The Elf Guide is in my heart

The sky is gray and depressing. ..

Ning looked up at the sky that had lasted forever. Ning knew that he had once again landed in this strange illusion.

Everything about the ancient temple and the ancient town that came for the second time is as clear as yesterday's dream, engraved in the memory and even the soul, indelible.

But for some reason, the clouds were so dark that they spun into a terrifying shape, blocking all the sunlight and making the entire sky seem like it was about to collapse at any moment.

The once peaceful crowd around him was no longer there, replaced by a dead silence. There was no life within Ning's sight, neither humans nor Pokémon existed.

But this time, the situation was completely different from the previous two encounters with the deep sea and the man in white.

Ning slowly raised his hand and stroked his face, the cold sweat dripping from nervousness and panic gently touching his fingertips.

It was cold sweat. Although it brought the temperature from the body at first, the sudden drop of coldness around him took away the only heat. It was like a knife scratching his face, and it was extremely painful.

Ning's fingers touched the ice involuntarily, like touching the ice in an ice cave.

Only then did he realize that he had nothing on him except a thin white robe.

My bare feet felt extremely cold, like the coldness and excitement of a place of death.

Perception, complete control of the body, is no longer a pure soul and consciousness, no longer residing in other people's bodies. Although it is not a physical body, it is still a controllable translucent soul body.

Ning couldn't help but sigh, this illusion was becoming more and more real.

Two different places, the same city, but the city in front of them has turned into a completely dead city.

If you smell it carefully, there is a shuddering breath of death in the air, but no matter how long you search, you can't find the source. The source is chilling, weird and terrifying.

Ning's body was trembling. He never knew where this place was, what kind of season it was in that caused the temperature to be so cold, and where the residents of this city had gone and why they disappeared for no reason.

Could it be that the tragedy of that lost ancient city happened here again?

Although Ning was not an archaeologist, he understood that the ancient city in front of him was definitely older than the ancient city he entered by mistake.

"By the way, my body"

"Hey~." Ning sighed helplessly, remembering his tragic experience.

The sigh he exhaled turned into warm breath, visible to the naked eye in the air, but after a few seconds, it was replaced by little cold crystals, dissipating in the air.

Ning felt very cold. He didn't know what he should do. His legs kept shaking and it was extremely difficult to move a step.

His consciousness also began to blur, and he curled up on the ground, unable to move.

"This, am I going to die again?"

Ning kept breathing and rubbing his hands, but the coldness around him did not decrease by half. The cold air gnawed at his remaining will, took away the last temperature in his body, and destroyed the last line of defense of his soul.

Ning thought that by coming to this strange place, his crisis would be resolved, but he never expected that this would be his second death.

Struggling painfully, dying powerlessly, without any method, lonely, pitiful, sad, quietly waiting for death to come.

"Since there is death on both sides, why do you want me to come to this strange place?"

"Why did I come to the elf world?"

"I remember there was a main hall in the center of this ancient city. In the main hall, that person, the person who called me child, where is she?"

Ning raised his head, opened his eyes wide, and looked in the direction of the main hall. There were people who met him twice in that place.

But the vision in front of him was already blurry. Ning's thinking ability dropped sharply, and sleepiness swept over his mind again. However, her image and voice were always remembered. What appeared in his mind at this moment was Ning's last persistence. .

Ning remembered that she saved the lives of Ning and the giant needle bee the first time.

After having physical contact with the strange Kati dog, both Ning and the giant needle bee suffered unpredictable and dangerous mutations.

But it was her voice, her presence, that saved her from danger.

Based on Ning's previous speculations, can she still save herself this time?

In her body, Ning felt tranquility, gentleness and kindness. Ning did not believe that she would not turn a blind eye to her own life and death.

She is as unfathomable as a god, an old immortal with a two-skinned face who wants to live forever, and dreams of unifying the world. She must have a way to deal with it and help her get her own body back.

But where is she? Why can't I sense her at all? Is the abnormality at this moment inextricably related to her?

Ning didn't know. He only knew that if she didn't appear again, he would really die. This strange world seemed unable to bring him magical opportunities. Flashdance..

But the moment Ning finally closed his eyes, Ning suddenly felt something appeared in his blurred vision.

It was a patch of blood red, a stream of blood, in front of it, heading towards Ning.

The flow of blood was very slow, but Ning discovered that there was an inexplicable abnormality in the blood flow.

This blood flow did not penetrate into the earth, nor did it flow with gravity. It was completely directed in the direction of Ning.

Ning wanted to run, because anyone who saw such a strange scene wanted to leave quickly, especially in such a bad situation.

But on the other hand, Ning wanted to get closer, because the blood flow was very warm, and Ning's body seemed to instinctively want to get closer.

Two completely different ideas appeared in his mind, but Ning's choice was to wait quietly and return his fate to fate.

At this moment, he was really tired and couldn't do anything.

The sudden flow of blood got closer and closer to Ning, until finally, when Ning was curled up on the ground and surrounded by blood, Ning finally woke up suddenly.

"This blood" Ning opened his eyes.

The warmth from under his feet dispelled the cold and gave him the strength to stand up.

Ning stood up quickly. At the same time, his hands that were raised from the ground were covered with blood. He observed the blood carefully.

Soon, Ning discovered the magic of this blood. It didn't smell like any blood, it was very warm, just the right amount of warmth, which made people feel calm.

Moreover, when I put the blood in front of my eyes and stared at it for a long time, I felt calm and did not have any strange feeling like looking directly at the blood.

This blood does not enter the earth, does not evaporate into the air, and seems to have golden light flowing in the blood, which looks very magical.

"This is" Ning stepped on these "magical blood", and in just an instant, he recovered most of his vision and physical strength.

After he immediately noticed the direction of the blood flow in front of him, an idea appeared in his mind, whether this blood flow was the key to the secret of this foreign land.

After all, relying on the magical power in his blood, Ning miraculously came back to life.

"Is this giving me directions? Or is it some kind of hint?"

"And this blood actually has a sense of intimacy that is a hundred times stronger than those of those artifacts. Is it difficult to identify the owner of this blood?"

The doubts in his heart were temporarily suppressed, and Ning planned to follow the direction of the blood flow to see what was at the source.

Ning carefully stepped on the blood flow and walked forward slowly. He tried not to step on the cold stone slabs. The cold made him feel even more painful.

Following the direction of the blood flow, it was not difficult for Ning to find the source of the blood, which seemed to be at the temple ahead.

Ning stepped up his pace, even running wildly all the way, because Ning looked back from time to time and found that the blood in his back had mysteriously disappeared, as if it had never appeared.

Only the blood in front of him and the blood in front of him still existed. Every time he took a step or moved, a section of the blood behind his feet would disappear.

This phenomenon undoubtedly further confirmed Ning's previous guess that someone was guiding him, hoping that he could go where that person wanted.

But who could this person be and why would he adopt such a method?

Is it "her"? But why does "she", who is like a god, adopt such a method? According to the previous practice, isn't it just a matter of calling yourself?

"Use blood to guide you. Could it be that she has already encountered it?"

Ning quickly shook his head. Before obtaining absolute intelligence and conclusive evidence, he did not want to make too many unfounded inferences at this time.

But when Ning saw the stream of blood flowing straight out from the entrance of the temple, and stepped on the blood, he felt strange and complicated feelings in his heart.

Is it grief? Reluctance? Sadness? Regret? Helplessness? Or is it a kind of anger?

Ning didn't know, he felt as if all his emotions were being aroused, making him unbearably depressed.

Until Ning started to climb the stairs, he was shocked by what he saw in front of him. All the emotions in his heart were difficult to suppress and exploded at the same time.

The thing in front of me is clearly a giant needle wasp.

Although the twin needles exude an icy chill, Ning can be sure that this is "his

"Big Sting Bee, there is absolutely no possibility of admitting your mistake.

In other words, this giant needle bee is another elf belonging to itself.

The Needle Bee was lying quietly beside the blood stream. The origin of life was gradually passing away from it, and death was not far away from it.

"How could this happen? What happened here?"

"I remember that this giant needle bee is the elf of a man who looks exactly like me. So since the giant needle bee is lying here at this moment, does it mean that the other me has also encountered some kind of crisis?"

Ning was helpless about the death of the big sting wasp in front of him. The closer he got to the temple, if Ning's feet stepped on the ground that was not outside the blood flow, the huge pain would put Ning in danger, and it was possible that he might even lose his soul. .

At the same time, Ning now has no physical body, just a condensed soul body.

But he couldn't bear to watch the giant needle bee die in front of his eyes. He had no choice but to escape forward.

But when he saw a dissipating Gengar, Ning's heart completely fell into a great madness.

There is no doubt that someone is killing these elves that Ning is familiar with, although strictly speaking, they are not Ning's elves.

But the life connection that spans time and space makes Ning firmly believe that these elves must have some kind of connection with himself. They all have the same configuration. Ning believes that "they" are the "previous life" of this life.

But Ning was still unable to do anything about it. He could only continue running and comfort himself that this was just an illusion. How could his elf die?

"What happened to her and him in this place? What happened?"

When Ning finally climbed to the gate of the temple, Ning saw a scene that he could not have expected until his death.

The man who looked exactly like him stood quietly in front of him, looking at himself, and seemed to be looking at the sleepy ancient city behind him.

His eyes and expression were completely opposite to Ning's previous impression. There was no longer any respect and peace, but instead a kind of darkness that penetrated the soul and a coldness as cold as the ghost of hell.

The source of the "breath of death" turned out to be the person in front of him.

"It's my fault."

Ning's trembling pupils showed the scene in front of him, which shocked his soul. He was almost speechless. In those brief seconds, his mind went blank.

Another "Ning", his hands were covered with blood.

He held a huge horn in one hand and a golden mask in the other.

That horn belonged to Nidoking, and Ning was extremely familiar with it.

The mask belonged to her, and the blood on it came from the same source as the one Ning stepped on.

"You, what on earth did you do?"

"Why do you want to kill your own elf?"

"What did you do to her?"