Seeing that the magnet mushroom in his hand continued to tremble, and the top magnet head bent desperately in the direction of the sound source, Ling Mo showed a clear smile on his face, looked at the back of Joan of Arc who pounced out, and quietly stuffed the magnet mushroom into his trouser pocket.

Interesting! The monster that hooked one or two villagers from time to time outside the village to devour it turned out to be Pamela's ragdoll bear! The 'Pamela's Doll' mission released by the system is, in the final analysis, to catch this monster who is good at using iron hooks!

While he was pondering the question, it didn't take long for Joan of Arc to return, and she was a little stunned.

Ling Mo asked knowingly, "What's wrong?"

"It's really hateful, I barely glanced at it, it should be a very large guy, but the speed is unexpectedly fast!" showed an angry look on her face: "When I pounced closer, I only saw a black back, fleeing in a hurry." Since your skills have been sealed by you, you can't exert much strength, and you barely swing a sword, without even cutting off a single hair. ”

"Big, how big?"

"About five meters tall, right?" Joan of Arc said with some uncertainty: "From the back, the guy has been surrounded by a circle of yellow fog, emitting a foul smell, and at the same time, it can also distort the light to a certain extent, blocking the perception, so I can't see it very really." ”

Ling Mo let out an 'oh', wondering in his heart whether Pamela had lied, a giant ragdoll bear five or six meters tall, to describe it as a 'beloved doll', it was really too much, right? Besides, Pamela's small house, the floor to the ceiling was not even three meters, how did this ragdoll bear stay in the house and play with her? If you think about it, this picture is really a little scary!

However, he said, "Aren't you most concerned about your own head at this time? What are you doing with that monster's idle business? Aren't you afraid that if you rush over and find that you can't beat that monster, won't you be a sheep?"

"How can this be said to be idle matters? If you don't care about it, I don't care about it, who else will take care of it? These idle things will pile up, and finally ferment into a big thing, sweeping everyone, and when that time comes, who should complain to?" Joan of Arc disagreed with Ling Mo's statement: "Although it is not clear whether those villagers are guilty or not, even if they are really guilty and need to be judged, they should not atone for their sins by burying themselves in the mouth of monsters." ”

"Okay, well, I don't fight with you in this regard, it's just a different concept. Ling Mo made a pause gesture, signaling not to continue to bother with this kind of question, and then, he pointed to the sky with some regret, and said:

"One thing I quite agree with you, this monster is really a little unsophisticated, the movement made by eating something is too big, and it scares away all those ghost lantern demons in the sky, and there is no food at all, regret. ”

Joan of Arc looked at the blue sky, and was also a little helpless, and said, "This kind of thing is actually not rare, right...... Mr. Ling, no matter what, the ghost lantern demon is gone, and our meal is in vain. Why don't you go back to the village now?"

"Listen, Miss Joan of Arc, I know you're anxious right now, but the more anxious you are, the more you should calm down and think. Ling Mo's expression finally became a little more serious: "Your thinking is not agile now, let me ask you, use the creature in your head to ......"

"That impostor!"

Joan of Arc interrupted Ling Mo's words very abruptly, and his tone was a little tough: "Mr. Ling, please call that damn guy an impostor, I can't accept the word creature." ”

"Well, whatever you like. Ling Mo paused and said, "That impostor, you can escape in front of a large number of researchers who obey the sect, what do you think of its strength?"

Joan of Arc was stunned, pondered for a while, and hesitated: "At least it has to be a sixth-level lower-level demonic beast, right? It is even very likely that it has reached the level of a sixth-level mid-level demonic beast, even if our sect has declined, but I believe that no matter how it declines, it is impossible for even a fifth-level demonic beast to be unable to sleep." ”

"Isn't that right!" Ling Mo slapped his thigh and raised his voice: "You yourself are a sixth-level demonic beast, you tell me, you don't eat at all, you don't replenish energy, how long can you last at most?"

"My words ......" Joan of Arc thought for a while and said: "If you don't replenish your energy for more than three days, your strength will begin to decline, and if you don't replenish it for a week, your strength will begin to decline sharply, and if you don't eat for more than half a month, you will become very weak, which will endanger your life." ”

"You're like that, then do you think that imposter can be an exception?!" Ling Mo wanted to raise his hand and knock on Joan of Arc's head, but in the end he still didn't make a move: "No matter how she transforms, she still belongs to the category of living beings, on this continent, except for the eighth-level magical beasts that have their own fixed energy sources, all living beings have to eat!"

"Oh oh oh, Mr. Ling, I understand what you mean," Joan of Arc finally came back to his senses after being reminded by Ling Mo: "You mean that if that imposter still lives nearby, then it must have a stable place to replenish energy, is that what you mean?"

"You finally understand?" Ling Mo said lightly: "Whether it is your own induction, or the information provided to you by that good man Arthas, it shows that the imposter is nearby, and he has never been far away, and the small village we went to before, we have searched inside and out, do you think there is any place in the village that can stably produce food for the daily consumption of sixth-level demonic beasts?"

"Obviously...... No," Joan of Arc said, "Those crops in the farmland are a bit reluctant to supply a fifth-level demonic beast, let alone a sixth-level demonic beast. ”

"That imposter never leaves this place, presumably there must be something here that she desires very much, or cares about very much, prompting her to keep wandering around, but her body urges her to replenish enough energy," Ling Mo stretched out his hand, drew a large circle in the air, and said: "This place, which belongs to the wasteland part of the Rotten Land, the area where the sixth-level demonic beasts can be allowed to forage is very limited, no more than three, let's take a turn a little, we will definitely be able to find the trace of that impostor." ”

"As long as I find her traces, with the induction between me and her, as well as the secret skills of our Headless Horsemann clan, it will be easy for me to find her hiding place!" Joan of Arc, and then she said to Ling Mo with a very earnest look: "Mr. Ling, I hope that when I encounter that impostor, you can lift my seal, I want to face that impostor with a victorious attitude, and I don't want to leave any regrets." ”

"No problem," Ling Mo agreed: "Don't talk about lifting the seal, when the time comes, I'll take action myself and help you kill that impostor!"

"I don't need to use this. Joan of Arc said very seriously: "Mr. Ling, I don't doubt that you can do this, but according to the legend of our headless horsemen from generation to generation, only by cutting off the head of the imposter with your own hands without any external force can you lift the curse that has been passed down for thousands of years by our clan, and can you truly put your head on yourself." ”

Ling Mo shrugged and said, "Okay, since that's the case, then I can also teach you a skill to press the bottom of the box, which is guaranteed to make your combat power soar." ”

Joan of Arc nodded slowly: "Then I'll be disrespectful." ”

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Once the matter was agreed, the two climbed up to the 'abandoned old mountain' outside the village, which was close to afternoon, but the sky in the Rotten Land rarely cleared, and it always looked gloomy.

The two also deliberately detoured and returned to the previous death caves to take a look, and it was not surprising that in those deep caves, all kinds of old man's phantoms began to appear again, which were gradually solidifying and forming entities. Seeing this scene, Joan of Arc sighed and said:

"I thought this was the place where the villagers of Talung County abandoned their old people, and I was still angry at their despair. But now it seems that these caves themselves may reflect the folk custom of 'parasitic caves'! As long as there are parasitic caves on the mainland, then there will be a steady stream of old people's souls being detained in these caves. ”

"So what are you going to do? Smash all these caverns?"

"There's no point," Joan of Arc shook his head: "Smashing this place is just a change of place to map this folk custom, it didn't save anyone, the gains outweigh the losses, Mr. Ling, let's hurry up." ”

After saying that, the two of them sped up, from the desolate side of the mountain to the verdant side, looking at the lush greenery, Joan of Arc was at a loss for a while: this mountain is so big, where is the place where high-energy food is produced?

When she was a headless horseman, her staple food had always been a ghost lamp demon, and due to the serious road idiot, she had not been able to practice a good skill of foraging, and at this time in the mountains and forests, she couldn't even figure out which direction to go, so she had to cast a look for help to Ling Mo on the side.

Ling Mo didn't answer, but instead squatted down, found a lush grass, and inserted his fingers into the soil. Close your eyes and feel it.

It didn't take long for Ling Mo to stand up, shake the dirt on his hand, point in the northwest direction, and say:

"The surging of the leylines tells me that most of the energy here is gathering in that direction. Not too far from here, there must be a flora rich in energy. ”

Joan of Arc exclaimed, "Can you actually sense the direction of the energy surging in the leylines from the surface of the earth? In my impression, this should be the privilege of a seventh-level earth-based demonic beast, right?"

"I don't have the same way of perceiving as an earth-type demonic beast, but the result is much the same. Ling Mo explained simply, and then said: "We should take a look at those plant communities, according to my analysis, the probability that your impostor's staple food is a plant-based demonic beast is higher, after all, there is less need to fight, which is more conducive to your own concealment." ”

"That makes sense," as they spoke, the two of them had already started and ran quickly in the northwest direction, during which Joan of Arc asked curiously, "Mr. Ling, what skills are you going to teach me?" You may not be aware that although our Headless Horseman is very close to humans in appearance, the internal structure and the logic of the body's operation are almost completely different from those of humans. We can't use any techniques or nirvana that humans can use. ”

"I know that very well. Ling Mo was a little impatient: "You are driven by soul fire as the core, every part of your body is actually just a disguise, it doesn't matter if you have the best or not, don't worry, the skills I taught you will greatly increase the strength of soul fire in a short period of time, you are absolutely applicable, now hurry with peace of mind!"

Hearing this, Joan of Arc thanked her again, and then stopped talking and followed Ling Mo intently. As soon as she calmed down, she soon noticed that the scenery around her was changing rapidly, and the most obvious change was that the plants were getting taller and taller.

When I first turned around from the side of the mountain, my eyes were still full of low shrubs and green grass swaying in the wind, and after walking for a short time, the surrounding trees gradually rose up, and trees several people tall could be seen everywhere, and it was not unusual for large trees to be tens of meters high. The interval between trees is very narrow, and more than a dozen trees grow high and low on the soil of dozens of square meters!

If it is an ordinary woodland, such trees crowded together will inevitably compete for living space with each other, squeezing and entwining each other until they kill each other. Here, however, they are all at peace, one by one, straight and harmonious.

This is not the case because the trees have changed their nature, but because the soil here contains an abundance of energy, which is enough for these plants to absorb without you having to fight for it. I have to say that the living environment of these plants is too superior, not to mention the verdant leaves, even the surface of the bark is dark and light, faintly revealing vigorous vitality.

Seeing that Joan of Arc seemed to be a little intoxicated by the surrounding scenery, Ling Mo said coldly, "Do you know? For most plants, humus formed by the decay of the corpses of other creatures is their favorite nutrient. The more lush the plant community in a small area, the more corpses are buried nearby. ”

Hearing this, Joan of Arc's face suddenly distorted, and his face turned red. She opened her mouth, wanting to spray Ling Mo two sentences but didn't know what to say, she finally organized the language, and before she could speak, she heard Ling Mo suddenly say:

"It's here. ”

Joan of Arc looked straight, immediately lifted all her spirits, and cautiously turned out from behind the big tree hugged by several people, but the scenery in her eyes made her a little dazed:

Surrounded by dozens of towering giant trees, there is a large area of low flowering plants, which are less than a person tall, but they occupy a large forest glade, not to mention trees, not even a single weed!

These plants look very much like sunflowers, they are all thick rhizomes, broad leaves, and a large flower disc is held directly above, the background color of the flower disc is orange, and there are dense flower seeds growing on it, but it is very strange that these flower seeds are of different colors, and through the arrangement and combination, they actually constitute a lifelike human face!

These people have different facial expressions, including happy, tongue-sticking out, doubting, haha, hehe, fake crying, surprise, vomiting, etc., almost all the expressions that often appear on human faces, and each one is vivid! What's even more amazing is that the expressions on these flower faces are not fixed, but like real people, they are changing subtly every moment!