"Take the task?" Joan of Arc chewed on the word, tilted her head and looked at Ling Mo stupidly, and after a while, it suddenly dawned on her: "It's like playing an online game of the Magic Net, and have a constant conversation with them?"

Ling Mo was surprised: "You actually know online games, aren't they all dead for hundreds of years? In your era, not to mention online games, even the magic net doesn't exist, right?"

"Don't think of me as an old grandmother who is behind the times," Joan of Arc said with some dissatisfaction: "Although I have lived in a rotten land all these years, I actually know a little bit about the magic net! Sometimes I also go online, but I don't have the kind of identification ID of mainland humans, I can only browse the magic net as a tourist, and I can't interact with anyone." ”

"Oh?" Ling Mo was surprised: "You ghosts, necromancers, can you also surf the Internet? That's really a living ghost!"

"Mr. Ling, do you have any misunderstanding about us necromantic creatures?" Joan of Arc pointed to himself, and then pointed to the Demon Eye Elf who had been hovering not far away, and said, "I actually know a lot about the Demon Net, such as that little thing, it should be the Demon Eye Elf, so Mr. Ling, you should be live streaming now, right?" I don't know how many people are watching all our activities and conversations, right?"

"You even know this?!"

"Of course! I've noticed this little thing from the first time I saw you. Joan of Arc said with some smugness, "And I can also see that your type of magic eye elf is very powerful, and with my powerful perception, I can only see an outline vaguely when I concentrate all my energy!"

"Now that you know, why ......"

"Why are you still allowed to broadcast live, right?" Joan of Arc preemptively finished Ling Mo's words, and then smiled brightly: "Why not? Since the day I became a saint, I have always adhered to the life attitude of 'nothing can be said to others', I have nothing that cannot be said, everything I do can stand the judgment of my inner court, and it doesn't matter if anyone looks at it." ”

"There's one more point. Speaking of this, Joan of Arc sighed and said sullenly: "The people on the mainland, the misunderstanding of our necromantic creatures is too serious, our necromantic creatures, although they have the word 'death' in their names, are still living creatures! Although most of them are transformed from other creatures, and they are very similar to their appearance after death, we are actually living creatures! We will also die, we also have our own habits, and we also have our own joys, sorrows, and sorrows, and this is what I want to convey to the people of the mainland. ”

"I agree with most of your views, what is death? Death is nothing, as long as there is consciousness and self-disciplined action, it is not really death, it is just a transformation of life forms. Ling Mo first echoed two sentences, and then changed his words:

"But, Miss Joan of Arc, although I understand your position as a necromantic creature, you must also admit that the proportion of high-level psychic creatures in the necromantic creature group is the least, and the vast majority of low- and medium-priced necromantic creatures are highly aggressive, and their aggression is different from that of natural, mechanical, and elemental creatures. ”

"The aggressive behavior of natural creatures, in most cases, is to fill their stomachs or courtship, and has their own endogenous desires; the aggressive behavior of mechanical creatures and elemental creatures, in most cases, is because you have intruded into their territory or touched their guardians, and it is very easy to find patterns; and the attacking behavior of necromantic creatures, many of them are killing for the sake of killing, its soul fire is obviously enough, and it cannot be upgraded, but it will still kill for the pleasure of hunting, plus you necromantic creatures have a lot of taboos, and many behaviors are unpredictable, so it is normal for people to have a bad feeling for you。 ”

Joan of Arc was speechless for a while, she knew that what Ling Mo said was the truth, and she couldn't refute it at all, so she had to say sullenly: "This is also something that can't be helped, right? The source of our birth is mostly because of the resentment of creatures before they die, and their behavior is more inclined to 'chaos and evil' is determined by the essential attributes, and has nothing to do with our will." I've heard that the top bosses seem to be able to reverse this tendency, but it's impossible for them to do this kind of self-destructive thing......"

"If you can't change it, then don't mention these depressing things again. Ling Mo waved his hand and said to Joan of Arc: "Since you know online games, it's easy to do, go find a villager who is pleasing to the eye, chat with him, the topic has been revolving around his profession, consciously ask in and out of the words, what difficulties the other party has that he can't solve, and then you take the initiative to ask Ying, you will definitely gain something!"

"Can this method really work? What does it have to do with helping them do things and looking for my head?" Joan of Arc muttered, but still obediently did what Ling Mo said, once as a sect saintess, how to say that she was also an upper-class person in human society, she deeply understood a truth: when you don't have a better way yourself, listen to other people's methods to do it first, it is a hundred times better than staying where you are!

After thinking about it, I finally felt that it was easier to break through from Uncle Farmer, after all, I had done some farm work in the past.

Soon she began her own conversation, finding the farmer who was standing in the skull field, experiencing the joy of the harvest, and started again with the dialogue "Hello, stranger ......", and soon the topic returned to the previous place

“...... The secret of planting this grass is to chop up the carrion and throw it in every few days, I heard that the effect is better with living people, but these ten miles and eight villages, where to find living people from other countries!"

After saying this, Uncle Farmer began to sigh and sigh, as if he had encountered great difficulty, and when he heard Uncle Farmer say this again, Joan of Arc still had a strong desire to hack the other party to death. Resisting this impulse, Joan of Arc put a smirk on her face and asked in a smirk:

"That's too bad, uncle, is there any difficulty I can help you with?"

"Alas, little girl, you are so warm-hearted!" Uncle Farmer seemed to have been waiting for Joan of Arc's words, he slapped his thigh suddenly, pointed to the north, and said: "In the farmland run by 'Tian Dazhu' in the north of the village, it seems that living people have been used to fertilize, and he may have some way to get living people from where, foreigner, can you help me find out?"

When Joan of Arc heard this, his face was silent, but he had already secretly made up his mind in his heart that after seeing this 'Tian Dazhu', if the other party did have this kind of behavior, he wouldn't say anything, and he couldn't do this bullshit 'task', and he would cut the other party with a sword!

She came to the location of 'Tian Dazhu' in the north of the village with full of anger, and tentatively asked the other party, this peasant with a straw hat and an honest appearance, after hearing Joan of Arc's intention, he waved his hand again and again in a panic: "It's all rumors from fellow villagers, where do I have a way to get a living person?" It's just that a few days ago, I picked up the corpse of an adventurer at the entrance of the village, which had been half devoured by zombie dogs, and was thrown into the field in line with the principle of waste utilization. ”

Fertilize with the corpses of dead people......

Joan of Arc's hand pressed on the hilt of the sword, his face was cloudy, and he hesitated, but after all, he did not make a move. While this kind of thing may not be in line with mainstream values, it would be too high to raise too high moral demands on these villagers who have lived in a rotten land for a long time. However, when the villager named 'Tian Dazhu' saw Joan of Arc's face, he mistakenly thought that the other party was a little disappointed that he did not get a living person, and in the spirit of hospitality, he pointed to the direction of the village, and said mysteriously:

"If you are really in a hurry, I heard that the 'Mr. Teaching' in this village has great powers and a stable supply of living people, why don't you go and find him?"

With a click, Joan of Arc clenched the hilt of the sword, the green tendons in her hand burst out, and after politely saying goodbye to 'Tian Dazhu', she couldn't wait to rush into the house of that damn 'Mr. Teaching' in the next second and chop this guy with the so-called 'source of living people' to pieces!

She was carrying the giant sword, and she was about to walk into this village with a paradise-like scenery in a rage, but was stopped by Ling Mo, who looked at the murderous Joan of Arc helplessly, and said:

"Were you so impulsive when you were a saint?"

"How can this be called impulsive?" Joan of Arc said to Ling Mo very seriously: "This kind of pure evil should be punished immediately! If you kill this 'Mr. Teaching' one second earlier, there may be one less innocent person killed." Justice that arrives on time is justice, and if you are late, it is no longer justice, just to make up for regrets and talk about comfort!"

"I'm not hindering your sense of justice," Ling Mo said, while pointing to the villagers who were busy with their own guys in the vast fields, and said angrily: "There are so many sources of information in your face, you don't say to inquire more, don't you think it's too reckless to get the information of a scaly claw and go to find something?" Or do you think that you have the strength of a sixth-level high-level demonic beast, so you just walked sideways here?"

Joan of Arc was speechless, as long as she went to talk to the villagers again.

Lumber Aunt.

“...... Haha, little girl, I'm fascinated by logging and envy, right? I'll tell you, logging is just hard and skillful, and it's not difficult...... You ask me if there is anything I can do to help me at work, haha! Auntie is still young! It's okay at work, but Auntie has a personal matter to ask you for!"

"My family's mouth, it's getting worse and worse at night, I got a secret recipe to give him to eat, so that he can continue to me, but the main drug of this secret recipe 'Gao Pill for Living Men' can't be found!"

"You said that 'Mr. Teaching' seems to have a supply of living people there? Hey, that's right! Thanks to your reminder, Auntie, I almost forgot about it! Yes, yes, yes, that's what happened! Little girl, can you help me go to 'Mr. Teach' and ask for three 'living male gao pills' for me?"

Millet grazing zombies.

"Big sister, you're back to play with me again......? No, it's so angry! You just threw me away and hurt me! Big sister is a big villain, not gentle at all, and she will definitely not be able to marry in the future!"

"Eh, you said that in order to get my forgiveness, you are willing to solve problems for the world's cutest millet......? The world's cutest or something, there is no such thing at all! Big sister, I was joking, but I wasn't angry with you at all! However, I really have a particularly difficult thing to do here!"

"Xiao San'er (Millet pointed to the three-headed dog of hell lying on his stomach) has been having chickenpox on his body recently, it hurts, itches and pus, I heard that the dog has chickenpox, as long as he eats a bowl of human flesh can be cured. Big sister, can you help me go to the 'Mr. Teaching' in the village and ask for a bowl of human meat soup?"

Niu Daring who is striking iron, Sister-in-law Wang who is roasting duck, Lao Sun Tou who is holding the boat, Ma Quanyou who is practicing, and Li Shanren who is hanging out...... Joan of Arc's face became more gloomy every time she talked to someone, and although the villagers seemed normal, as the conversation progressed, they would always make all sorts of strange demands, the focus of which was 'I need a certain part of the human body' and 'Why don't you ask the village teacher?'

After eight or nine so-called 'tasks' before and after, all the spearheads were directed at the 'Mr. Teaching' in the village, Joan of Arc desperately suppressed his breathing, returned to Ling Mo's side, and said with a sinking face: "Mr. Ling, so many people know that this 'Mr. Teaching' has great powers, the probability of making a mistake is very small, right?"

Ling Mo shrugged his shoulders and made a gesture of convenience. Joan of Arc twisted her head, just now because she was too angry, the black gas that spewed out of her neck deviated a little from the top of her head, and then she straightened her clothes, put the giant sword behind her back, and strode in from the simple fence gate at the entrance of the village!

As soon as I entered this small village like a paradise, stepping on the country road paved with bluestone, two strong men dressed in regimental training immediately ran in front of me, but they were not as kind as those outside the village. One of the fierce-looking men pressed a knife to his waist and asked:

"I see you're very fresh, stranger, what are you doing in our village? You are not welcome here!

From Joan of Arc's feelings, the energy fluctuations of the two men with knives in front of her were no more than the top and bottom of the first-level demonic beasts, and she could poke them over with just a little finger, but in order to avoid startling the snake, she still patiently explained to them: "I don't do anything, it's just that many villagers outside the village have entrusted me to find 'Mr. Teaching', and I hope he can solve some problems!"

Unexpectedly, as soon as Mr. Teaching was mentioned, the two fierce men with knives immediately changed their attitudes and smiled all over their faces:

"It turns out that we are looking for 'Mr. Teaching', can we just say no? Stranger, it just so happens that our brother also has some problems, you see that the knives in our hands are a little rusty, how can this kind of broken weapon guard the safety of the village? Can you help us go to 'Mr. Teach' and ask for some oil to come back and polish the knife to a bright one?" 8)