[Target: Composition-Imitation Grass; Malicious Value Required: 10]

【Imitation mouth grass

Uses: imitation, universality;

Legends: The source of many farm ghost stories; Shaped like a weed, it is often mixed with the feed of animals in the human countryside, and when swallowed by intelligent beings, it can imitate the language of the last person with whom it was communicated.

Contraindications: Do not use it as a substitute for mind-reading herbs. 】

"Well...... Fang Nuo gathered his thoughts in time, "It's not of much use to me right now. ”

Tuk tuk, there was a sound of banging on the walls of the hut outside the window.

Thinking that his midnight study plan and the idea of manipulating the ingredients in the hut had been seen through by some other creature, Fang Nuo flicked his tail and swept the stone with fluorescent mushrooms under the bookshelf.

Still, the interior doesn't go back to darkness – a pair of sparkling eyes "levitate" in the pitch-black scene, casting a vigilant gaze in the direction of the source of the sound.

Tuk tuk tuk, the voice kept coming, as if to wake up the owner of the house and let her fulfill the schedule of entering the mountain in advance.

Fang Nuo was about to jump to the window to check on the situation outside, but he quickly changed his mind and ran straight to the door of the hut.

Opening the door with the key that he had always carried with him under his fur, the snow-white beast broke into the night alone, a silver moon hanging high overhead, stars twinkling, and the intermittent sound of a creature rubbing its wings in the shadow of the wall in the blind corner of the vision.

Fang Nuo woke up from a dream and immediately realized that it was an oolong caused by two stupid birds, which made him nervous.

"You two." After mentally calculating the interval between taking the hedgehog grass, Fang Nuo came to the wall where the movement came from, and stopped the inexplicable behavior of the two birds, "Could it be that it is a nocturnal demon beast, and it is so late that you don't go to rest...... Is it insomnia? ”

He suspected that it was the daytime talk about the "beast tide" that scared them.

Knowing that the two birds couldn't understand themselves, Fang Nuo didn't expect their answers, but just manipulated his tail to slap the ground one by one, hoping to make the other party realize his impatience through this action.

Of course, he was careful not to make too obvious movements, unlike some or two birds that disturbed people in the middle of the night.

"Did you wake you up?" The Bird Queen Taro obviously didn't know the nocturnal nature of the Yellow Immortal Clan, and there was a bit of apology in her tone, "I'm really sorry, but we're here to find you." ”

That's why you're pecking on this wall where the window is? Fang Nuo reached out and grabbed his tail, urging them to say something quickly with his eyes.

The lights are dark, and I don't know if the two birds can see the meaning in his eyes, what if they misinterpret it as "he's in a good mood"? Fang Nuo bared his teeth, and the urge to shine his claws sprouted in his heart.

"Hey, little one." Xiao Hei, who was above the taro and almost blended in with the night, said, "Do you want to go to the mountains with us?" Everyone is a little worried about the witch-sama's 'prophecy', so go and check it out in advance...... The right thing to do is to prepare for what might happen in the future. ”

"I know you understand our language." He said to himself, "That's fine, if you want us to take you into the mountains, you can flick your tail; If you want to continue to nest in the witch's house, you can roll on the ground. ”

Fang Nuo pounced directly upward-

Grabbed a few pitch-black feathers, and also obtained 10 malicious points by the way.

"My partner was just kidding." Taro hurriedly flew between the two, "If you're willing to come with us, I can promise you that I'll send you back here before dawn." ”

Then go ahead, Fang Nuo flicked his tail, and he didn't know what these two guys were trying so carefully.

According to the two birds, he had to stay in this human territory for seven days, that is, a red star day, and since he already knew the option of "entering the mountain", he was going to see it anyway, but he had to distinguish between "ready" and "unprepared".

What's more, even if the two of them had the heart to fall to their death halfway, or let themselves get lost in the mountains and forests and never come back, Fang Nuo, who was originally a wild demon beast, would not be in trouble because of this.

If these two birds really had bad intentions, they were just taking the initiative to provide a legitimate reason for Fang Nuo to prey on them, anyway, he had already "coveted" the taste of the lost birds for a long time.

"Little one, looking at the look in your eyes, I know that you must not be thinking of anything good." Xiao Hei flapped his wings and levitated into midair, "After getting along this day, we all know that you are not a good beast...... However, it doesn't matter, it's the witch who is willing to take you in and accept you. ”

"We just have to follow her wishes."

"I can't even understand what she's talking about...... Fang Nuo muttered quietly.

"So, let's go." On the other side, the taro that saw Fang Nuo's affirmative reply immediately landed on the ground, letting Fang Nuo climb on his back, "If you want to communicate with us on the way...... How about one word of 'yes' and two 'no' when answering us? ”

Fang Nuo rolled up the back of the Bird Queen, burying himself in the warm, supple feathers on it, only to feel that it was a good bed, much more comfortable to lie on than some human artifact.

He lowered his voice and howled perfunctorily, a little worried that the witch would hear, so he got up and searched the house for his traces.

"Don't worry." When he heard Taro say this, the other party seemed to sense his uneasiness from Fang Cai's whispered reply, so he comforted him and said, "The witch is already very tired during the day, and she hates to have something to disturb her at night......"

Ah, how gentle the witch is, the Bird Queen sighed in an intoxicated tone as she took off with Fang Nuo.

She told Fang Nuo that the human was troubled by the nighttime chirping of the heralds, but even though she had great strength, she did not use them to forcibly change their habits.

The mourning birds could not understand the meaning of the woman, but under her soft persuasion and request again and again, they realized that it was a bad habit to disturb the people late at night, so some of the mourning birds would try to restrain their midnight chirping thoughts, and some would try to lower their volume as much as possible and try not to arouse human disgust.

"Uh...... Thank you guys? ”

"Haha, I knew that our dealings with the witch-sama would definitely touch you, and any creature would agree with our efforts to each other."

The Bird Queen took Fang Nuo's answer as a call of "yes", and her tone grew smug: "The Witch can't bear to see us forcing ourselves like this, so, late one night, she suddenly came under the tree where one of my clansmen lived—"

"I'm sorry!" At that time, the woman who came under the tree abruptly expressed her apology, "It's so quiet...... I can't sleep peacefully, so please keep singing! ”

They are free mourning birds, and they should not be hindered by the need for human sleep and suppress their own nature—in the eyes of the Bird Queen and her clansmen, this is what the witch wants to express.

"Huh? And then what? ”

Fang Nuo found that even the language barrier did not hinder his normal communication with Taro at all.

The other party is talking about it, and as long as the listener on her back makes a sound, she can't wait to tell the story.

"Later, just before she rested, the witch-sama sealed her ears with her powers—"

The taro flies in the air, and it is not good to use the ear piercings that are covered by the ear feathers as a demonstration, so that the little beast on its back can realize the importance of this hearing organ to living beings.

"That way, we'll be able to sing to our heart's content, and the witch won't be able to sleep at night because of the guilt she feels about trying to fix the nature of other creatures."

"Hmm...... Nonsense. Fang Nuo knew he was screaming twice.

"So, you also have to work hard to communicate with the witch-sama so that she can understand your true intentions." However, the two birds seemed to ignore his later call, and still said according to their own thoughts, "Sooner or later, she will also wronged herself and fulfill you as she did with us." ”

"Vomit ......"

The last time he was taken by the mourning birds, Fang Nuo did not feel dizzy due to fear of heights or other reasons, but this time, after listening to their stories, he inexplicably felt nauseous as if he wanted to vomit.

It seemed that he would never be able to understand the friendship between the mourner and the woman.

"Then again, can 'ability' still be used like that? Shut yourself off from your hearing...... Maybe you can also close the five senses? ”

After mastering the spiritual power of the atmosphere to a certain level, can you let yourself only see what you want to see and listen to what you want to hear? Fang Nuo vaguely felt that he had touched the truth behind the "failure to ask for sealing".

Perhaps, just as the Yellow Immortals can transform themselves through the cognition of other species—the witch adheres to her initial cognition, that is, her first impression of an object, by using the spiritual power of heaven and earth.

So, no matter what he does with Fangnuo, that woman will see herself as a "cute animal"?

I wish it wasn't......

I still don't know much about "ability"—what kind of "miracles" can be achieved by using atmospheric spiritual power, Fang Nuo thought to himself.

It would be nice to have a good "candle talk" with these two birds, or other demon beasts, so that I can learn more about "ability".

Taro is the queen of the mourning bird clan, this title sounds very powerful and knows a lot, but her actual performance makes Fang Nuo slightly disappointed.

Isn't this kind of night when the weather is sunny and flying high with friends the best way to talk about topics like "how to get stronger"? What's the point of just talking about the past of your own people and humans?

The breeze blows through the trees below, and the bare branches and the unfallen leaves of the evergreen trees play a song written for the night.

The sound of their wings flapping in the air gradually diminished, and the altitude at which they flew slowly decreased.

By the time Fang Nuo had recovered from his reverie, they had entered the mountains far away from the village and the witch's house, and landed on a large tree with only a few sparse leaves, snow underneath, and dead branches and fallen leaves all around.