the bees.

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

With the sudden press of the palm, the earth under the sea of flowers was torn apart, and then one by one the clods of earth began to be lifted by the air current, flying into the air.

As if losing gravity, the layers of soil gradually float and move towards the surrounding area, and the potholes below are getting bigger and bigger.

When Lorain Hill used the wind to loosen and roll up the soil nearly 20 meters deep, a transparent blue finally appeared in his eyes.

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

In the ice-blue and transparent crystal coffin, the corners of which are gracefully faceted, lie a young girl with her hands crossed at her waist, looking serene.

The crown of gold 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 collarbones, and then below is a full white chest, and the body is wearing a long aqua blue dress, delicate and gorgeous, the skirt has a small pendant in the shape of water drops made of various colored gemstones.

Is she dead?

Lorain Hill slowly fell from the sky and stood in front of the coffin, taking a closer look.

The coffin made of crystal was so tightly knit that there was no gap in sight, and the girl in the coffin was lying on a white soft blanket, with two blooming ice flowers at her side. Even after a long period of time, these flowers have not withered.

Placing his hand on the coffin, Lorain 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 barrier of the crystal, and looked at the silver-haired girl in front of her, her expression seemed to be a little curious.

Then she stretched out her illusory fingers to touch the girl in the white dress, and with a chill on her forehead, Lorain Hill opened her eyes.

The two girls looked at each other silently.

Is this the Revenant?

Surprisingly, Lorain Hill wasn't afraid, even though the revenant seemed to be powerful.

The icy blue girl's phantasm swirled around Lorain Hill 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, and although the undead could not speak, they still conveyed the questions and information in their hearts, and this was clearly perceived by Loren Hill, just as she faced the phantom of Trinatha.

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

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

"Am I dead?" She didn't seem to react yet.

"Well, it's dead~" Lorain Hill nodded.

"Woo ......" Miss Ghost seemed to have a hard time accepting this fact, lying on Loren Hill's shoulder, looking at herself lying in the coffin, which made Loren Hill feel a cold feeling in her neck.

"Okay, don't cry, I can actually feel it, you're not sad." Loren Hill shook her head, grabbed the ghost lady behind her, and put her back in front of her.

Miss Ghost seemed a little embarrassed after being broken.

"But I guess it's sad to die." She doesn't actually remember the past, but simply imitates the emotions in her cognition.

"Why don't you remember your past, but remember that it's sad to die." Loren Hill tilted her head slightly curiously, looking at the ghost lady who was slightly taller than herself.

"This, I don't know, isn't this normal?" Miss Ghost also looked at Lorain Hill suspiciously.

It's not normal, Lorain Hill thought to herself, although this is the first time she has seen a ghost, but according to Trinatha's description, if the dead soul can appear in the world, it is because it has the assistance of magic power, and the second is because it has a strong obsession.

Therefore, most of these dead souls have no common sense, and will only remember the most impressive things before death, and often have unfulfilled wishes.

But sadly, most of these wishes are not good, almost all of them are hatred, revenge, greed, unwillingness, etc. Because these emotions are the easiest to incite them. Sometimes, in order to create ghosts, some necromancers will deliberately torture the lives 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 also makes the transcendent people of the necromantic sequence easy to take a crooked and extreme path, so their reputation was not very good back then, and they were suppressed by the high-level on the mainland.

In addition, due to the gradual change of the objective environment, the necromantic sequence gradually weakened, and eventually led to the fact that the Mercury Dynasty was no longer able to support its huge territory and resolve increasingly fierce internal disputes, and finally disintegrated.