Chapter 322: The Curse Cellar

"...Winter and Frost Whisper?"

Annan was slightly startled and murmured in a low voice.

He suddenly recalled... He seemed to have heard the surname "Shuangyu" somewhere before.

Yes, he remembered.

That was the first time Annan met the Skeleton Lord, when he introduced himself to the Skeleton Lord... The Skeleton Lord once said to Annan, "You will be 'Shuangyu' sooner or later."

...Do you want to become a dragon in the future?

Therefore, the old grandmother will use the dragon language to talk to herself...

So after meeting the requirements of the old grandmother, it will evolve into... that is to make oneself from Winter to Frost?

"I don't know if Pophis can speak dragon language..."

Annan muttered.

"—Annan must be human."

On the other hand, citalopram replied with unusual certainty.

That momentum even made Boffis shake a little, "Yes, yes..."

"Yes, without a doubt."

Citalopram nodded and answered affirmatively.

—Because he didn't trigger my outside radar.

Concerned about his cold and elegant image of a lady, citalopram did not say this directly.

She paused for a while, and temporarily changed the subject, "Don't talk about this, let's talk about business first..."

"What's the matter?"

Boffis tilted her head, "Do you want to see the place where the holy bones were stored?"

"That one I really want to see, but the more important thing is the 'Frost Whisperer's Frozen Blood'."

Citalopram has a very clear understanding of primary and secondary. They came here in order to obtain materials for Annan, and even triggered side quests... This is obviously to be completed in the first place.

As for the holy skeleton, it is obviously a key item related to the main storyline that follows.

At least until her own strength reaches a certain level, she will not trigger this quest.

Under the circumstance that all his actions may have irreversible effects on everyone... Citalopram believes that this is the caution that everyone should have.

"I have to bring back what my friends need first..."

Citalopram gave a wry smile and explained two more sentences, "Annan is not only my friend, but also my boss.

"In order to pick you up next time, I at least have to complete the task that the boss entrusted to me."

"Well, no problem."

Boffis replied cheerfully.

She paused slightly and added, "But these two things... are actually in the same place."

"……where?"

"Silverstone Curse Cellar."

"The only curse cellar in this city," Porphys replied softly.

"What is the curse cellar?"

"It's the place to transform and store curse energy..."

She looked at the huge void outside the city with a complicated expression and said nothing.

Just whispered, "It used to be the biggest building here...and now it's the deepest scar in the city."

At this time, the child in the public nightmare also just ended a stage of practice.

He breathed a sigh of relief and subconsciously looked at the dazzling giant device.

Ah, I'm still a little concerned...

What the hell is that thing?

It was a huge building at least thirty or forty stories high, even in a modern city it could be considered towering.

And it is not a boxy structure like a residential building.

From the outside, it looks a bit like a huge snail shell with an opening upside down on the ground.

It was getting dark now.

But the city did not become pitch black.

On the hillside outside the city, he could see very clearly—

Colorful neon lights light up in sequence in the city of elves.

The child could barely see that the end of the "street lamp" connected to the earth was narrow and short, only as high as the elves' knees, and even thinner than their calves.

On this single "stick", there is a hollow vessel with a glass-like shell that can fully hold a person. It was filled with a single-colored liquid pouring in from the ground, shining with light.

These "street lamps", shaped like sausages, flash with steady shimmers of pink, red, blue or purple, dyeing passersby into strange colors.

Although the flow of people in the city was relatively sparse, the elves did not return home because of the night. On the contrary, the children even saw that the number of passersby began to gradually increase.

……no doubt.

If it is said that this abnormal cyber scene may be a problem in which link... it can only be the huge snail device that continuously extracts certain substances from the ground.

What energy does it extract?

Just one such "power station" can supply the daily needs of a city...

"... Julian?"

Noticing the child's gaze, Boffis, who had been with him, tilted her head and jumped around in front of the child, "Do you still want to go to the curse cellar?"

Is that the power plant called the curse cellar?

"Ok."

The child didn't know what Julian wanted to do in the curse cellar, but nodded silently.

"Now, maybe it's okay?"

Boffis blinked and said lightly, "The workers in the curse cellar should have already left work.

"Why don't... let's go on an adventure? You've learned Sky Strike anyway! As long as we get back here before Mom comes back, she won't know that we've left!"

"But your mother... teacher, what did she do?"

The child followed Boffis's words and asked, "What if she didn't go far and suddenly came back?"

"...Probably not."

When Boffis heard what the child said, her face suddenly became sad, and she said unsurely, "She walked so fast that she even left us here...I think...should...

"...Will you be back soon?"

No, you are wrong.

Just because she left the two of us here and left in a hurry, she must not have run far, and will be back soon.

you are still too young...

The child said silently in his heart.

But after this period of training, his acting skills have also improved significantly. No longer the Ou Huang who relies on luck to eat...

Then there was a hesitant expression on his face, "So what...?"

"go!"

After being silent for a while, the somewhat restless Boffis still made up her mind, "If your mother finds out, just say that I took you there!"

"it is good!"

The child was kind, and nodded.

"--walk around! Let's play, we won't practice anymore!"

Miss Porphys took his hand and cheered in front of him.

Such a familiar tone...

This even makes the child a little trance.

His childhood sweetheart used the same tone during the holidays. When he was about to start his homework, he took him to her house to play games.

This makes him the last two days of each vacation, he can only stay at home and copy Dongfang Yongye...

It was only after a long time that the child learned that his childhood sweetheart had already finished his homework every time he asked him to play...

For a while, he felt that he was a little indulged in this public nightmare and didn't really want to wake up.

Such a wonderful time...

...is this really a nightmare?

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