My Players Are So Fierce

1617: 543.

True Brain-Waterlogged Mummy Girl_2

1617: 543.

True Brain-Waterlogged Mummy Girl_2

A Feng could tell that Miss Nifytelli had already entered the second stage of this career path, which meant she was a powerful silver-tier undead.

Moreover, she was undoubtedly part of the “Netherworld Orthodoxy” on this continent, granting her the ability to crush other undead professions of the same tier.

Although A Feng was quite curious, he was a polite person and decided to wait until Sir Murphy finished his conversation with this Mummy Girl before he approached her himself.

As a player, such politeness was technically unnecessary, but A Feng was a peculiar fellow.

He understood the true essence of this “game” much better than other players, which lent elegance and decorum to his actions.

To the extent that many people thought A Feng was just another RP enthusiast.

Actually, he wasn’t.

RP enthusiasm reflected gaming attitudes, whereas A Feng’s approach was more about treating his “second life” with utmost seriousness.

While Nifytelli rambled and mocked the Transia warriors, Murphy, seated opposite her, observed the Mummy Girl intently.

Her outfit closely resembled mummies unearthed in Murphy’s memories—every inch of flesh wrapped in pale bandages.

However, in this Spiritual Energy-filled world, such attire certainly didn’t hinder a lively corpse.

Those bandages coiled around the body like an oddly peculiar “cloth armor,” shielding this undead figure before him.

It was worth noting that earlier, when Nifytelli unraveled and stitched up one of her bandaged arms, Murphy noticed her skin beneath the wrappings wasn’t as desiccated as one might expect—it showed signs of dehydration and an unusual deep-blue hue.

But she wasn’t some shriveled-up corpse.

Murphy speculated her body must have undergone some sort of special treatment, allowing her to sustain a relatively “lively” state after death.

Beyond the mummy wrappings enveloping her, Nifytelli’s most striking feature was the various Death Moon Sect gold ornaments hanging from her neck, head, hands, arms, and legs.

Designed as jewelry, these peculiar items paired intriguingly with the Mummy Girl’s bizarre posture.

How to describe it?

It was as if these accessories were dedicated burial trinkets for the dead, and handing them to the living would amount to desecration.

But purely in terms of appearance, this Mummy Girl resembled any ordinary young girl who adored adornments, decking herself out with these peculiar accessories.

She once had a pale desert-style Ritual Robe from the Death Moon Sect that she loved dearly, but unfortunately, it was destroyed during a battle with the Goat Men.

“What are you looking at?”

Just as Murphy was observing her, Nifytelli suddenly asked.

Her face, wrapped tightly in mummy bandages, had two holes carved out where her eyes were, allowing her to see the outside world.

Yet from her earlier use of glue to fix her eyeballs, it was clear these beautiful, mind-controlled eyes were merely “decorations.”

This Mummy Priestess needed no eyes to “see” the entire world.

“Is this your first time seeing a Sanghai person?”

She asked him.

Murphy nodded and then quipped:

“But I’d say my encounter with you doesn’t count as my first proper ‘meeting’ with a Sanghai person.

You’re so thoroughly wrapped up that I can only confirm the rumors that Sanghai people are taller than humans.

As for your blue skin and other features, I haven’t seen even the slightest trace… uh, you don’t need to unwrap your mummy bandages just because I’m curious.

Re-wrapping them must be a hassle, and I assume you have a reason behind keeping your body wrapped—perhaps related to your inheritance.

I won’t pry further.

What I’m really curious about is your current mental state…”

“Huh?

Is something wrong with my mental state?”

Nifytelli set aside the heart she had just plucked from a captured Goat Man’s body, picked up a dagger, and—without another thought—jabbed it straight into the Goat Man’s eye socket.

She extracted the eyeball and rubbed it in her palm while curiously asking:

“I think I’m perfectly normal!

Ever since falling into the sea midway while traveling from the Origin Land to the Vampire Coast aboard those strange Vampire Pirates’ ship, getting salvaged from a whale’s stomach—I’ve felt my mental state has been absolutely marvelous.

I’ve never experienced such a vivid world before… uh, that’s not correct.

I should say I’ve never felt this happy even after death.

Pure happiness.

Except for the persistent annoyance of water that refuses to completely drain from my brain.

It keeps flowing through my already shriveled and weathered mind, granting signs of reanimation to things that ought to have remained dead.”

She sat cross-legged on the ground, deftly dismantling the Goat Man’s still-wailing body with astonishing skill, while casually complaining to the dumbstruck Murphy:

“I dare not move too much nowadays.

Whenever I do, I hear the sound of water sloshing around in my skull.

Luckily, my brain has undergone corpse-preservation treatment, so it won’t cease functioning from water ingress.

Otherwise, that really would have been distressing.

It feels like my brain is growing back all over again, which is quite troublesome.”