“Well, let’s not talk anymore. Elder Yue should have something to say to you. Hehe, it’s not wrong for the little girl to have a good relationship with Elder Yue.” Mo Yu meaningfully winked at Shen Yanxiao.
Shen Yanxiao was silent. After saying goodbye to Mo Yu and the others, she rushed towards Elder Yue.
When he entered the room, Elder Yue was in front of the bookcase, holding a book that he had just opened.
“Yan Xiao, what do you think of elves?” Elder Yue saw Shen Yanxiao and asked with a smile.
“…” Why did Elder Yue ask her such a profound question as soon as she arrived? If she was not certain that Elder Yue did not know her identity, Shen Yanxiao would really think that Elder Yue was testing her.
“The elves are one of the eight major races in the world. Kind, cold, arrogant, and stubborn…” Shen Yanxiao pulled at the impression most humans had of the elves in her mind.
“Kind?” Elder Yue revealed a wry smile on his face. He invited Shen Yanxiao to sit down on a chair in the room and personally brewed a pot of tea.
“Perhaps they were kind once.”
Elder Yue’s words made Shen Yanxiao’s heart move slightly.
“I knew from the start that Shui Ling’s matter had nothing to do with you. It’s just that today’s interrogation is absolutely necessary. I hope you can understand,” Elder Yue explained.
“I understand.” Shen Yanxiao was not an idiot. She knew that such an open interrogation could help her clear her name instead, so Elder Yue just kept silent and did not stop the interrogation.
“Then do you know how Shui Ling died?” Elder Yue looked at Shen Yanxiao. The smile on his face faded, and there was a trace of seriousness in his eyes.
Shen Yanxiao shook her head. She had not seen Shui Ling since that day.
“Let me show you, maybe you will understand.” Elder Yue got up and walked towards one of the bookcases. Shen Yanxiao followed him directly, muttering in her heart. ‘Could it be that Elder Yue wanted her to see Shui Ling’s corpse?’
The huge bookcase slowly opened, and a corridor appeared in front of Shen Yanxiao.
Elder Yue took a light-congealing crystal from a nearby bookcase, illuminating the path ahead.
After walking for two minutes, Shen Yanxiao followed Elder Yue to a spacious basement. In this huge basement, there were a dozen transparent crystal coffins!
More than ten crystal coffins were placed in rows in the basement. Looking at the sleeping elves in the crystal coffins, Shen Yanxiao was shocked.
These elves were already dead, but Elder Yue kept their bodies here… Why?
Elder Yue walked to the crystal coffin closest to the entrance and stretched out his hand to call Shen Yanxiao over.
Shen Yanxiao walked closer and looked. Lying in this crystal coffin was Shui Ling, who had fought with her a few days ago!
However, at this moment, Shui Ling had already shut his mouth forever. He quietly lay in the crystal coffin with jade green leaves and pure white five-petaled flowers beneath him.
Shui Ling’s originally fair face had lost all its color. It was as white as snow. His pale lips were tightly closed, and his long silver hair hung loosely on his shoulders.
No matter what his personality was when he was alive, the body of an elf after death was always so beautiful.
However, Shen Yanxiao noticed that on Shui Ling’s white neck, there was a winding black blood line that extended from his neck to his clothes.
This dark black blood line was exceptionally eye-catching under the support of his fair skin!