Many people's first impression of the jujube tree is that it is low, but they don't know that if the growth of the jujube tree is not deliberately controlled, then this kind of tree can actually grow to more than ten meters tall.

The jujube tree outside the window of the altar here is this tall variety, the window above the statue is already more than seven meters high from the ground, standing at the door, looking out through the window, still can't see the crown of the two jujube trees, only the lush branches of the jujube tree outside the window, and the green jujube that is half red and half white.

To tell the truth, the jujube tree is actually very ugly, gray-brown bark, cracked everywhere, more vicissitudes than the most suffering old man, the crown tree is ovate, and the side branches and twigs are everywhere, disorganized, and there is no beauty at all. But as soon as Joan of Arc walked in, she immediately understood why the strange commenter would do such a frivolous thing as counting date trees.

The inside of this altar is too boring and depressing.

As soon as the door behind him closed, the entire interior of the altar became a world of its own, and in the dim light, the surrounding walls seemed to be covered with a layer of gray mist, and nothing could be seen. If you stay a little longer, you will feel an inexplicable irritability, and in order not to drive yourself crazy, you have to turn your head to look at the only window that transmits light, and count the only scenery outside the window:

One jujube tree, two jujube trees.

One leaf, ten leaves......

One date, ten dates......

Stopping his inexplicable behavior, Joan of Arc was already very sure at this time, this was the 'laboratory' mentioned by the commenter, but the strange thing was that there was no equipment or instruments in this room, and it didn't look like there was equipment before, so why was it called a laboratory?

In the empty room, only one idol was placed on a high platform, standing alone in the middle, and in front of the base of the idol lay a long table with several empty bowls side by side, and no tribute. The only bowl that is not empty, there is only one pitted red heart, which looks very shabby.

Focusing on the idol, Joan of Arc noticed that the statue in the room also looked very strange, she looked like a human maiden, and her dress was typical of the caftun, which was used to show the solemnity of the idol. But the two small cat ears on the girl's head completely destroyed this solemnity at once, and with the smile on her face, it always gave people a strange feeling.

The carver of the idol did not use any exaggerated techniques to express, the idol girl is just an ordinary standing posture, at most a little more dignified than ordinary people. The only eye-catching thing is that behind the buttocks of the cat-eared girl god, there are actually three big fluffy tails! These tails resemble fox tails, making it impossible to tell whether she is a catwoman or a fox girl.

The statue itself is not tall, only one meter five or six, which is no different from the height of ordinary people, if it is not for the fact that this is an altar in advance, then Joan of Arc will not be able to see that this cat-eared girl carving is actually a god statue. Thinking that the villagers in this village had the habit of cannibalism, Joan of Arc couldn't help but take two steps forward, wanting to see if the peach as a tribute was anything strange.

Looking left and right, it was an ordinary peach, it shouldn't have been more than three days after picking it off, and when Joan of Arc was about to pick up this peach and identify it more carefully, Ling Mo and another crisp female voice sounded at the same time:

"Stop!"

However, it was still a little late, Joan of Arc had already held the peach in her hand at this time, she turned her head to look at Ling Mo, and asked suspiciously, "This peach, can't you touch it?"

"Tribute thief! dare to snatch our peaches!" Without waiting for Ling Mo to answer, on the other side, the crisp female voice just now sounded again, and before Joan of Arc could see the figure clearly, she felt a pain in her hand, and involuntarily let go of her hand, letting the rotten peach in her hand fall, and before she could reach the ground, she was grabbed by a white little hand and held in her arms like a treasure.

Joan of Arc rubbed her red palms, turned her head and said angrily, "A rotten peach......!

Halfway through the words, her voice suddenly froze, because, when she turned her head, she realized that the person talking to herself was actually a cat-eared girl, she was wearing an antique robe, just like the lady who walked out of the painting, and the three orange tails behind her wagged and wagged, at this time, because of anger, the hair on the tail exploded, and the big tail, which was already fluffy and supple, became more inflated, almost the same size as the girl's body, and it looked extremely funny.

I don't know when, the original wooden statue actually came back to life!

The girl was already very angry, and when she heard Joan of Arc's 'rotten peach,' she was almost so angry that she could not restrain herself!

"What a faux pas! What a tattered peach? This is a precious tribute! A tribute to the great cat god!"

Joan of Arc didn't listen to the girl's words at all, and looked at the girl dumbfounded, Joan of Arc jumped three feet high, and said in shock: "You, you, you...... You're the same god just now?!Aren't you made of wood?!"

"You're made of wood! Your whole family is made of wood!" The girl immediately retorted angrily: "We are not gods, we are real gods of willingness!

For some reason, listening to this cat-eared girl claiming to be a god, Joan of Arc couldn't rise a trace of respect in her heart, but instead ignited a long-lost bad taste, special, special, special wanted to bully her! So Joan of Arc pretended to be surprised and said: "Oh~~~~! It turned out to be a great god!

The words 'great' and 'god-sama' seemed to poke at the girl's G-spot at once, obviously she was still in a very angry state, but the corners of her mouth and eyes were uncontrollably bent, and she was about to laugh out loud, but the girl suddenly realized that if she was coaxed like this, wouldn't she look very childish, and hurriedly raised her face, snorted, and said:

"You, you mortal ghost, are still a little more respectful! as long as you honestly offer us tribute, the great ones will have a lot, forgive you for your offense to us!"

Joan of Arc said in a panic, "I really deserve death for offending the gods!" I will immediately prepare a rich tribute to atone for my sins against the cat god!"

Hearing the words 'rich tribute', the cat-eared girl's whole body lit up, her face became extremely ruddy in an instant, her expression could no longer be restrained, and she suddenly blossomed!

"Yes, yes, yes! Tribute! Prepare it for us now, prepare it for us immediately! Let's have a good ~~~ lot of tribute!"

"Yes, Lord God!" Joan of Arc continued, then said with a little hesitation, "but...... What kind of tribute does the cat god like? I don't know at all, but what should I prepare?"

"Let's eat small fish ......"

Before the cat-eared girl could finish her words, she was forcibly interrupted by Joan of Arc, and she looked around and pretended to suddenly realize: "Ah! I see! The cat god likes rotten peaches the most, so I will prepare three rotten peaches for the cat god as a rich tribute!"

Hearing this, the cat-eared girl's face froze with excitement, and she couldn't help but shout loudly: "Just three rotten peaches?

"Lord God, how dare I do this!" Joan of Arc continued to be sincerely afraid, "You see that you still regard a rotten peach in your hand as a treasure, so from this point of view, three rotten peaches are already an incomparably rich tribute, right?"

When she spoke, her eyes were still on the empty bowls on the table, and the rotten peach tightly held in the arms of the cat-eared girl flew back and forth several times, the cat-eared girl was slightly stunned, and even if she understood that Joan of Arc was playing herself, her little face turned red, her face was full of shyness, she wanted to defend but didn't know what to say, just this Joan of Arc did not let her go, and added a fatal blow:

"Three rotten peaches are rich enough for you, Lord Cat God! With these three peaches, you can at least move a little longer, and you don't have to be so economical and turn into a wooden sculpture for people to visit!"

When she said this, the cat-eared girl couldn't hold back anymore, and she cried loudly!

While crying, he whimpered intermittently:

"We—we don't want to do that! Once upon a time, there were so many creatures in this place who believed in us!"

"The people who worship can line up from the altar to the other side of the street, the tributes in front of the table are full, and the sesame oil money is also sufficient, think about that time, we drank a bowl of soy milk and poured a bowl!"

"It's just、It's just that I don't know what happened later.,Fewer and fewer people come to pay homage to us.,Not to mention our willingness to do it.,The tribute hasn't been eaten for a long time!

"We're all so miserable, and we're going to be laughed at by you little ghost! Do you have a conscience! We're so pitiful! Woo wow, a!!"

The more she cried, the louder she cried, the more sad she became, the whole person collapsed to the ground in a duck sitting position, wiping her tears and crying with grief, Joan of Arc didn't expect her bad taste to make this cat-eared girl cry so miserably, she was at a loss for a while, she wanted to come forward to comfort but felt that it was not good, she touched her whole body for a while, and found out half of the barbecue that Ling Mo had made before, and handed it to the cat-eared girl.

Well, the barbecue was snatched away. The cry of the cat-eared girl stopped, replaced by the sound of whimpering and gobbling up.

Within a few seconds, the cat-eared girl ate a piece of snapdragon grass bigger than her head, touched her stomach, and didn't seem to be satisfied, she wanted to stuff the peach in her arms into her mouth and eat it, but for some reason, she lifted the peach and looked at it in front of her for a while, and then put it away with a reluctant face.

"Is this peach so cherished?" Joan of Arc finally couldn't help but ask, "Besides, outside the window behind you, aren't there two jujube trees?" Even if you don't have the will, you still have the strength to climb up the tree and pick a few jujubes to eat, right?

"You're as uneducated as the bastard who lived in our house before," the cat-eared girl carefully licked the food scraps from her hands, the action was unusually similar to a kitten's face washing. By the way, he glanced at Joan of Arc with disdain, pointed out the window and said, "What jujube tree? Although they look very similar, the two trees outside are 'sarashuang trees', and the fruits produced are sara, which have no use except for making the skin delicate, and have no nutritional value at all." ”

"Eh, can you delicate your skin after eating?" didn't care about the cat-eared girl's contempt at all, and when she heard this beauty function, Joan of Arc suddenly became a little happy: "Is it such a good fruit? ”

"Whatever you want," replied the cat-eared girl indifferently, "don't cut down the trees for us, and we will want to die under these two trees later." ”

Ling Mo suddenly spoke: "Legend has it that after the god of wishing power is destroyed under the Twin Trees of Suoluo, the Saluo Tree will produce holy Saluo seeds, which have high medicinal value, especially for repairing the soul, if you don't mind, can you give it to me?"

"Don't mind," the cat-eared girl waved her hand very casually: "At that time, we are all dead, and whoever gets it will be who's who's it." ”

At this time, she finally licked the residue off her hands, and after eating a half-full cat-eared girl, she re-revealed her proud look, looked up at Joan of Arc, and said, "For the sake of your offering to us, say, what do you want to know? There must be something that came to us, and it can't be that he came to us specifically to make offerings to us, right?"

Joan of Arc thought for a moment and asked tentatively:

"What's your name, is it really a god?"

"It's all about this time, do you still have to doubt our identity?" said the cat-eared girl, "We are Helo, the god of blessing the harvest and joy! In the past, this village was in drought for many years, and the villagers set up a shrine to ask for rain, and we happened to pass by, fell asleep on the altar, and were worshiped by these villagers for a night, but the next day it rained heavily, and the villagers thought that our magic was strong, and they offered us as gods. ”

"You may not know much about it, but it is difficult for fantasy creatures to absorb this kind of willingness with faith, just like taking drugs, and they can grow themselves rapidly, and it is difficult to control themselves. Because the sacrifices of the villagers are very grand and have a lot of wishes, we have settled down in the village, and we have gradually been transformed into a little divinity, and even a little divine power. ”

Speaking of this, Helo showed a look of remorse on his face, sighed and said:

"Later, we learned that it is absolutely taboo for fantasy creatures to absorb the power of wishes! Once it exceeds a certain amount, it will always be bound to faith. When there are many believers, everything is naturally good, but once no one worships them, they will quickly weaken, and if there is no believer left, they will disappear into ashes and disappear in people's memories forever. ”8)