In the blink of an eye, the small village was completely empty.

The villagers, tall and short, fat and thin, whatever they were doing, all disappeared in an instant. disappeared cleanly and completely, leaving no sign of life, as if everything I saw just now was an illusion, as if the conversation with so many people just now was just Joan of Arc's own imagination!

Joan of Arc jumped to the heights, and looked around with a pale face, in the fields, there were not a single villager doing all kinds of work, and it became deserted again, only those farmlands, those tools, proved that these villagers really existed. Joan of Arc didn't believe in evil, and felt that those villagers couldn't just disappear for no reason, so she began to open everyone's doors in the village, almost door to door, and searched desperately.

In each household, there are half-lifted human skin mattresses, half-eaten human porridge with preserved eggs and human meat thrown on the table, and children's toys made of various human skulls and patellas, but the villagers who use these things have indeed disappeared.

She came to the square in the center of the village, sat down blankly, her heart was numb, she held her forehead and slowly sorted out her thoughts, and after a long time, she faced Ling Mo on the side and said with difficulty:

"Mr. Ling, are the villagers in this village really all living beings, why do I feel that they are more like ghosts than ghosts?"

"I can assure you that these villagers are all living beings, but in a peculiar way. Ling Mo nodded first, then shook his head again, and said to Joan of Arc: "However, with the kind of attack you just had, even if you didn't happen to encounter the rising sun, even if you really split that 'Mr. Teaching' in half, it would be useless, and when night fell, he would reappear intact again, still entering his original life trajectory, and the memory of you would probably disappear." ”

"And this kind of creature?" Joan of Arc smiled bitterly: "This way of rebirth is more convenient than fantasy creatures, isn't it? After ordinary fantasy creatures dissipate, it will take at least several years to reappear!"

"Leave them alone for now," Ling Mo cut off the topic and asked impatiently, "I especially want to know now, as a saint who obeys the sect, do you feel when you hear that the sect you used to belong to has actually degenerated to this point?"

"I didn't ......"

Joan of Arc opened his mouth, shook his head again, slowly took off his head, held it in his arms, and said in a calm voice: "I really want to forcibly say that I'm okay, but what I want to do most now is to run into the current headquarters of the Obedience Sect and kill all those bastards." ”

"With your strength, you can't do that. Ling Mo said: "The current obedience sect may not have the foundation that can fight against the eighth-level demonic beasts back then, but it is still not to be underestimated, not to mention that you don't even have the strength of the seventh-level demonic beasts, even if you reach the middle of the seventh-level demonic beasts, you can't make any waves within the obedience sect." ”

Joan of Arc nodded silently, admitting that what Ling Mo said was right, but she immediately said, "Mr. Ling, this conclusion of yours is based on the premise of destroying the sect from the outside. And I'm just going to return to the sect as a saint and get to the bottom of it. After all, it's the mother who raised me and made me, and I really can't bear to let it ruin ......"

"How can you be sure that they will definitely be destroyed?" Ling Mo pointed to himself and said, "Over the years, I have fought countless battles with your obedience sect, and in my opinion, the elite combat effectiveness within your sect is very strong, and it is very difficult to deal with due to the transformation, maybe this road will be even more prosperous than it was at the beginning?"

"No, I'm well aware that now the sect has gone astray. Joan of Arc gestured and motioned to Ling Mo to stop joking: "Human society may tolerate a certain degree of chaos, but beyond a certain limit, it will inevitably lead to the encirclement and suppression of the United Nations and even the entire human society, I have a hunch that the sect is not far from this day, and their current style of acting is almost the same as those demons and devils in the abyss plane." So, time is running out for me, and I have to get my head back as soon as possible and return to the sect......"

"Then I can only wish you success. Ling Mo clapped his hands symbolically twice, and suddenly shook his head and smiled: "The highest evaluation of praising a person's loyalty to his organization is 'to die after doing his best', and now that you are dead and have not stopped your dedication to the obedience sect, what is this?"

Realizing that he had said a cold joke, Ling Mo laughed twice, but Joan of Arc didn't laugh along, just stared at Ling Mo coldly, making him a little embarrassed:

"Why are you looking at me like that, aren't you going to find your own head?"

"I've been a monster for too long, and my thinking has become a little sluggish," Joan of Arc said, "After I calmed down just now, I finally realized, felt, and understood two things. ”

Instinctively realizing that something was wrong, Ling Mo didn't answer Joan of Arc's words, but turned around and walked away, saying as he walked: "It's a very good thing to have a new understanding of life, then I won't disturb you to think about life." ”

With a snap, his hand was choked by Chasteye.

The other party opened his big eyes and showed a bright smile to him: "Mr. Ling, don't you want to ask me what I felt?"

Seeing Ling Mo's tangled face, without waiting for the other party to answer, Joan of Arc continued to take care of himself: "First of all, I found that Mr. Ling, you are far more powerful than I imagined, think about it carefully when I first saw Lord Deathwing, he retreated very suspiciously, I thought that he himself had not returned to the peak, and I was afraid that Santa Claus would have some tricks, so he retreated, but after thinking about it carefully, the reason why Lord Deathwing retreated was entirely because of Mr. Ling's presence at the time, right?"

"I'm a small high-level martial artist, my strength is no more than that of a high-level demonic beast, where did I get such a big face to force back Deathwing?"

Joan of Arc was noncommittal, did not argue, but continued: "The second thing, after getting along with each other during this time, I found that Mr. Ling is definitely a very hard-hearted person, with your character, you should not help me many times at all, and will only let me fend for myself!

Seeing that Ling Mo was silent, Joan of Arc's eyes smiled into crescent moons: no answer is the best answer, it seems that she did guess correctly, she let go of Ling Mo's hand, took a step back, bowed solemnly, and begged: "Mr. Ling, for the sake of your old friend, please help me find my head!"

“......”

The silence lasted for a long time, Ling Mo never replied, and just when Joan of Arc, who bowed her head, thought that she had actually guessed wrong, she finally heard Ling Mo's voice:

"Miss Joan of Arc, you're a lot smarter than I thought. ”

"It's been awarded, back then, within the sect, my colleagues praised me as a smart saint in Bingxue. ”

"Although I do owe Santa Claus a lot of favors, but those are not enough, it can only allow me to watch you from the side, and keep you from dying when you are in danger," Ling said sincerely: "It's not to scare you, the matter of finding your head may be far more dangerous than you think, Santa's face alone is not enough for me to help you." ”

Joan of Arc was silent for a while, and then said, "I can promise you, Mr. Ling, that after I become the head of the Obedience Sect, I will take the initiative to dissolve the hostile relationship between the Obedience Sect and you, and no matter what you want to do, I will restrain the sect and retreat from you." ”

Hearing this, Ling Mo didn't hesitate at all, and quickly said, "Very good, didn't you just search the whole village yet, why don't you completely search the entire village?"

Joan of Arc was stunned for a moment, only to realize that Ling Mo had agreed to her conditions, and she was already talking about herself, she was a little confused, and hesitated for a moment and asked, "This condition ...... It's almost just a blank check, and that's what you promised? I don't know if I can return to the sect, let alone seize power!"

"Don't worry, I'm more confident than you about this matter, right, ex-girlfriend?" Ling Mo didn't look at Joan of Arc, but said this to the Demon Eye Elf, and after waiting for a few seconds, there was no response in the barrage, and he didn't care, he just urged Joan of Arc: "What are you still doing here?

Joan of Arc didn't know where Ling Mo's confidence came from, and knew that this was not a good time to find out, so she immediately walked out of the square in the center of the village and walked towards the altar in the north of the village.

Before the people went out of the square, Joan of Arc frowned, and the road leading from the square to the north of the village was blocked by a large group of rotting corpses at some point!

This group of rotting corpses was very low-level, and Joan of Arc wanted to kill them casually, but before he could make a move, he was pulled by Ling Mo and jumped onto the roof of the house on the side. She looked at Ling Mo with some puzzlement and asked, "Mr. Ling, is this group of rotting corpses very strong, why do you need to dodge?"

"It has nothing to do with strength, it's just that as a good person with five stresses and four beauties, I don't think we should destroy other people's property. Ling Mo looked at the carrion corpses walking by below and said, "Have you noticed? The corners of these carrion corpses are still stained with all kinds of grass foam. ”

Joan of Arc was a little clear: "You mean, these carrion corpses are actually the batch of the two children of Xiaobai Millet who were grazing on the grassy slope before?"

"That's right, these carrion corpses mean to them like sheep in a sheepfold, and now that the lambs are full, they naturally have to go back to the sheepfold to rest. Ling Mo said, "And if you take a closer look, these carrion corpses have been fighting and killing each other when they are grazing, but when they return to the village, they are very calm, and the team is orderly and non-violating, which is really a bit rare!"

"It's really a bit rare," Joan of Arc quickly noticed this, you must know that rotting corpses and zombies are extremely aggressive necromantic creatures, extremely aggressive, killing between the same clan is not uncommon, and this kind of situation in front of each other is very rare that the well water does not interfere with the river water! After careful observation for a while, Joan of Arc suddenly said in confusion:

"But how do I feel like these carrion corpses are a bit menacing, as if they're not going home, they're going to fight a tough battle!"

"Just go over and take a look?" Ling Mo said, and the two of them jumped from the roof a few times, and soon came to the vanguard of the army of rotting corpses, and a strange scene appeared in front of them!

The carrion corpses who walked in the front had already arrived at the periphery of a courtyard that covered a considerable area, and a fence had been set up outside the courtyard, and if you looked closely, you would find that this fence was not an ordinary fence, but was actually woven with a slender gray mushroom! The courtyard was full of green grass, and although there was no door at the entrance of the fence, the opening was quite narrow, and only five carrion corpses could be allowed to pass side by side.

The most surprising thing is that there are a large number of all kinds of strange-shaped plants on the green meadow! These botanical varieties are not very special, that is, the common peas, sunflowers, peppers, nuts, cacti, and the like, but each plant is very huge, and it has a pair of human-like eyes! At this time, they are fiercely staring at the carrion corpses outside the fence, their bodies swaying from side to side, like a full bowstring, ready to attack!

The rotting corpses outside the fence gathered more and more, and the water around the entire small courtyard was impassable, and you pushed and squeezed each other, and soon there was no place to stand. I don't know which carrion corpse shouted, as if injecting infinite vitality into these carrion corpses, the carrion corpses standing at the entrance were shocked, no longer hesitated, and directly stretched out their feet and stepped into the courtyard!

As soon as the carrions stepped in, the attack of these strange plants arrived!

The pea with the fastest reaction and the hardest attack is the pea, which shoots out extremely fast peas from the mouth of the trumpet-like flower, carrying huge kinetic energy, easily penetrating the body of the carrion at the front, and making a large transparent hole with a bowl mouth between its chest and abdomen! After penetrating several carrion corpses in a row, the peas finally fell weakly, and were picked up by the carrion corpses in the back row, stuffed into their mouths, and chewed happily!

The pepper's attack is also very ferocious, the huge red-skinned pepper falls off the vine directly, and when it falls on the grass, it goes straight into it, and then, a fire will ignite in the group of rotting corpses, and all the rotting corpses fighting in the path of the flames, no matter how strong they are, will be turned to ashes in a very short time! The flame was so hot that the boiling heat wave it produced made Joan of Arc feel a little unbearable, and had to move his position slightly.

The other plants also have their own unique skills, and each round of attacks can also eliminate three or five carrion corpses, but the number of carrion corpses outside the fence is too much, and they pour in one after another, plus there are their companions' corpses in front of them, these carrion corpses quickly gain a firm foothold in the yard, and step by step towards those strange plants, constantly shortening the distance between each other!

However, Joan of Arc noticed that no matter how brave and fearless the carrion corpses were, they would invade from the narrow entrance in an orderly manner, and absolutely no carrion corpse would dare to touch the mushroom fences on the periphery!