The Evil Lord's Wife Has Spirit Blood
Chapter 123

Chapter 123: 123

With soul energy constantly flowing into her body, Michelle frowned a bit, not liking the feeling. It was just like when she absorbed the void from Alexander Terce and David Elether. She felt stuffed, like her soul couldn’t fit into her body.

Turning her head to look at the black cat, she saw a small black gem on top of its head, nearly unnoticeable between its fur. Also, when the cat stood on a fallen stone from the void obsidian wall, dark gray mist left the stone and flew towards it.

But a few centimeters away from its fur, the mist started thickening until it turned completely black and seeped into the cat’s body. That was the soul energy that was trapped within the part of the void obsidian the cat was standing on. So the cat was going through the same thing as Michelle, absorbing new soul energy into its body.

The cat stared back at Michelle for a while before it suddenly jumped off the stone and started pushing the scattered stones to the wall Michelle was touching, creating a snake of stones.

With each stone the cat pushed to the wall, Michelle could feel the intensity at which the soul energy flew into her body increase, the stream getting bigger, making her feel like hurling. It was really similar to the feeling when one eats so much that they are just a second away from vomiting, feeling the food even in their throat. Well, and she had such a feeling all over her body.

After a long while, maybe half an hour, or even an hour, the stream of soul energy slowed down before stopping. Finally, Michelle could pull her hands away from the wall and sit down on the ground, a tight frown on her brows. Her eyes were completely black, and the stifling feeling in her whole body wasn’t going away. She felt like the soul energy she had just absorbed would get out of control and destroy the whole underground tunnel she was in. And by every second, she felt like it was more possible.

As Michelle sat on the ground, the small black cat approached her, climbed onto her thigh and sat there, curling up into a small fur-ball.

Seeing the cat, Michelle instantly grabbed it and threw it into her spatial bracelet. At the same time, Nyxaroth left Michelle’s body and entered the contract space. A few seconds later, the new soul energy in Michelle’s body went out of control and exploded around her, creating a thick mist, which started corroding the walls around her.

Fearing a bit that the pathway could collapse on her, Michelle summoned her spirit energy and formed a thick ice layer on the walls, to protect them from the corrosion. Though the ice wasn’t immune to the corrosion, whenever it seemed like the black mist was about to break through somewhere, Michelle just added a few more layers. But it was quite draining, because she had to use her ice element on a large scale and for a long time. In the end, the mist retreated into her body only after a few hours. Her eyes still remained black.

In the contracted space, Nyxaroth felt that Michelle’s soul energy had somehow stabilized, so he came out. Michelle also pulled the small black cat out of her spatial bracelet and put it down on the ground as she stood up, ready to walk out of the underground tunnel. She didn’t know the identity of the cat, and she didn’t know why it helped her, but she didn’t want to restrict it. If the cat wanted to follow her when she left, she would take it along, but if it wanted to stay in the underground, or just run into the world, she wouldn’t stop it.

Nyxaroth stared at Michelle for a while before turning into a speck of black mist and flowing into her body. There, he checked her condition, and when he saw that the soul energy was starting to calmly settle and didn’t cause any problems, he just went to sleep.

With Nyxaroth back in her body, Michelle started groggily walking through the pathway, towards the exit. She knew she would have to pass by the whole storage of dissected organs in glass jars, but she didn’t want to see that, so she just formed a thick black mist around her head, and went solely by her memories through the long pathway.

The pathway was long and straight, with no turns, so she only needed to clear the mist away when she smelled the pungent smell of the room where the dissector dismembered his victims.

There, she walked past the table in the middle of the room, and wanted to continue on her way to the exit, but her eyes landed on one of the jars and she remembered that in none of the jars were eyes of the killed creatures. So they had to be hidden somewhere else if the dissector didn’t dispose of them. And having already seen how neatly the jars were organized in the pathway, it was hard to believe that was the case.

Closing her eyes to think, she pictured the whole pathway from when she had walked through it. Everywhere it looked the same, so the only potential place where the eyes could have been stored was the dissection room she was in at the moment. But the pungent smell of rotting flesh and blood was highly uncomfortable, making her frown in disgust. Also, she still felt stuffed from absorbing the soul energy, so the two annoying things coupled together mixed into annoyance bordering rage. She wanted to get out already.

With a sigh, she started searching through the room, rummaging through the dusty apparatus and drawers, but except for tools with dried blood on them, she didn’t find anything special. But then, she noticed the small black cat scratching one of the drawers she had already gone through.

At first, she only thought the cat was bored or something, but when the cat saw that Michelle wasn’t coming over, it came over to her and started nibbling on her shin with its small but sharp fangs, clearly asking her to follow it.

"What is it, kitty?" Michelle tilted her head as she followed the cat to the drawer it scratched on just a moment earlier. Squatting down next to it, she opened it, but just as when she had looked into it before, she saw gruesome tools and some spare, empty jars.

But since the cat had already shown that one exact drawer to her, Michelle decided to look at it closely. It couldn’t harm her if she looked through it more compared to the other drawers.

Pulling the drawer out completely, Michelle put its contents on the ground around her and then turned the drawer over. And to her surprise, she heard something move inside of it. With a lifted brow, she glanced at the cat beside her. "Kitty, how did you know?" she asked as a smile slowly appeared on her lips.

She put the drawer on the ground and formed an ice knife in her hands, starting to chip at the wood, trying to find the hidden compartment. From the sound she heard, the drawer had a hidden compartment the size of its whole bottom.

Soon, she was able to move the wood a bit and pulled the original bottom of the drawer away, revealing a new space filled with small boxes, stacked on each other. They couldn’t fit the drawer perfectly, so that was why the drawer made a sound when Michelle moved it.

Taking one of the small boxes out, Michelle stared at it for a while before opening it, prepared to fight if something came out. But instead, she just saw a pair of monster eyes with pupils vertically narrowed, like the eyes of a snake or other lizard.

One by one, Michelle opened the boxes, seeing numerous pairs of eyes, all different from each other. "This is disgusting..." she muttered as she formed an ice fire in her palm and sent it at the boxes. But to her surprise, neither the boxes nor the eyes burned. As if something were protecting them.

With a frown, Michelle picked up one of the boxes and stared at the eyes inside, starting to consider the idea of picking one up to check it closely. But she didn’t like the thought of it. Touching eyeballs wasn’t something pleasant. It was disgusting even for a doctor such as herself.

For a long while, Michelle just stared at the eyeballs in the boxes, deep in thought. She didn’t even mind the disgusting stench of rotting and the feeling of being stuffed. Her thoughts were just so deep that she didn’t notice anything else.

After staring at the eyeballs for a long time, Michelle formed an ice glove on her hand and picked up one eyeball, turning it over and checking it carefully. But she wasn’t an optician, or someone who knew much about eyes, especially monster eyes, so she couldn’t find anything strange about it. But that was only from the medical aspect. And she wasn’t looking for that. She was looking for the reason why the boxes and eyeballs didn’t burn in her fire.