Realizing that citalopram didn't seem to know anything, Boface frowned in distress, and tapped her head: "I'm sorry, let me tell you from the beginning... I don't remember much of these things either...
"Well, you can probably understand that... all the history of this world will be stored in the 'dream world'. The dream world is a fragment of the world that only contains information, and it is closely connected with our world. The so-called 'nightmare' is just a dream A small part of history in the world is projected with the human soul as the cornerstone, and painted with curses...or filled.
"Curse energy... is not a very good energy source. It uses curses as a transmission medium to extract and preserve the power from the depths of the earth as energy."
"... If that's the case, won't Granny Burying Bone bother you?"
Citalopram couldn't help asking.
How does this sound vaguely like a magic bladder...
You also want to use the planet as a boat
Boface shook her head: "What we extract is not the energy of the earth, but the edge of the world below the earth. We first collect the curse dust through the curse energy windmill, and after special treatment, the solid curse dust The dust is driven into the depths of the earth, the depths of the depths..."
When she said this, she suddenly fell silent as if she had realized something.
But citalopram roughly understood what she meant.
In short, it is a very unstable and highly polluting energy source, right...
"What about the specimen storage library?"
Citalopram spoke gently, changing the embarrassing topic without a trace.
Sure enough, Boface said slowly and seriously: "The specimen storage library is artificially projecting a certain period of historical records... to create a nightmare that can be preserved for a long time.
"We Oser used to use a lot of spell energy. Just like you said, Grandma Buried Bones, Ms. Silence and Mr. Yao all came to stop us. But at that time... Finally, by the time we realized it, we had already absorbed it. Too many curses. Our civilization can no longer survive.
"But we plan to leave something behind. Books are not long enough, and stone tablets and crystals will be damaged. We finally chose to use this method to replace written records... to preserve our complete history in batches.
"And if you want to create a nightmare that can exist forever, you need enough 'silver souls' as a fulcrum..."
Boface gently opened her hands.
There was some melancholy in her eyes.
"...I was supposed to be one of the fulcrums."
She said softly and in a low voice: "If everything goes well, I won't be here alone for more than a thousand years. I was supposed to be a devotee, a seedbed of nightmares, a cornerstone of history...
"But now I... only I..."
Boface squatted down slowly, hugged her knees with her hands, lowered her head and murmured softly:
"I'm the only one... left behind by everyone. I'm so lucky and so unlucky...
"—Only me, did not die."
Boface's voice was extremely soft and light.
It was as if everyone agreed to commit suicide, but in the end she was the only one who survived.
As she whispered, citalopram saw some eerie, ineffable, nameless spirit beings... rising from the ruinous azure rocks around her.
That is not like herself or Boface, who has a good-looking soul that is almost the same as the appearance of the physical body.
Some are like large pieces of blueberry-flavored ○○q candy, and some are like stretched rice cakes.
The ghostly blue spirit body is extremely thin and long. It has no hands or feet...but it has many heads and an extremely slender "neck".
The ones with two heads, the ones with three heads, the ones with five heads, the ones with seven heads, the ones with eleven heads...the height also varies from three to four meters to more than twenty meters high.
Those heads are connected to the body with translucent blue tentacles.
The taller the "seagrass", the greater the number of heads.
But the number of heads seems to be a prime number.
…like a headstand giraffe with a lot of weird legs.
A wonderful metaphor suddenly popped up in citalopram's mind.
And the heads in each group of "giraffes" were whispering with the other heads in the same group, speaking a language that citalopram could not understand.
And at this time, citalopram suddenly noticed... an inexplicable primary influence called "Whispers of Elegance" appeared on him.
...Although those wizards can't see it, are these special spirit monsters everywhere in the ruins
Because these spirit bodies seemed to float out of the ground only because of Boface's emotions. If you don't have a pale body, you shouldn't be able to see them. It can only be noticed that the faint blue light on the ground seems to flow on the ground...
Looking at these weird spirit bodies, citalopram bit his right thumb nervously.
… Bad, too bad.
The shaking human-headed seaweed-like spiritual body not only made her feel free from fear, but also made her inexplicably feel a little cute...
This may be a problem with filters and color matching.
If it weren't for this beautiful, fairyland-like blue-green color scheme and hazy shimmer. If the surrounding environment and these "seaweeds with human heads" are replaced with a black and red viscous color scheme, even citalopram will feel a little scared.
Now she really wants to touch and see whether the touch of these "seaweeds with human heads" is bouncy or soft...
If you suddenly go over and touch them, you will definitely be regarded as a mental patient by other players...
I also want to take these home, what should I do—
But before that...
"Will you leave with me, Boface?"
Citalopram coughed lightly, squatted down and whispered to Boface who suddenly became depressed.
Tasks, influences, teammates... as long as you get Boface's favor, or even take Boface away, can't you get everything
This is the one-and-done move! (shock)
Hearing this, Boface raised her head with a swipe.
I saw a smile on her face, she didn't look like she was about to cry before: "Of course there is a way! After all, you are a follower of Princess Pale!
"When you get the magic spell of 'backup dancer', you must come back to me! I'm very powerful!"
... Will you fake cry
Oops, why does it feel cuter...
"... I will definitely be back!"
Citalopram obeyed his desire and replied firmly.
It turns out that the priest of Pale Princess can really bring ghost pets...
Sure enough, I did not believe in the wrong God!
This guy named Pale Princess... doesn't he understand it very well!
Although I have never met Princess Pale, nor have I heard the voice of the god I believe in, and I don't even know what Princess Pale looks like... But citalopram is inexplicably concerned about this cheap god that he assigned. A little favor.
The same sense of identity as when she was discussing the bad content of r18g with netizens.
I always feel that the pale princess...is a partner!