This blow was really caught off guard, Joan of Arc didn't expect that the little girls around her were still singing children's songs happily one second, and the next second there was a human tragedy, one of the little girls was just like the children's rhyme, was hooked away and killed!

She was furious, her legs exerted, and she swept towards the source of the sound in the shadows like a big bird, but she was still one step too late, and by the time she arrived, it was already empty, and there were no chains-throwing monsters in sight, only flesh and blood all over the ground. The flesh, internal organs, and bones were all torn apart, and the slightly more complete ones were only three small skulls with hair attached, which were thrown to the ground at random, silently telling the tragic story that had just happened!

Seeing this situation, Joan of Arc's mind involuntarily came up with the nursery rhyme she had just heard:

"Three of them were hooked to death, and there is one and a half left!"

What's the next sentence? It seems to be ...... The shape is only a shadow single, and you split it in half?

Joan of Arc was shocked: What does this mean? My friends are all dead, so I don't want to live and want to commit suicide? Is that what I mean?

As soon as she thought of this, she immediately turned back to the same way as quickly as she could, and returned to the girl named Xiaomi as fast as she could, but saw that the other party had his eyes slightly closed, leaning obliquely on the soft belly of the three-headed dog of hell, as if he was about to fall asleep?!

"You, you!" Joan of Arc's lips trembled twice, but she didn't know what to say, but the range of her movements when she came back was too large, and she woke up Millet, only to see Millet yawn, stretched, rubbed her eyes, and saw Joan of Arc on the side, suddenly became happy, and said loudly:

"Big sister, are you back, keep playing!"

"You, are you still in the mood to play?" Joan of Arc felt a little incredible, she pointed to the direction in which Xiaobai was hooked out, and said: "Xiaobai is already dead, if you don't run, you are still in the mood to play?!"

Millet put her finger in her mouth, tilted her head to look at Joan of Arc, and asked in confusion:

"Little white...... Who is it?"

"You ask me who Xiaobai is? Isn't it the little friend who has been playing with you just now?!"

"What's the little friend? I've been herding alone all the time?"

?!!Seeing that things were getting more and more weird, Joan of Arc paused, grabbed Xiaomi's shoulders with both hands, shook it vigorously, and roared: "Didn't Xiaobai just be hooked away? You sang to me with her before? Don't you remember?!"

Shaken by Joan of Arc, Millet's expression became more and more confused, and her eyes gradually changed to a sluggish direction, just like Uncle Farmer and Aunt Lumber! After a while, her eyes returned to clarity, jumped and jumped, hugged Joan of Arc warmly, raised her little face and said:

"Big sister from a foreign country, come and play with us!"

Joan of Arc was stunned! Sluggish as she was, she finally noticed that something was wrong: first, the monster-like roar just now was very loud and spread widely! But only she reacted, and the villagers near the little girl all seemed to have not heard it! Second, she didn't ask Xiaomi about herself, but she still said the lines when she first saw her, as if the memory of seeing her before didn't exist!

This situation is very similar to ......

In order to confirm her suspicions, Joan of Arc shook off the millet that was holding her arm and walked towards the nearby villagers who were doing all kinds of farm work:

"Uncle, your medicine field is well planted! Give me a tonic soul fire? It's too precious, no need!"

"Grandma, your tailoring is so exquisite! What? Ask me if I need clothes? Thank you!"

"Young man, are you fighting an iron knife? Sharp, can you show me? Cut, stingy!"

"Little girl, who are you going to give these wildflower garlands to? Probably not for the blacksmith guy? I tell you he's stingy, not a good match!"

“......”

Joan of Arc wandered around among the seemingly normal villagers, talking to one of them from time to time, and gradually, she finally figured out the pattern, that is, you have to follow the rhythm of these villagers!

If you are talking to a farmer, you can only talk to him about the land in front of you, if you are talking to a tailor, you can only talk to her about sewing clothes, if you are talking to a pharmacist, you can only talk to him about medicines, if you are talking to a little girl, you can only talk to her about her sweetheart!

As long as your topic deviates from this range, or beyond the scope of the villager's 'profession', then he will fall into a 'sluggish' state, and then it will be like a crash and restart, refresh all the previous memories, return to the original state again, and repeat the first conversation with you!

This kind of performance, this kind of short-range logic, is not so much about people, but more like those professional NPCs who only have a few fixed lines in the popular online games in the magic web!

Joan of Arc was already a little confused at this time, and in the live broadcast room, it would be more and more lively:

"Barrage Protector Barrage Protector!"

"Where's the barrage, hurry up and cover the screen!

"It feels like you're watching a horror movie!"

"Ever since I entered this small village, I feel like my little heart has been pounding!"

"I saw those two little girls and I took off my pants, so you showed me this?!"

"That song is so scary! Especially when I listen to it with headphones, I feel like my soul is about to be hooked away!"

"That's all about the song, the unknown enemy who threw out that hook is really terrifying!The young lady, as a sixth-level demonic beast, couldn't react, how terrifying is this strength?!"

"Are there any normal people in this village?!"

"I feel very suspenseful! Everyone in this village is like an NPC, and they can't talk to each other at all!"

"Believe me, this place must be hidden!"

"I originally thought that it was a sure thing for Miss Joan of Arc to find her head, but now it seems that this is not the case!"

"Miss Saint seems to be a little confused! Do you have a big understanding of Dalong County and can give a reliable advice?"

"Isn't Teacher Ling just standing there? Is there anyone more reliable than him?"

"That's right, Miss Joan of Arc, don't look for it yourself, hurry up and go back to Teacher Ling!"

“......”

It should have been thought of with the sailors, and after thinking about it for a while, Joan of Arc gave up the idea of solving it by his own strength, took the initiative to come to Ling Mo's side, and asked:

"Mr. Ling, why are these villagers the same as NPCs?, what the hell is going on?!"

Ling Mo looked at Joan of Arc with a smile and asked, "Are you sure you want to know this?"

Realizing that she had asked a stupid question, Joan of Arc took a deep breath and asked instead, "Well, it doesn't matter. What I want to know is, what should I do next?"

"Don't you think they're like NPCs? Pick one of them and see if you can trigger the quest?" 8)