Just seeing the ghost girl, Xitan Pulan was deeply fascinated by her pure and light figure.
Her normally calm and composed face was tinged with a faint blush due to a sudden and intense desire to possess her. Xitan Pulan even felt her breathing quicken a bit, and her gaze beca fervent and bright—
—like seeing a particularly beloved cat in a cat café, filled with thoughts of "Ah Wei died," not wanting to leave once she started petting it, yearning to take it ho with her.
It seed that the silently wandering ghost girl noticed Xitan Pulan’s gaze and curiously turned her attention towards her.
She seed to have sensed sothing.
After just one step towards Xitan Pulan, she floated over with an ethereal leap. She circled around Xitan Pulan curiously, sniffing the air.
She was like a balloon, moving a bit faster, floating up like a fish. But she didn’t give off a clumsy feeling—her skirt and slender, pale legs swayed and wrapped around Xitan Pulan.
After circling around Xitan Pulan three or four tis, she gently landed on the ground.
She was quite a bit shorter than Xitan Pulan. Now clutching her skirt, she looked up at Xitan Pulan with a carefree smile and politely curtsied:
"Hello, the Pale Princess’s dance partner!
"I’m Bofis! My full na is Bofis Cecilia, and I currently don’t have a title. I am a wind dancer!"
Ms. Bofis, upon seeing Xitan Pulan, was obviously very happy and extrely excited, "I haven’t seen soone who can see in such a long ti!"
"I am called Xitan Pulan."
Xitan Pulan politely replied, "However, don’t wizards co here often?"
"I am not a normal spiritual body, they can’t see ..."
Bofis pouted, her emotions suddenly dipping: "Only the followers of the Pale Princess can see ..."
... just as quickly as her mood had risen.
In the blink of an eye, she beca lively again and reached out her hand to Xitan Pulan, saying expectantly, "Can you touch ? Can you feel ?
"Even just talking with would be nice... Are you here for sothing? I can take you to find it!"
Just like a little dog excited at its owner’s return, hugging their legs and bouncing nonstop.
Xitan Pulan now had a full auntie’s smile on her face.
She squinted her eyes, murmuring unconsciously:
"... I kind of want to take her away."
From the live stream window, this sentence was heard distinctly clear, and the comnts in front of Xitan Pulan’s screen started flying up like a scroll:
"— Damn, soone is kidnapping a ghost girl here!"
"— Hold up, according to the age of elves or the existence ti of ghosts, this doesn’t count as a ’girl’ right...?"
"— What nonsense are you talking about, as long as she looks good, isn’t she a girl?"
"— I actually thought you were the most normal among these girls before, but I didn’t expect..."
"— Wenwen, be normal..."
"— I think I just heard a ’Sss ha sss ha,’ is it my imagination?"
Xitan Pulan completely ignored these shaless comnts.
She simply showed a very gentle smile and reached out her hand towards Bofis’s extended hand.
The next mont, she felt her soul tremble.
Just as if she had used the ability "Pale Body"... she felt her soul being directly pulled out of her body by Bofis.
Xitan Pulan looked back—only to find her own body that she left in place, fell forward weakly, kneeling and drooping its head to the ground. Then it slowly toppled to the side.
In those half-closed eyes, the light suddenly went out; they weakly blinked and then closed heavily. If it weren’t for the faint rise and fall of her chest, Xitan Pulan might even think she suddenly died...
... Should I find a place to dispose of the unused body first?
Such a thought flashed through Xitan Pulan’s mind for a mont.
But she quickly dismissed it.
Compared to her own body, accompanying a cute girl was sowhat more important.
After all, no strangers would co by later.
Hey, wizard and Defu? Can you see the live broadcast?
"—Can you hear ? I’ll leave my body in your care..."
Xitan Pulan lowered his voice and said softly.
Bofis asked curiously, "What did you say?"
"It was just talking to myself, don’t mind ."
Xitan Pulan, with a gentleness Jiu’er had never seen before, reached out and directly embraced Bofis, saying with a smile, "eting such a cute ghost... I’m really very happy."
"...I’m happy too,"
Bofis said softly, her face flushed.
Although she was startled by being embraced from behind by a stranger she had just t.
But this slight discomfort and nervousness were nothing compared to finally eting a "companion" who could respond to her words and touch her.
The feeling of being held again... was so moving that she almost wanted to cry out.
Although the embrace was just as cold and lacked warmth.
But the warmth in his words was enough to warm her heart.
"Do you have sowhere to go? Are you searching for sothing? Or trying to collect so effects? I can take you!"
Bofis looked at Xitan Pulan with a pitiful gaze.
Her light spiritual body was much more adept at navigating than Xitan Pulan’s—she could fly freely at will, even without wings, a skill Xitan Pulan had not yet mastered.
But by rely pulling on Xitan Pulan, she could make him fly with her.
...It was like a golden retriever biting its leash, tugging at its owner’s pant leg, trying to head towards the door.
"I’m here to collect so effects,"
Xitan Pulan said warmly, "Speaking of which... Bofis, what is this place? I want to start from the beginning."
"If you’re asking about the original na of this scenery, it was called Nosaint Valley. At least in the Third Era, it was still called that.
"And if you’re asking what we call this area now... you could call it the ’Specin Archive’, or ’Nightmare Base’, ’Encapsulated Record Tape’. I don’t know what you call it now..."
"...Specin Archive?"
Xitan Pulan’s interest was piqued, and he asked curiously, "Specifically, what is its function?"
"...It’s exactly what it sounds like."
Hearing Xitan Pulan’s words, Bofis looked sowhat confused and awkwardly gestured, "It’s... the base for nightmares."
Suddenly Xitan Pulan realized sothing.
"Are you saying... there’s a nightmare here?"
"It’s a communal nightmare, not a nightmare."
Bofis corrected him, "The Specin Archive is a type of technology we used back in the day... Since it also involved cursed technology, you might have abandoned it by now.
"...Hmm, do you know the essence of nightmares?"
Upon hearing this, Xitan Pulan decisively shook his head.
"How about cursed technology?"
Xitan Pulan shook his head again.
"Do you know about the Dream Realm?"
Xitan Pulan shook his head once more.
"—Wizard broadcaster, followed."
"—This is probably what they call ’three questions, three ignorances’..."
"—Because you know, that’s why you don’t know. It’s philosophical."
...Damn it, you make it sound as if you know the answers.
Xitan Pulan couldn’t help mumbling to himself.
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