As this news is fermenting.
Yi Hao, the chief priest of the Holy City, was secretly escorted out of the city by a Deity foxtail.
His destination is the gathering place of the succubus clan where Lu Xiao is currently located.
When he arrived at his destination, Lu Xiao happened to be away.
After meeting with the natural disaster who stayed here, and knowing that Lu Xiao would be back soon, Yi Hao was not in a hurry.
He moved directly into Wenrou Township.
And here is Lu Xiao.
He arrived alone at the home of the raven, the bush.
The blurry figure still sat in the middle of the bushes.
Compared to the last time Lu Xiao came here.
Less than half of the ravens here have regained their feathers.
These feathered ravens fluttered their wings and dispersed as soon as they saw Lu Xiao.
The remaining ravens hid behind the blurry figure with fear in their eyes.
Lu Xiao While pouring the eyeballs into the pit to store the souls of the Balrog clan, he used the corner of his eyes to look at the figure who was constantly weaving feathers.
There was one thing that made him particularly curious.
That is the light blue transparent silk thread in the figure's hand.
This kind of silk thread can be woven into a piece of black feathers in the hands of the figure in less than a few seconds.
And Lu Xiao didn't see anything like a ball of thread around him.
But that figure has endless threads.
After a long time, Lu Xiao finished dumping the eyeballs he brought this time.
After doing all this, Lu Xiao carefully folded the bag and put it in a close-fitting pocket.
This bag is a treasure.
He snatched it from Amelia.
The internal space has been processed, and it looks like a storage bag in a novel.
The entire Balrog clan and all living eyeballs are stored in this bag.
The principle is actually very simple.
It is Magic Circle that depicts a zoom space inside the bag.
Of course, this places high demands on the material of the bag itself.
In the whole hell, only Amelia has this thing.
Not even those Deity from the royal family.
This is something Amelia has always been proud of.
But it doesn't matter, it belongs to Lu Xiao now.
After putting the bag away, Lu Xiao did not leave immediately.
He took a groping step toward the blurry figure.
There was a momentary pause in the movement of the figure's hands.
Then the other party's voice sounded in Lu Xiao's mind.
"Get out!"
Be concise and concise.
But Lu Xiao naturally wouldn't leave so easily.
Suddenly, an idea came to his mind.
That is this blurry figure, just a projection of a certain existence.
So I won't take action against him.
At least for now, the other party appears to be very kind.
Lu Xiao does not know the reason for this, but it does not prevent him from making wild speculations about unknown existences.
"Is it because Lu Xiao's name scares him?"
Apart from this possibility, Lu Xiao can't think of other possibilities.
According to what the natural disaster said.
The races in the universe are inherently malicious towards other races.
Kindness is an attitude that can only exist for one's own race.
Lu Xiao bravely asked with consciousness:
"What is that silk thread in your hand?"
However, the other party ignored him.
Still busy minding his own business.
Lu Xiao asked persistently, "Hello? Are you there, are you there?"
"Hello? Do you want to talk?"
"What are you using to weave those feathers?"
"Can you give me some?"
"Is it okay if I trade something with you?"
"Hey hey hey?"
"..."
If conscious communication is compared to chat software sending voice messages.
Then Lu Xiao is equivalent to sending dozens of voice messages to the other party at once.
Under normal circumstances, Lu Xiao will definitely be blocked.
But this is an exchange of consciousness, so there is no blacklisting.
At this moment, Lu Xiao looked like he was tired.
He sat down on the ground and drew circles on the ground with his fingers.
At the same time, his consciousness was still chattering.
"Dude, can you say something back to me?"
Maybe it was something Lu Xiao said that touched the other party, or maybe the other party was a little bothered by Lu Xiao's harassment.
He finally answered Lu Xiao's question.
"Soul!"
The sudden voice in his head made Lu Xiao's eyes light up.
He hurriedly asked, "Are you saying that that light blue silk thread is the soul?"
"Why can the soul become visible in your hands?"
"Why do you use your soul to weave feathers?"
"Did you plait all the raven feathers yourself?"
"How did you get the feathers on their bodies? Did you insert them directly?"
"You..."
At this moment Lu Xiao transforms into a ruthless questioning machine.
However, after the figure answered the word soul, there were no words.
The message sent by Lu Xiao is like a mud cow entering the sea.
After waiting for a while, Lu Xiao did not get the answer he wanted, with a regretful expression on his face.
His purpose is naturally not as simple as annoying the other party.
Instead, he wanted to extract some useful information from the blurry figure.
But since the other party didn't answer, Lu Xiao had no good solution.
He stood up, patted the dirt on his butt, then waved his hand towards the blurry figure and said:
"I'm leaving now. I'll see you next time."
As he said that, Lu Xiao seemed to suddenly remember something.
He hurriedly added, "By the way, how many souls did I collect this time?"
"How far is it until Mr. Moratti is free?"
Originally Lu Xiao did not expect to get an answer.
Because the number of eyeballs has been counted before coming here.
There are 192106 pieces in total.
The reason why Lu Xiao wants to ask the other party is to see whether the other party is sensitive to numbers.
There isn't much meaning in this.
Just to see if the other party values their commitment.
Otherwise, Lu Xiao would have worked so hard to collect 100 million souls, but the other party couldn't calculate the number.
Then there would be no place for him to cry.
"192106"
The blurred figure finally answered this question.
After getting the answer, Lu Xiao took a long breath.
He waved his hand towards the figure and said, "Then I'll leave first. I'll see you again when I have time."
"By the way, I don't know your name yet, what should I call you next time I come over?"
This time, Lu Xiao waited for a long time and did not get a reply.
Finally, he left the bush with a look of regret on his face.
After walking out of the bushes, Lu Xiao began to think deeply.
It has been established that the raven's feathers are woven from the soul.
Lu Xiao thought about it for a long time and didn't know what the purpose of this was.
In the end, Lu Xiao decided to go back and ask the well-informed natural disaster.