Strange Things: The Well of Desolation.

This artifact is rumored to be a treasure from the ancient High Elves.

It was one of the original three moon wells.

In the distant past, the goddess of the hunt, who represented the moon, dug three wells, which became sacred objects for the High Elves, and the water flowing from them was both the water blessed by the goddess and the moonlight itself.

But then the Moon Wells dried up, two of them disappeared into history, and the only one left withered and could no longer flow any Moon Spring.

However, the mystery it retains remains, and if enough magic is poured into the well, it can be blessed again.

It was a blessing from the goddess of the hunt, a reflection of the moon in the well, and under the desolate moonlight, nothing could be interfered with by outside forces.

The role of the Well of Desolation is not lethal, its role is self-preservation.

After the BloodClan got hold of the Well of Desolation, it didn't come in handy for many years.

The rumored Bloodclan to be able to 'atomize' and avoid all damage by transforming themselves into fog is actually a rumor, but it is not completely untargeted.

In history, in order to protect the blood clan, the blood demigods once used to sacrifice themselves to let the desolate moonlight shine on the land of Romania for nearly half a century, allowing it to avoid the most tragic stage of the demigod war.

Peggy sacrificed her own blood and magic to keep the moonlight to a minimum, causing her to transform into a white mist, avoiding all interference from the outside world.

She persevered in this way for nearly a month, and the soul of the blood clan was in the blood, and this continuous bloodletting made her soul and will like a candle that was about to burn out.

But they all persevered to this point.

She would rather let herself burn to ashes than bow to the comer behind her.

"You're going to keep going? But it doesn't make sense."

"I might as well tell you more bluntly, the person you have placed your hopes on has completely fallen into my trap."

The woman's voice in the darkness was indifferent, but also a little arrogant and ostentatious.

"No one can help you."

"No one will come to save you."

"You've always been in my hands, and it's hard to fly!"

She lifted her hand and held Peggy in the palm of her hand from a distance, as if she wanted to hold the moonlight.

"But while no one can save you, at least I'll remember you."

"No more wasted time, Peggy Frankimir."

"If you burn alone like this, who can you show the last remnant of light?"

In the past, these words were far from enough to shake Peggy's spirit.

But she's running out of oil.

Even if she wanted to never compromise for a moment, the deep tiredness in her heart made her spirit already exceed her limits, like a bicycle that has long since broken down, and every time you press the pedal, the chain may break and the axle will break every time you stumble on the road.

She's already on the verge of falling apart.

Despair would be the last weight that dragged her into the depths.

Peggy has put almost all her hopes on her friends, hoping that someone will come to save her and find out the truth.

But she also knew very well how slim this hope was, just how Angelica and Fredrica could be the opponents of the femme fatale in front of her, thinking about that scene, it was simply a reproduction of the joke of the century of "I beat the".

"Yes......

Peggy muttered, "Is that so...... Sure enough, she's not your opponent." The result was already expected, and there were not many surprises.

The moonlight became dim.

The moon in the Well of Desolation became more broken.

The aperture closes, and the figure standing on the edge bathes in darkness, yes

He took two steps forward in an approaching manner, standing on the edge of the moonlight, constantly compressing the living space.

The killer smiled faintly.

She felt that she was close to success.

"I have to admit that the helper you chose is a smart man."

"Admittedly, but it is precisely because of intelligence that people are overconfident and conceited about their discoveries and inferences."

"Most smart people are conceited and arrogant, and sometimes all you need to mislead them is a gentle word, a movement, and a look."

"Then they will be convinced of the conclusions they have come to when they think about it, but they don't know that it is just a trap."

Peggy's breathing grew weaker and weaker, and the moonlight in her eyes became darker and darker.

The killer took a few steps closer again, staring at the moonlight that was about to shatter in the well of desolation.

It's close.

It's closer.

As long as you can get to that place......

She licked her lips silently and continued to speak, "He's very good, but it's a pity that excellent people are always easy to be blinded...... So, he won't come, there's no point in your waiting......

At this moment, the broken moonlight suddenly froze.

In the desolate moonlight, Peggy held the sword, and she slowly turned her head, raised her eyes, and looked in the direction of the murderer.

The flame that was about to be extinguished in his eyes was rekindled.

「…… He?"

The girl asked in a whisper.

In Roman

His pronunciation is different from hers, and he can hear the difference clearly.

But Peggy is pretty sure that her letter was only sent to her roommate, and there was definitely no other sex in it.

This subtle mistake turned into a contradictory doubt, enveloping Peggy, restraining her mind from falling in the abyss of despair, like a rock climber grabbing a branch that shouldn't be there, and casting a staring gaze at the cliff.

"Who is he?"

The murderer was stunned.

After a brief pause, she quickly realized that she had made a mistake.

I also preconceived that Bai Yu's words and believed that he was the helper and detective that Peggy had found.

But Peggy didn't know about his existence at all, let alone that there would be a young man who had crossed the river for five hundred years and followed the torrent of fate.

The murderer's eyes flickered, trying to step over this ephemeral fallacy.

No matter who Bai Yu is, it doesn't matter to her, the important thing is that he has won, he has been misled.

Don't wait for the murderer to speak.

The desolate moonlight refocused on Peggy's shoulders, and she lifted her cheeks and stared silently in the direction of the killer. She spoke suddenly.

"I see."

"The one who was anxious ......"

"It's you."

Peggy stared at the murderer, her weak expression revealing a faint mockery, "You tried to shake me, but this only exposed your own vacillation."

The killer narrowed his eyes, "It's just a simple fallacy, and you're trying to bet your hopes on it, but what's the point?"

"No one will come to save you anymore."

"Not today, not tomorrow, not the day after tomorrow...... You'll wither here, whether you're draining your last drop of blood or burning all your magic to ashes."

The same words fell into the ears.

This time, Peggy doesn't have time to care about the murderer's arguments.

Instead, he asked quietly.

"The guy you talked about."

「…… Is it Mr. White?"

The murderer did not respond, his body bathed in darkness, like a ghostly ghost with no breath or heartbeat.

Peggy's face was even paler than the ghost.

Silence is also an answer.

She also somehow guessed that person should be Mr. Bai.

Maybe it's because

, during the time she was studying at the Royal Academy, in her not very long life.

Apart from the people in the dormitory, only the Oriental made the deepest impression on him.

"Peggy Frankimir......" The killer loses the last patience: "You will die here, and you will not be remembered by anyone."

"Really?" Peggy asked rhetorically.

"You're going to die here." The murderer repeated it again, not as an argumentative sentence, but as if it were a kind of gritted teeth and cold resentment.

"Really?"

The same two words rang out again.

But the direction it came from was diametrically opposite.

Empty empty empty ——!

In a not too dull echo, a warm glow that was the opposite of the pale and cold moonlight shone on the pitch-black room.

The light poured down the steps, as if paving a path of light that converged.

The road stretched straight ahead, and a black-haired youth walked in the backlight.

The light shone from behind him, so that the shadow stretched long, like a sharp sword, piercing into the darkness, cutting the darkness in two.

Bai Yu moved his wrist and walked into this dim place.

He didn't have a half-playful look, raised his hand, patted his shoulder lightly, and swept away the insignificant dust.

Behind the way, on those invisible paths, there is blood flowing and the undead wailing.

"Go on."

He said lightly, "I'm listening."

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