Icy cold, this feeling is not reflected in the **, but the cold feeling of climbing up the spine from a deeper depth.

It's a feeling Liki hasn't felt in a long time.

The glow of the silver moon faded, and the room in front of Lizzie's eyes turned into a monotonous black and white. The glorious gate dissipated with the light of the moment.

If there had been someone who had taken her into view now, perhaps a figure wrapped in a black robe from head to toe would have been able to see a lifeless girl standing beside her. There was no trace of human breath on this shadow, and it exuded an unlucky cold aura.

She nodded, seemingly satisfied with her current state.

This is the effect of the spell that drove the success just now—to withdraw the soul from the body and give it the ability to move freely. Transformed into a shadow-like form, she stands on top of her unconscious "self" body. At her feet, her body, crouched in the center of the massive Rubik's Cube, which was constantly in motion, fell into a state of suspended animation.

It is a very dangerous act to hastily detach the soul from the body, which is the vessel that carries the soul and provides a bulwark of defense for the soul. The soul, on the other hand, is the core of the body, the center that drives the body and provides instructions for it. These two are important factors that make up a person, and they cannot be separated.

Without the protection of the body, the soul will be exposed to the unstable environment of the outside world, and although physical damage cannot hurt it without physical damage, it will become extremely vulnerable when faced with some spells. Even the "flash gun", which does little or no damage to entities, can easily damage spirits.

Becoming fragile, the same problem exists in the body that has lost its soul, and a container without its contents can easily attract the attention of something that has lost its original container. In addition to this, the soulless body will fall into a state of feigned death that is constantly weakening, and it is possible to weaken and die if it lasts too long.

Lizzie is confident that she will protect her soul from any damage in direct combat, but it is unknown what will happen to her consciousness when she moves away from her body. Just in case, she still needs to set up a Rubik's cube for protection, so as to protect her body's safety when consciousness leaves.

Souls with little weight also seem to be freed from the shackles of gravity, losing the protection of the "bulwark" of their bodies, and in exchange for superior mobility. Without the need to use her feet, she can move her body freely with just the direction of her consciousness, and Liki's apparition moves freely around the room, and ordinary obstacles are completely unable to hinder her body, which gives you a sense of openness at will.

The theory of the elemental system holds that the soul has the nature of a "wind" that tends to freedom, and perhaps it is this freedom from bondage that brings about an excessive sense of openness. The feeling was uncomfortable, and after wandering around the room for a while, Lizzie went straight through the wall to the outside world.

The eyes and ears of the soul can see much more than they can see with the eyes of the soul. Things that are normally difficult to observe with the naked eye become especially vivid in this monotonous black and white vision.

There was no one around, and if it were a physical world, you might only hear the croaking of insects, but now Lizzie's surroundings were not silent, and the wind blowing from nowhere was mixed with the sound of electromagnetic noise. Wailing, laughter, singing...... A lot of unclear noisy sounds are mixed in this crackling electric current. The voices come and go, making it difficult to discern what these chaotic voices are trying to say.

The Catrice Academy didn't change much in Lizzie's eyes compared to the day, and the thick darkness like oil filled the entire sky, enveloping the surrounding Qiē. Street lamps, building lamps, and qiē lights were extremely dazzling in the thick darkness, and the incandescent light snatched their own territory in the darkness, and the fiery light seemed to repel the inhabitants who crept into the night, refusing them to step into the circle of light for half a step.

Between the fierce contrast between black and white, there are a large number of gray fragments. These shattered pieces of glass are quite eye-catching, large and small, and the pieces are gathered or scattered as if they were alive, arranged and combined into many special shapes.

These are the remnants of the memories left by those who have intersected with this place, and their actions here are engraved in the memories of the past. Thoughts and memories are fragments of the soul that are left behind, combining perceptions of the past in places that no one knows.

On the margins of these residual thoughts, there are many dark shadows as deep as ink, outlining many illusory buildings in places where nothing originally existed. These houses and pavilions that are not even clear are not physical objects, but afterimages constructed by multiple residual thoughts.

There are too many afterimages flowing in this land, and the overlapping afterimages are mixed together and merge into the darkness that cannot be dissolved around them. This is a common feature of historical places, where powerful thoughts and memories stay in these places, constantly interpreting scenes from past time and space.

But Lizzie wasn't here for sightseeing, and she didn't have to pay any attention to the afterimages, and the constant noise in her ears was annoying, but she didn't take them to heart. Her body was entangled in an inauspicious cold aura, turning into a black shadow and wandering along the road.

The night was getting darker, but after leaving the dormitory area, there were still many people on the streets of the college. However, on the physical plane, they did not notice that the shadow of the human figure unhurriedly circled out of the range of the street lamp, and then passed by them.

Hiding in the dark, Liqi secretly stared at the scene in the academy in the night, and the passers-by were just doing their own thing at their own pace. Regardless of what can only be seen through the vision of the soul, these people and events are one of the daily calm night scenes of the Academy, without any anomalies.

She wasn't wandering around the academy aimlessly, and before she came out, she had set her sights on the art building where she was hiding during the day when she was following Danvers. The door to the basement was heavily guarded, but she did not appear on it a Rubik's cube to prevent souls from passing through guò.

What was in the basement to keep humans out?

The pattern of the surrounding environment changes in the flickering fragments, and the ordinary scenery becomes unfamiliar. According to her own memory, Lizzie walked on the path that she had traveled many times. The soul moves enough to rival a full-powered regular car, and in a short time, the destination is already in sight.

To her surprise, the art building was more than just a single building, it was surrounded by a large number of dark fragments. These fragments are connected and turned together to form the outline of an old building. The phantom of the old building is larger than the Art Building, and it covers the Art Building like a cover.

As Lizzie approached the overlapping building, its entrance had been sealed with several seals and turns, and even the windows of the hallway above the second floor were almost all nailed with thick wooden planks. There is also a circle of barricades around it, which makes it clear that it is "dangerous here, it is forbidden to enter".

There is no way around the illusions constructed by these residual consciousnesses. The entities of the physical world are hindered by the walls of matter, and the souls of the void are blocked by the illusions of these consciousnesses. That's why Lizzie was reluctant to take care of these afterimages before.

But now the illusion was in front of her, and she couldn't ignore it if she didn't want to.

The cacophony that had been accompanying her became clearer, and the "wind" that brought these sounds seemed to be pouring out from the depths of the phantom. Lizzie approached the building quietly, looking left and right at the structure of the phantom walls, searching for a path into it.

The art building is a new school building built in recent years, but before it was built, there should have been another old building on the land, and the phantom that now looms over the art building should be the image when it was about to be demolished. All entrances and exits of the building were sealed, except for a small gap in the far corner of the wall, where even Lizzie's figure had to crawl forward to enter.

With no other way, Lizzie had no choice but to climb through the hole into the illusionary building. This "entrance" leads to a room full of worn-out furniture, with tables, chairs, benches, or tattered cabinets with missing arms and legs. These artifacts are all made of illusory materials, and they and muddy dark fragments make up the entire interior of this illusion building.

If this building were in reality, it would have been covered with dust in its current state. Lizzie was reluctant to walk in such a place, as she had to move as little as possible with each step to avoid making herself disgraced.

"It's such an uncomfortable place"

Even now she is in a state of soul, and the troublesome situation makes Lizzie complain about the "by-products" brought about by the long history of the academy. It is precisely because of the long history that the residual thoughts accumulated here will be so rich, to the disgusting Cheng dù.

This isn't the first time Lizzie has entered an area made of fragments, and the countless thoughts that stay in different times have made the space extremely unstable. That's why she's reluctant to pay attention to the remnants of the elephants, a space where she has to beware of mutations at every step.

The longer the time passes, the more noticeable this phenomenon becomes in the building, and walking in the phantom of the building, images of different periods continue to emerge around Lizzie. The images are switched, and they are still stuck in their own time, and their own stories are staged over and over again.

These are all illusions of nothingness, and even the surging darkness is only the dregs left over from the exhaustion of thoughts. Ignoring their existence, Lizzie searches for a way to the art of the actual existence.

"Where are you from?"

Suddenly, the wind-like empty words blew in the hollow sounded in her ears.

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