"After abandoning the old people in their own family, why can they be so at ease?"

After looking at the villagers who came and went and greeted each other for a while, Joan of Arc's fists clenched and loosened, exhaled a breath of turbidity, and asked Ling Mo.

"Habit is a powerful force," Ling Mo replied, "especially when a custom is called a custom, no matter how unreasonable it is, people will follow it, and they will not even think about whether the custom is correct or not." ”

Joan of Arc was speechless, she was silent for a while, and said, "So what do we do now?"

"What do you ask me to do?" Ling Mo looked at Joan of Arc in surprise: "Is there a mistake? How would I know what to do? I'm here to find your head with you, shouldn't it be that you sense the direction of your head, and then let's kill it, take your head back and run away happily?"

"However, I couldn't sense the exact direction of my head. Joan of Arc pressed one hand to his heart, and his eyes were blank: "After coming out of the narrow hole just now, my heart has been beating as if it was beating a drum! This means that I must not be looking for the wrong place, but I can only roughly determine that it is here, and there is no specific direction at all!"

"You...... You're too pitiful, aren't you?" Ling Mo stared at Joan of Arc for a while, and finally said: "Forget it, it's not a big broken place, we can't search inch by inch, and it won't take us a few days to recognize one person at a time, and we will always find it." All in all, you should first get in touch with these seemingly 'simple' villagers and ask for some information. ”

"Hmm. ”

Joan of Arc's head nodded, but the person did not move, but instead raised his head, looking at Ling Mo with burning eyes, the expectation in his eyes seemed to have turned into substantive words:

Mr. Ling, are you going?

"......" Ling Mo was speechless for a moment, then turned his head away from Joan of Arc: "Do your own thing." ”

Joan of Arc suddenly became anxious, she hurriedly stepped forward, grabbed Ling Mo's big hand, and begged, "Mr. Ling, I am now a headless horseman! What do you tell me to go? I just walked over with my head in my arms, what if I frightened these villagers?"

"Don't worry, the villagers who live in the Land of Decay have seen countless undead creatures, don't say that you, the Headless Horseman, can't scare them, even if an ugly weird family comes, his face won't change!" Ling Mo waved his hand to signal that Joan of Arc didn't need to worry, and at the same time said meaningfully:

"You're still worried about scaring people, don't be scared by the simple villagers of Dalongshire, you're not bad!"

Seeing that Ling Mo really didn't mean to help himself, Joan of Arc couldn't, so he had to put his head on his neck, and then used the black gas gushing out of his neck cavity to turn into a black scarf, covering the obvious gap between his head and neck.

At this time, it was dawn, the three moons were a little dim, the sky was inky black, faintly flashing a hint of fish belly white, a gust of wind blowing, it was cool, it was the best time to do farm work. Walking among the neat fields, the fields in the distance are full of hard-working farmers.

This made Joan of Arc's expression a little dazed, and she couldn't help but think of when she was a child, and her mother also chose this time to work. Between dawn and noon is the most important day for the farmer, too early in the field is pitch black and nothing can be seen, too late the day is too poisonous to easily get rid of the disease, the gain outweighs the loss.

At that time, my mother was afraid that there would be an accident if she was left alone at home, so she always took her to the fields with her, and she worked in front and followed behind to pick up the golden ears of wheat. Although my mother's smile in the memories is bright and warm, picking ears of wheat is really the most annoying thing. I hate farm work very much, it's not that I'm lazy, but the thorns of the ears of wheat sweep over my hands and body, and they always make red marks on my skin, bulging thick ridges, and itching. After half a day of farm work, I didn't have a good skin on my body.

"Miss Saint?"

After noon, when lying in the shade of a tree and waiting for the red marks to fade, my mother would always sit on the side, while helping herself gently scratch her back, while sighing gently, saying that she couldn't do farm work, but people in the countryside had this kind of 'wealth disease' of city people, how to find her in-laws in the future.

"Joan of Arc?"

Being nagged over and over again, the curse of 'not being able to get married' has been haunting my childhood, which is probably the reason why I can't wait to join the sect when I meet the archangel Michael who obeys the sect, right? I remember that I said that I wanted to join the church and leave the countryside, and my mother cried into a tearful person, but I didn't have any regrets. At that time, the idea was very simple, I thought that if I joined the sect and became a 'city person', I could get rid of these farm jobs, but now I think about it, it is really naïve......

"Joan of Arc?!"

Huh? Somebody seems to be calling themselves? Forget it, it doesn't matter, where are the memories? By the way, Mom. After becoming a member of the sect, he was practicing hard within the sect, and the days of going home were gradually decreasing, and the smile on his mother's face was gradually decreasing.

I don't remember when I got home, my mother hugged me and told me that she didn't want to continue to be widowed for her father, and that she was going to remarry and marry far away. I nodded indifferently, and since then, I have seen my mother less and less, and after becoming a saint, I have ......

Joan of Arc !!

Ling Mo's shouting came from her ears, which woke Joan of Arc from her memories, she turned her head with a blank face, looked at Ling Mo, and asked, "Ling ...... Sir, is there anything you can do?"

"It's not me what's the matter, it's something you're up to?" Ling Mo looked at Joan of Arc in surprise, patted the other party's cheek, and tried to make her sober up: "After stepping into the field, you just stood in place in a trance, and you haven't woken up after ten minutes, I almost thought you were going to ascend to heaven!"

"Has it been so long?!" Joan of Arc was startled, and then explained: "I'm just stuck in memories, Mr. Ling, do you know? After more than two hundred years of life as a headless horseman, I almost forgot what I looked like, but I don't know what's going on, just now I actually recalled my childhood, and my memory was extremely clear, even the plateau red on my mother's face was clearly visible!"

"It seems that this place has a strong connection to your head. Ling Mo nodded thoughtfully, and replied, "Let's not be busy reminiscing about it yet, let's go and find out the information, right?" You must know that there are many dreams at night, and if it drags on for a long time, maybe there will be some accidents, right?"

Joan of Arc nodded heavily, almost nodding her head down. She had already made up her mind that when she found her head, she would go through her old memories carefully, so that those good times would be engraved in her heart forever! With this imagination, Joan of Arc went to the field and walked towards a farmer who was sitting and resting by a tree.

Before the people arrived, the farmer uncle greeted him warmly:

"Yo, stranger, hello! Look at this crop of mine, how well it grows!"

"Hello uncle, your crops are growing so well, the harvest is sure to be ......."

The uncle took the initiative to talk, and Joan of Arc couldn't ask for it, so he wanted to praise two words like 'Your crops are growing well, and the harvest will definitely be more gratifying'. Rural people like to be complimented by others the most, and after quickly getting closer, it is much more convenient to inquire about other things.

Unexpectedly, as soon as he lowered his head, Joan of Arc's words were directly stuck in his throat, and he couldn't say anything!

In this uncle's field, from a distance, it is naturally green and verdant to reveal the joy of harvest, but when it comes closer, looking down from the perspective of Joan of Arc, the ground is actually full of snapdragon grass! Under the cover of tender green buds and leaves, the skulls all over the ground are struggling to grow, the skulls above are trying to climb higher, and the skulls below are like tenacious grass, trying to squeeze out of the soil layer, wanting to receive more sunlight!

The farmer didn't know what to think, and planted the snapdragon grass very densely, causing these skulls to be crowded together, you squeeze me, I squeeze you, and they are all fiercely competing for limited living space. In this battle, the smaller skulls were all squeezed beyond recognition, twisted into all kinds of miserable shapes, and some of them were even already in the mouths of those large skulls, and they were about to be eaten! If you didn't know in advance that this was grass, and saw this skull-strewn farmland, you would have thought that you had come to the nineteenth layer of hell!

Although Joan of Arc's words were not finished, he happened to scratch the itch of the farmer uncle, he scratched his head, shook off the mud on his feet, laughed and stood up, and smiled at Joan of Arc: "You little girl has vision, you can see that my snapdragon is growing well! Look at the largest orchid fruit (skull), which is nested with two smaller fruits (skulls), and the big fruit only evolved by eating the small fruit! A rare boutique! Io bless, this year's harvest will definitely be good, and you won't be hungry again!"

Joan of Arc laughed dryly twice, and said insincerely: "Ha, ha...... Uncle's crop style is so powerful, I want to learn it when I see it......"

"Hey, what am I doing!" The uncle's mouth was modest, but the red light on his face betrayed his true thoughts, and when he looked left and right, the uncle lowered his voice and said to Joan of Arc: "Little girl, secretly tell your uncle's secret recipe!" When you plant this grass, you will chop up the carrion and throw it in every few days, so as to ensure that your field grows better than the uncle's! I heard that the effect of using living people is better, but where can you find living people from other towns in these ten miles and eight villages!"

Listening to the uncle's mysterious introduction, looking at his mysterious and slightly smug expression, Joan of Arc resisted the urge to pull out the giant sword and hit him on the head, and reluctantly smiled: "This, this is too powerful, uncle, I have something I want to ask you." ”

"Little girl, you ask, what's the matter?"

"Uncle, have you seen anyone who looks like me around here?" Jeanne d'Arc asked, gesturing to her face. The head given by Santa Claus is very realistic, almost exactly the same as Joan of Arc's own memory, if his head is nearby and used by some kind of creature, Uncle will definitely have an impression of it.

What Joan of Arc didn't expect was that the farmer uncle was stunned when he heard her question, and looked at her very dullly, that kind of gaze was not looking at her, but as if his eyes had lost focus, although Joan of Arc was in front of his eyes, but he was looking into the distance!

After a moment, Uncle Farmer's eyes cleared again, and he smiled warmly at Joan of Arc:

"Yo, stranger, hello! Look at this crop of mine, how well it grows!"

This......

Joan of Arc was stunned, what is this uncle doing? Didn't you just say this sentence and forget it so quickly? At your age, you haven't reached the time of Alzheimer's disease, right? She hurriedly asked the uncle again:

"The crops are very good, but uncle, I'm asking if you've seen anything like me......"

Before she finished speaking, to be precise, as soon as the first half of the sentence came out, the uncle laughed with a red face, and said: "You little girl has vision, you can see that my snapdragon is growing well! Look at the largest orchid fruit (skull), which has two more ...... nested in it."

The words and tone are exactly the same as before, as if I didn't realize that I had already said this sentence once just now, and even the expression that revealed the pride of the farmer was the same as just now!

Uncle, you've got a broken brain, right?!

Joan of Arc ignored the smug farmer and took two steps forward to the two aunts who were cutting wood, and pondered how to talk.

These two aunts are both eight feet tall and have a waist circumference of eight feet, with a rough appearance and a strong body, if it weren't for the huge NAI on their chests comparable to basketball, no one would have seen that they were both women. The two aunts each hold a huge saw at both ends, and are cutting down the big tree on the side of the road, although the work is simple, but they cooperate seamlessly, the action is full of rhythm, with a kind of clumsy beauty, everywhere embodies the hard work and wisdom of the working people.

All this is normal in itself, but the only thing that is abnormal is that the tree that these two aunts are cutting down is actually a cypress! The branches hanging low from the canopy are all green snakes the thickness of their arms!

The two aunts cut deeper and deeper, and the ugly face of Dian Bai appeared on the trunk of the tree, screaming in pain! The blade of the wooden saw was stuck in the center of Dian Bai's face, stirring its face to pieces, and red blood was sprayed everywhere, splashing on the aprons, cheeks, and hair of the aunts, but the two aunts were still laughing and laughing loudly, talking and talking about some gossip about 'whose daughter-in-law screams the loudest when she is grassy at night'.

At this time, half of the work was completed, an aunt licked her fingers, stretched her hand to a high place to feel the direction of the wind, maybe it was not good, so she and another aunt stopped at the same time, picked up the kettle on the side, and drank it with a clatter. Joan of Arc on the side finally found a chance to talk, but when she saw this strange scene, she was a little hesitant, and between the entanglements, the aunt who drank water seemed to have eyes on the back of her head, and turned her head with a 'whoosh', and greeted Joan of Arc not far away:

"Yo, stranger, the branches of this tree are so short that we always run into heads when we pass by at night, and we are about to cut it down!"

"Awesome!" Joan of Arc immediately praised: "Logging is hard work, ordinary women can't do this, the two aunts are really powerful!"

"That's not it!" Aunt squinted her eyes proudly, showed off her thick biceps muscles to Joan of Arc, and laughed: "Your aunt's body! It's not me who blows, every night, my family's mouth is pressed under my stomach and made me die!"

Joan of Arc laughed playfully, and then asked, "Two aunts, I want to ask, have you seen anyone who looks similar to me in your neighborhood?"

Strange things happened again, and the faces of the two aunts fell into a daze at the same time, and after a moment they came back to their senses, and greeted Joan of Arc warmly:

"Yo, stranger, the branches of this tree are so short that we always run into heads when we pass by at night, and we are about to cut it down!"