"True Spirit? She is actually a True Spirit?" Joan of Arc felt a little incredible, and subconsciously shook the girl in his hand, and asked Ling Mo: "This Dalong County is so weird, and the whole place is full of villagers who have lost their conscience, how can it be possible to give birth to a divine spirit 'True Spirit'?"

"What's so strange about this?" Ling Mo didn't think it was strange: "True spirits are pure undead creatures composed of holy light, and the conditions for formation are only 'unaware of their own death' and 'in an abundant holy light environment, and have a good relationship with the holy light', and it has nothing to do with whether the creature itself is 'kind-hearted', right?"

"Is that so? Doesn't it mean that being kind-hearted will lead to the Holy Light getting closer?" Joan of Arc asked stunned, she pointed to herself, and said, "Before I was a sect saint, I was quite kind-hearted, and it was only by this that I reached the Holy Light Divine Rank." ”

"You were still a Dharma Saint of the Holy Light System before?" Ling Mo exclaimed, and then explained, "I feel that you may have been brainwashed by all kinds of propaganda within your sect, right? The Holy Light affinity is the same as that of each of the Earth, Water, Fire, and Wind departments, and it is only related to each person's natural physique, and has nothing to do with personal good or evil. Speaking of which, you may not believe it, people like me have a 95 points in Holy Light affinity. ”

"Eh, is that so?" Joan of Arc blinked in confusion, and immediately stopped dwelling on this issue, and said with a smile: "Even if it is, but I think that it is a matter of course that a person with a heart like Mr. Ling has such a high affinity for the Holy Light. ”

Ling Mo: "......"

"If she's a true spirit, it's no wonder that my soul absorption doesn't work against her, after all, the spirit body of a true spirit is far beyond the average ghost, and the Holy Light has some restraint on necromancers. Joan of Arc let go of his hand and threw the Lori ghost back on the bed, and the other party immediately got into the quilt like a hasty little hamster, and the four corners were tightly tucked, hiding in it and shivering, and kept muttering:

"You can't see me, you can't see me, you can't see me......"

This kind of performance, as if Joan of Arc was some big bad guy, made her really embarrassed. But at this time, Joan of Arc's state of mind was more anxious, and he was not in the mood to coax the child, so he walked directly to the bed, uncovered the quilt, and shouted to the ghost Lori who was holding her head in her hands: "I asked, you answered, do you understand?!"

Coming into contact with Joan of Arc's fierce eyes, Lori's ghost stiffened, nodded busily, and asked timidly: "Big brother and big sister, will you leave my house after asking?"

"It depends on how well you perform. Joan of Arc sat on the edge of the bed, muttering in her heart that this little girl is very good, and she will never mention the matter of the old aunt again, and the elder brother and sister are very sweet:

"What's your name?"

"Pamela. ”

"Hah?!" The answer to the first question made Joan of Arc a little unable to suppress his anger: "Can you make up nonsense and think a little bit about it? Those villagers in your village outside are all named by the Chana Empire, but you say that your name is Pamela? Could it be that your father came here with an immigrant?!"

Startled by Joan of Arc's suddenly raised voice, the little girl who called herself Pamela hurriedly wrapped herself in the quilt and shrank into the corner of the wall, and said with some fear: "But, but my name is Pamela?"

But she immediately thought of something, and suddenly said in surprise: "Big sister, you just talked about the villagers, there are people in this village?"

“！！”

Pamela's words put all that Joan of Arc wanted to say, and after a moment of silence, she asked, "You've never been out of this house?"

"No!" Pamela said with some grievances: "You have also seen that there is a pile of inexplicable rotting corpses outside, who come to besiege my house every day without doing anything, if it weren't for my little cuties to stop them all, I would have torn those rotting corpses to pieces!"

"What about at night? These carrions will only besiege you until the sun goes down, and then they will retreat, won't they?" Jeanne d'Arc further asked, "Why didn't you go out then?"

"I want to go out!" Pamela said with some resentment, "But it's very tiring to maintain so many mushroom forts!" At night, my sunflowers can't absorb much of the sun's energy, and I will quickly exhaust and fall into a deep sleep, and I tried to store some energy a few days ago, and wanted to go out for a walk, but I didn't even get out of the street ......"

"Wait!" Joan of Arc interrupted Pamela with a pause gesture and asked, "You mean to say that all those mushrooms outside are all grown by you?!"

"Of course!" Pamela nodded as a matter of course, as if she was afraid that Joan of Arc would not believe her and think she was lying, and Pamela stretched out two small white hands and rubbed them, and in a matter of seconds she had two fist-sized cherries in her hands! The loveliest thing is that both cherries have a pair of big eyes and a grinning mouth, and although the expression is vicious, it is not scary at all, but it makes people feel extremely cute.

Pamela handed the cherry to Joan of Arc and said, "Look, big sister, I did grow it, right?"

Seeing this magical process, Joan of Arc was amazed. She didn't notice, but Ling Mo could see it very clearly, when the little girl made the action of 'rubbing her hands', the surface of her skin, in the air, and under the floor, all condensed into mycelium thinner than a hair at an extremely fast speed! Then, these mycelium were quickly interspersed in a complex and mysterious way, and finally formed this pair of big cherries in a few seconds!

With great curiosity, Joan of Arc carefully took the cherry from Pamela's hand, and was about to take a good look at it, but coldly saw that the inside of the cherry was as red as fire, and it bulged outward slightly, which was very similar to ......

It's going to explode!

Although Joan of Arc's reaction was already very fast, she shook her hand and wanted to throw the cherry out, but the explosion speed of this big cherry was incredible, she just made a throwing action, and before she could get out of her hand, the cherry exploded directly in her hand!

Pong's muffled sound, although the pitch was not high, but a slight ripple in the air proved the power of this cherry explosion! And its explosion range was very tightly restrained, very accurate only covering the upper body of Joan of Arc, caught off guard, Joan of Arc's head fixed on his neck by the 'scarf' was directly blown off, smashed on the back wall like a ball, fell to the ground and bounced twice, and was silent.

As if she didn't expect the effect of her little prank to be so terrible, seeing Joan of Arc's headless corpse standing in the room, Pamela was frightened, she waved her little hands in a panic, and her voice was already crying:

"I, this, no, I didn't, I just wanted to make a joke on my big sister! The power of the cherry explosion just now pushed ordinary people to the ground at most, why did the head fall off all of a sudden! It's over! Pamela killed someone! Became a bad boy!"

While crying, he jumped out of bed, quickly ran to the corner, picked up Joan of Arc's head that fell there, and cried and apologized, "Big sister, I'm sorry!

Knocking off the person's head, it seemed that it was a very big blow to Pamela, and she muttered to herself with straight eyes: "I remember my father told me that killing people has to pay for their lives? But Pamela is dead, how can I pay for my life?

Pamela seemed to have made up her mind at once, and she hugged Joan of Arc's head tightly in her arms, and her whole body bloomed with a holy light, and she was slightly suspended in the air, praying with a reverent face:

"Almighty Father, Thy mercy is far beyond our imagination, and Thou art discerning into the heart, and Thou art the only one who understands the life of this sister and all that is in her heart, and thou art the one who you love to return to thy paradise prematurely because of my faults, and I would sacrifice myself to lift this sister up to the kingdom of heaven, and purge her according to thy will, and accept her, so that she may rest in the kingdom of heaven, and thou art the only Lord and the ...... of eternity."

With Pamela's prayers, her body began to show signs of gradual disintegration, this 'true spirit' little girl is not just talking, she really wants to sacrifice herself and die with Joan of Arc! The disintegrating point of light contains a large amount of holy light energy, Pamela's face is holy, and she endures the pain of a thousand knives when she disintegrates, and while continuing to pray, she gently sticks the point of light on Joan of Arc's head, hoping that she will obtain eternal peace......

"Ahh

As if a basin of boiling water had been poured on her head, Joan of Arc's mouth let out a terrible cry, and her whole head, wherever it was touched by the light, sneered outward!

"What are you doing?!I was fine, but I was almost purified by you!"

Pamela looked at Joan of Arc stupidly, her eyes widened, her willow eyebrows stood upside down and complained to herself, and she stupidly glanced at Joan of Arc's white neck that didn't even shed a drop of blood, and spewed black gas outward, even if she reacted slowly, she understood at this time, she stretched out her fingers, and pointed at Joan of Arc tremblingly:

"You—You're the Hanging Knight ?!!"

If it was usual, hearing this title, Joan of Arc wanted to cut off the other party's head directly, but at this time, she felt that she was wrong, so she didn't make a sound, just nodded silently.

Pamela trembled with anger, and her body condensed by the holy light began to flicker and flicker, she jumped three feet high, crossed her hands on her hips, and said angrily at Joan of Arc: "You, you, you, you! You were just pretending to be dead and lying to me?! Is it fun to lie to children?! Do you know how much it hurts to disintegrate yourself? I have a leg ache now, a backache and a headache! How are you going to compensate me?! Throw your head over, I'm going to hammer you bastard!!"

Like a little tiger, she pounced on Joan of Arc with her teeth and claws, riding on Joan of Arc's body and beating and hitting her, the little pink fist was not powerful, but Joan of Arc did not dare to fight back, and after letting the other party vent for a while, Joan of Arc suddenly whispered:

"O Lord Almighty, your children are here today in silence and prayer, in thanksgiving and praise, to count the riches of your anointing that you have poured out on us from the throne on high. Though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I fear no evil, for thou art with me, and thy rod and thy staff comfort me. Before my enemies thou hast made a feast for me. Thou hast anointed my head with oil, and thy cup of blessing hast overflowed. Praise be to You, Lord Almighty!"

Hearing this prayer, Pamela, who was originally venting fiercely, suddenly froze all over, her face was full of anger, her eyes were fixed and stupid looking at Joan of Arc, her eyes were red, her little nose twitched, and she was desperately suppressing her feelings, but in the end she still couldn't succeed, tears burst out of her eyes, and her small body threw herself directly into Joan of Arc's arms, crying:

"Your Majesty, you're here at last, I knew you were coming!"

Pamela's voice was full of excitement and joy, as if she had seen her most anticipated savior, the most desirable god, the voice of the Holy Maiden was full of sourness, as if she had exhausted her suffering, she whimpered in Joan of Arc's arms, tears and snot smeared Joan of Arc, but Joan of Arc did not have a trace of displeasure, slowly stroked the top of Pamela's head with her hand, and whispered comfort:

"Good boy, really good boy......"

After Pamela calmed down a little, Ling Mo's voice suddenly sounded next to her: "Miss Saint, shouldn't you explain it to me?" You two recognize each other like a code, and I am confused. ”

Joan of Arc's face turned red, and she subconsciously retorted: "It's not mother and son! When little Pamela disintegrated just now, she used the prayer words that we used to obey the sect to pray for the 'sudden death', and within our sect, only the Holy Child is qualified to use it, and it really induces the power of God, so I identified myself to her." ”

As she spoke, she hugged Pamela's body a little outward, and then asked in a gentle tone, "Little Pamela, tell Sister Saint Maiden, why are you in this place?"

"Yes, Holy Maiden!" Knowing that Joan of Arc was a holy woman, and hearing the other party's questioning, little Pamela immediately stood up, performed a sectarian etiquette, and reported loudly:

"I was accidentally created by my father, and following my father's will, I conducted Test 10086 here, and the test was completed and waiting for my father to recover it, but my father never came. ”

"Father, do you mean the obedient cult worker who made you?"

"Yes, Holy Maiden!" Pamela said proudly, "That's my favorite father! He talks to me, plays with me, cares for me in every detail, eats me good, makes me playful, and every year on my birthday, that is, on the day it is made, my father will give me birthday gifts, one of which is a big doll puppet I like very much!"

"That's a kind father. Joan of Arc had never felt fatherly love since she was a child, and listening to Pamela's narration at this time, she couldn't help but feel a faint sense of envy in her heart. Then she heard Pamela say, "It's a pity that the last time I got out of the house, I fled back in a hurry before I could get out of the street, and I accidentally lost the doll at that time......"

Pamela's expression was gloomy and her tone was low, as if she had lost some important treasure. Seeing her pitiful appearance, Joan of Arc's heart was overflowing with tenderness, and confidently promised: "Anyway, it's lost in this small village, isn't it? Sister Saint will go and help you find it right away!"

"Really, Holy Sister?!" Hearing this, Pamela's eyes lit up instantly, and she immediately burst into cheers. However, Ling Mo's face on the side changed slightly, because the system that claimed to be asleep suddenly issued a mission!

"You have obtained the side quest 'Pamela's Doll'. ”

"Mission description: Help Pamela retrieve the parts of her dolls scattered throughout Daronshire. ”

"Mission time limit: 24 hours. ”

"Reward for mission success: Draw something inexplicable. ”

"Mission failure penalty: In the live broadcast screen, you will be forced to be photoshopped on women's clothes for 1 hour. ”