Barrier cats, a type of evil spirit, were born in the legends of some countries in the East.

Legend has it that the barrier cat likes to disguise itself as a homeless stray cat, curl up near a garbage can, wait for a good Samaritan to give it food, or play pranks on others when it wants to take it home for adoption. The type and intensity of the prank are not fixed, sometimes it will only make people fall, and sometimes it will cause people to suffer very serious injuries.

When someone has compassion and wants to collect its body, it will transfer this dead anger to the kind person who saved him, with full malice and happiness, watching this person gradually slide into the abyss of death. This typical act of revenge makes people classify the obstacle cat as an evil spirit, and it is the most hateful of evil spirits.

Unexpectedly, before being worshipped as the god of harvest, this cat-eared girl named Helo turned out to be a barrier cat in her body! This is really interesting, an evil spirit that specializes in playing with people's hearts has actually become a widely worshipped wishing god! With so many wishes blessings, it is no wonder that Hero does not show any characteristics of a barrier cat.

It's just that, according to Ling Mo's years of experience, it is very difficult for any creature to suppress his deep-seated instincts, and his moral level and self-discipline are as strong as Joan of Arc, and after becoming a headless horseman, he can't suppress his head-cutting instinct.

So, Helo, have you really completely lost your instincts as a hindered cat, especially now that your will has been drastically reduced, can you really suppress yourself?

Coming out of the small altar, Ling Mo looked at the strange task prompts in this row, and couldn't help but show a strange smile on his face: I really didn't expect it, I thought it would be a boring game, but I didn't expect that things would develop so interesting!

The hints given by the system were obvious enough, Ling Mo had basically determined the direction of the development of the incident, walking on the streets of the small village, he was silently calculating, with his current strength as a great martial artist, when it was most appropriate to interfere with the development of the incident, the voice of Joan of Arc kept coming from his ears:

"Mr. Ling?"

Raising his head, Ling Mo asked, "What's the matter?"

"Seeing that you were thoughtful, I followed you," Jeanne d'Arc asked, "Do you have any plans?"

Ling Mo replied, "Are you back to normal?"

Joan of Arc frowned slightly: "No, although I can barely control myself now, and I am very calm on the surface, but there seems to be a fire hidden in my heart, and the soul fire that has long been dead and silent is a little jumping." So, I'm really looking forward to you giving me an answer. ”

"Don't worry, I already have some clue about your head and the truth about this village," Ling Mo waved his hand, seemingly very sure, just as Joan of Arc was looking forward to what kind of surprise this mysterious man would bring to him, but he heard the other party's words: "Since yesterday, I haven't eaten anything, I'm really a little hungry, let's go find something to eat outside the village first, right?"

I didn't expect Ling Mo to turn so quickly, Joan of Arc almost didn't come up in one breath, she said very speechlessly: "Mr. Ling, I'm really in a hurry now, I think I can slow down the matter of eating......"

"In this world, what is more important than eating?" Before she could finish speaking, Ling Mo interrupted directly, and at the same time, a mysterious smile appeared on his face: "Perhaps, when we go out to forage for food, maybe there will be some unexpected gains?"

Seeing that Joan of Arc was still a little relieved, and wanted to say something, Ling Mo pulled her up and walked quickly towards the outside of the village, and at the same time, said to the magic eye elf flying on the side:

"The mysterious event was broadcast for several hours, and the new audience thought it was a suspenseful live broadcast. Next, let's go back to our old business and popularize the survival of undead creatures in the Rotten Lands. ”

"In the impression of many people, the necromantic creatures are already dead, do they still need to eat and drink? For example, skeletons, food is stuffed into the mouth, won't it leak out of the ribs? It cannot be said that this perception is wrong, although the necromantic creatures do not need to eat and drink in the conventional sense, but the soul fire they rely on for survival continues to be consumed every day, if it is not replenished in time, then it will be like us humans who have been hungry for a long time, and they will be weak, and then endanger their lives. ”

"Therefore, each necromantic creature has its own way of replenishing soul fire, some undead creatures have no quarrel with the world, such as skull grass, which absorbs energy from the ground like a plant and then transforms it into its own soul fire, and some necromantic creatures live by eating these 'plants', such as the common carrion corpses and skeletons. Yes, you heard it right, the fierce and cruel carrion corpse in the eyes of ordinary people is actually a 'herbivore' in the rotten land! If you don't believe me, the headless horseman next to me can testify for me. ”

Joan of Arc was originally dragged by Ling Mo, and he walked a little reluctantly, wanting to break free. But after a few seconds, his eyes unconsciously fell on his hand that was being held by Ling Mo, and for some reason, a strange feeling crossed his heart, and then he became honest and let the other party lead him.

At this time, he was suddenly named by Ling Mo, Joan of Arc was startled, and an imperceptible blush flashed across his face, and then he reacted and said:

"What...... Ah, yes, Mr. Ling still knows a lot about the Rotten Lands. The low-level carrion is a variety of low-level carrion corpses, which is very slow and has weak attack power, and the only advantage is that the attack contains poison, which can easily transform a weak human into a necromantic creature, but it is useless in the rotten land, after all, the permanent inhabitants here are originally necromantic creatures and are immune to their toxicity. Therefore, in order to prevent the soul fire from being extinguished, these carrion corpses have no other way than to eat grass and their kind. ”

At this time, a large ellipsis floated in the barrage, and most of the sailors said that their three views were shattered, as a frequent visitor to horror movies, countless people's nightmares when they were children, and now you actually tell me that this thing is actually grazing?

Ling Mo definitely didn't care if those sailors could accept it, at this time he had already taken Joan of Arc to the farmland outside the village, pointed to the skeleton grass in the field, Ling Mo said:

"Normally, this kind of skull grass is a good thing to replenish energy in the rotten land, but when I think of these things always applying some 'rotting corpse fertilizer', I always feel a little diaphragmatic in my heart, let's not eat this today. But I can't think of any substitutes for a while...... By the way, Miss Joan of Arc, can you tell me what do you usually use as a headless horseman to feed your soul fire?"

"Are you asking me, or are you asking us the Headless Horseman?"

"Is there a difference between these two questions?"

"Of course, there's a big difference. Joan of Arc explained, "I'm a headless horseman with a moral bottom line, and my recipe is a little different from other headless horsemen. ”

"Let's talk about it, I believe many sailors are very curious. ”

"If we are the Headless Horsemann, there is no specific recipe. Joan of Arc recalls for a moment, and then speaks:

"The so-called 'eating' of necromantic creatures is actually quite different from natural creatures, and it does not limit the specific type of food, and there is nothing that cannot be digested and absorbed, as long as the soul fire is strong enough, everything eaten is the same. Due to the high rank of our Headless Horseman, ordinary individuals will reach the level of a third-level Warcraft at the lowest, so they basically eat whatever they encounter. ”

"When I saw a group of skeletons on the road, I rode my horse and galloped to break up their formation, picking a few pleasing skeletons and smashing them to absorb their soul fire. Occasionally, the patriarch would be in high spirits and would lead us into a charging formation to hunt some powerful necromantic creatures, such as demonic beasts, vampire monsters, and so on. In addition, as knights, we all have a skilled bow and arrow skills, and the necromantic creatures flying in the sky are generally more vulnerable, so gargoyles, rotten wings, etc. are also within the scope of our recipe, and to sum up, we should actually be considered omnivores. ”

"Gargoyles, Wings of Decay, Demon Beasts, Vampire Beasts......" Ling Mo repeated the creatures Joan of Arc had just mentioned, and said unhappily:

"These creatures are very unpalatable! Especially gargoyles, the taste is like chewing rotten tiles raw! Even the relatively tasty vampire monsters are very old, with a strong fishy smell, which is worse than rotten pork. I don't usually think about these things until I have to, so don't you have anything else to recommend?"

Joan of Arc listened silently, looked at Ling Mo like a monster, and said with some hesitation: "To be honest, it's the first time I know that vampire demonic beasts have a fishy smell, after all, after we kill our prey, we only absorb soul fire, and the corpse is directly thrown there." ”

Ling Mo: "...... The meat also contains a lot of soul energy, it's too wasteful for you to eat like this. ”

"Is it a waste? The soul energy in the flesh is only about 20%, which is not too wasteful. Joan of Arc thought about it carefully, shook his head and said, "Anyway, the creatures in the Land of Decay are almost endless, and soul fires are everywhere, so it doesn't matter if you waste a little, do you still expect us to be sustainable? Haha, there are no green waters and green mountains here." ”

"Well, forget me about the superfluous things. Ling Mo shrugged his shoulders and continued to ask, "What about you, what do you live on?"

At this time, the two of them had already walked out of the village along the way they came, and came back to the hillside outside, hearing Ling Mo's question, Joan of Arc stretched out his hand and pointed to the ghost fires that were slowly floating in mid-air, and said:

"Look, these things are my main food. ”

"Ghost Lantern Demon?" Ling Mo was a little surprised: "You actually use the Ghost Lantern Demon as your staple food? But the level of this thing is too low, and the soul fire contained in it is very limited, and it may not be full if you eat hundreds of them, right? Could it be that your daily life is spent in constant predation? That's too boring!"

"Hehe, you don't know about this," Joan of Arc smiled very proudly, "In the eyes of the layman, the ghost lantern demons floating everywhere in the rotten land look exactly the same from the outside, like a ghost fire that is constantly extinguished. However, if you spread out your soul power and 'see' these ghost demons through the perspective of your soul, you will find that these little ones are actually very different!"

As she spoke, she took her head off her head, and the black gas in her neck overflowed outward, and the smoke curled up towards the ubiquitous ghost lantern demons in the air. A very dreamy scene appeared, those floating ghost fires, as soon as they were touched by this black gas, actually showed a variety of colorful colors and various beautiful shapes!

The red ones are like fire, the pink ones are like the glow, and the white ones are like snow, and if you don't let me, I won't let you, they all gather in clusters and rush around. They are not fixed in shape, like peach blossoms, apricot blossoms, pear blossoms, and those miscellaneous, named, nameless, scattered in the grass, like eyes, like stars, and blinking.

Many viewers in front of the screen, especially female audiences, have been intoxicated by this colorful fall at this time, and some of them have even begun to fantasize about this fantastic scenery, the tall, handsome, dashing and rich Prince Charming confessed to himself, what an intoxicating and romantic scene it should be!

It's a pity that as soon as Joan of Arc opened her mouth, she completely destroyed the atmosphere:

"Seeing Mr. Wu Ling, the color of these ghost lantern demons, in the order of red, orange, yellow, green, blue, purple, the energy intensity contained in them increases step by step, absorbing one cyan ghost lantern demon, probably the same energy as absorbing a hundred red ghost lantern demons. Even if I am a sixth-level demonic beast, I only need to catch three or five green ghost lantern demons to meet the consumption of a day. ”

Speaking of these ghost lantern demons, Joan of Arc talked about it with great interest, she pointed to the colorful sky with great interest, and introduced it as if offering treasures: "I loved to eat fruits when I was alive, and these ghost lantern demons happen to be fruit-flavored, such as ......"

"Stop, stop!" Ling Mo hurriedly stopped, his eyes widened and asked, "Soul fire still smells like fruit?"

"It's not the taste of eating, it's the kind of mood that the soul feels when it is absorbed into the body!Mr. Ling, you really don't have a sense of life!" Somewhat dissatisfied with Ling Mo's interruption, Joan of Arc glared at Ling Mo before continuing to introduce with an intoxicated face:

"Sucking a red one is like eating a tomato, the sour juice stimulates the taste buds and makes the mouth relish; smoking an orange one is like eating an orange petal, the sweet and sour mix is just right, making people flutter, sucking a yellow ......"

Let Joan of Arc blow like this, these ghost lantern demons floating in the sky are simply a feast, a group of moving Manchu and Han people! It made Ling Mo's heart itch and he was ready to move. Seeing that Joan of Arc was still intoxicated in his own world, and he couldn't get out for a while, Ling Mo spotted a green one, jumped under his feet, and instantly approached, the person was still in mid-air, and with a wave of his hand, he directly smashed the core of the green ghost lamp demon, and then, the pure soul energy was sucked into Ling Mo's body, just like a long whale absorbing water!

Hiss~~~~!It's so cool!

I didn't taste any fruit flavor, but the refreshing feeling like eating an old popsicle on dog days simply made Ling Mo's heart feel refreshed and couldn't stop! It's just green, it's already so delicious! I don't know what will happen to the blue and purple ones?

With this expectation, Ling Mo stepped in the air and shot towards a blue ghost lantern demon, before the person arrived, a piece of iron chain flew out of the air out of nowhere, and the sharp hook at the head of the iron chain directly pierced the body of the blue ghost lantern demon, and then the iron chain shrank, dragging it away like a meteor!

In the dark corner, the greedy voice sounded again:

“AHH...... FRESH FRUIT！”

Joan of Arc suddenly woke up from his intoxication, drew his big sword, and rushed towards the direction where the sound sounded! Ling Mo didn't follow suit, he looked down at the trembling magnet mushroom in his hand, and quietly stuffed it into his trouser pocket.