Fifth personality SwanLake

Chapter 120 Inflammation. The Secret of Ashes

A few hours after Emily and Marta had finished resting, an unexpected visitor came to visit them.

A nightingale approached quietly, and the moment it landed, purple mist enveloped it.

After the purple mist dissipated, a stunning woman appeared in the field of vision. Although her appearance was very beautiful, the bottom of her skirt was made of cages.

She wore a nightingale gold silk mask, her fair face revealed an unhealthy condition, and her lips were covered with bright red lip balm.

Its eyes are bright, its wings are like silk, and its voice is like strings.

"Dear guests, we are about to start the next game, which takes place at the Minerva Military Factory."

When Ms. Nightingale finished her sentence, Emma's green pupils shrank, and the movement of tinkering with the toolbox in her hand also stopped.

"To make it more challenging, we put the generators in more dangerous places."

Ms. Nightingale's emotionless tone seemed to be a death sentence, and everyone couldn't help but get nervous.

"Ms. Nightingale, may I ask if you can save my brother from turning into a monster."

When Emily saw Ms. Nightingale's appearance, it was like seeing a savior. She was able to heal Neb's fracture last time, so it must be possible this time, right?
Ms. Nightingale glanced indifferently at Nebu, who was sitting in the corner far away from the survivors, and said in a lazy tone, "If you want me to make him not turn into a monster, that's fine."

"But if I do, he'll die instantly."

"The wolf that bit him has already parasitized in his body, and he is already dead. It is the wolf parasitic in his body that gave him vitality."

Emily's face turned pale immediately, Marta's golden eyes were filled with worry, Emma put away the toolbox, "Ms. Nightingale, can Mr. Pearson's hand still be saved?"

Her voice is soft, like cotton candy, but if you ignore the strange emotion that is about to overflow from her eyes, then she really looks like an angel.

"If you or he can survive this game, I'll fix him."

"Now I help him treat part of it first, and I can only hold some light and small things first."

Ms. Nightingale's words were extremely alluring, and the hope that had been smothered in Pierson's eyes was once again ignited, and he still had a chance to restore his hand to its original appearance.

Emma smiled and agreed.

*
There will be no such day.

The transition between prey and hunter is only at that moment.

*
Lady Nightingale sang old songs.

It's as wonderful as birds flying through the jungle, as if fish are playing in the lake, as if deer are drinking the stream in groups, as if in a dream.

"O lost traveler."

"May the beautiful voice of the nightingale accompany you to gradually fall asleep and find yourself."

A purple mist enveloped everyone, and the nightingale's voice lulled people to sleep peacefully like a lullaby.

*
When everyone woke up, they found that they were no longer in their refuge. The surrounding area was deserted and devastated. This place was a ruin that was forgotten by people. When they stepped into it, they could smell the smell of gunpowder in the air.

Those steam devices, as well as the bullet casings scattered on the ground, reveal everything that happened in the past.

Crows are perched on the charred branches, their black wings ready to open at any moment, chasing their bleeding prey.

"Back to the fear of being dominated by these eerie buildings."

Helena smiled helplessly. The scene of this game doesn't seem to have too many buildings, and the area is also many times smaller than the Forest of No Return.

Emma took everyone to observe the topography of this place with ease. Emma was as familiar with it as she was visiting her own back garden.

Also explaining where to hide.

Where can slip regulators.

Knowing that his arm was still saved, Pearson changed his previous decadence and began to integrate into Emma's small class. Naibu was still far away from the crowd, his eyes were dim, like a lonely warrior, he did not want to be with anyone. deal with.

Nabu carefully observed the surrounding situation.

Because the natural keen sense of the wolf allows him to understand the surrounding situation more comprehensively, and the wolf's keen sense of smell and hearing are serving him.

"he came."

Nebu's voice was deep and hoarse, and his scarlet eyes were hollow like a pool of stagnant water.

He had already heard the sound of the monster coming this way, and everyone else became vigilant.

Seeing that she had almost explained the terrain here, Emma clapped her hands and picked up the toolbox on the ground.

"I act alone."

Emma used a tone that could not be refuted.

"No. Miss Emma can't... alone."

Pearson looked at Emma nervously. This was not the time to play his temper. If Miss Emma acted alone, there would be no one to protect her in case of danger. This was something he decided not to allow.

"I don't want to protect people with disabilities."

Emma seemed to mutter unintentionally, but it turned into a sharp sword and pierced Pierson's heart full of holes again.

So what if she is riddled with holes, as long as she is happy.

(End of this chapter)