"No zombies, no vampires. ”

The black cat coughed dryly and explained in a low voice, "It's just some ghoul beetles...... Just jumped out of those dead rabbits and scared the hell out of me......"

His voice grew smaller and quieter, and at last it was inaudible under the incredulous gazes of the two witches.

If it weren't for the fact that the black fur didn't show color, he would have bet that his face would have changed to the color of a mature crab.

By this time, the corpse beetles that had been frightened and jumped out of the rabbit carcass had quietly returned to their delicacies and continued to eat the corpses quietly. Only the occasional slight movement of a spot on the rabbit's body tells others about their tragic afterlife.

The black cat was so angry that he picked up the rabbit carcass indiscriminately, looked for the insects that were foraging for food, found one, shot one to death, and executed him on the spot, without mercy.

Thinking that he had planned to roast the rabbit to eat, the black cat felt his stomach tumble for a while. It doesn't matter whether the roast is delicious or not, it is simply possible to eat a stomach full of worm eggs and a bad stomach, which is very bad.

"You're afraid of bugs?!" Elena said with a sense of complaint.

The black cat turned his back to the witch and bent his neck in defense: "Caution, this is caution...... Cautious stress response. Do you think I'm scared now, am I afraid?"

As he spoke, it hooked a corpse beetle out of a rabbit's ear with its claws and slapped it flat with a single palm. The sound of the carapace shattering was accompanied by the yellowish body fluids of the insects splashing around, giving people an inexplicable sense of satisfaction.

"I'm not afraid at all. The black cat resisted the feeling of wiping its paws, and added: "Of course, if you help, the cleaning speed will be much faster." ”

The gypsy witch looked at him speechlessly, and took a few steps back to avoid being splashed with worm juice.

"It's just a few bugs, can't you fix it yourself? You're a cat. ”

Colmar had already leaned on the makeshift desk, the quill in his hand was quickly calculating on the parchment, and he said anxiously, "Bugs, bugs...... The word sounds so fat and juicy, it sounds like cat food. ”

"They're corpse-eating beetles," the black cat muttered, slapping the other worm into a pulp, and a look of disgust on his face, "that doesn't sound like a good word." ”

"And it's toxic. Elena moved behind the black cat again, dropped a glass bottle, and quickly retreated.

The black cat glanced back.

"What's that?" he vaguely smelled a pungent smell as he looked at the slightly viscous yellowish liquid in the jar.

"Kerosene. The gypsy witch explained simply: "The corpse-eating beetles in the Silent Forest are highly poisonous, and their skin will ulcerate when they are contaminated. Scrubbing with kerosene can disinfect to a certain extent and alleviate the symptoms. Of course, the best solution is to bask in the sun, but ......"

As she spoke, the witch looked up at the faint sun in the sky and the moon side by side, and her tone was a little uncertain: "It's just that I don't know if the sun in here has a disinfecting effect." ”

The black cat didn't listen to what she said later.

When he heard that the insect was poisonous, the black cat raised his paws, looked at the flesh pad of the insect himself, and thought. He vaguely remembered as if someone had said about it. But after a long day of shooting, his paws were as healthy as ever, and there was no itching, ulceration or mutation.

But to be on the safe side, he soaked his paws in kerosene, just in case.

There seems to be no more sensation than making the paws slimy.

"Rustling ......"

An unusual soft sound appeared in the black cat's ears, and its ears twitched, and it looked up and around. It wasn't the sound of Yelena walking, it wasn't the sound of Colma writing, it was more like the sound of rain falling or a group of silkworms nibbling on mulberry leaves.

Raise your head, the sun and moon shine in the sky, and there are no clouds, let alone rain.

"Did you hear that?" it tilted its head, its tone somewhat serious. Its instincts tell it that something is going on.

The work of the two witches is interrupted again.

"What?" Elena had just cut the cards in her hand, her eyes a little confused.

"Nope. Colmar's tone was not so polite, and she didn't raise her head and snorted, "I'm not a cat, how can I hear a cat can't hear clearly?"

This seems logically true.

The black cat frowned, dropped the pile of dead rabbits in front of him, and sprang to the edge of the camp, picking open a bush and looking out. There is a quiet place in the lush forest, and not even a rabbit can be seen. But the rustling sound became clearer.

The black cat didn't look back, but raised his voice and shouted, "You two pay attention to vigilance, I'll go out and have a look." ”

With that, he jumped straight into the depths of the woods, and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.

The two witches looked at each other.

"He just ran away?" Colma pinched the quill, his expression a little shocked: "Didn't you say before that all actions are under command? In such a strange place, he is not afraid of being caught and skinned by some monster?!"

"I thought it would be very difficult to keep a cat honest and suppress its curiosity. The gypsy witch pondered and analyzed: "After all, it is not a dog, and it has no tradition of caring for the home. ”

"He's not cleaned up yet!" Colma emphasized.

Elena sighed and put away the tarot cards in her hand.

"Thankfully, most of the data has already been calculated. She stretched and got back to her feet, "I'll take care of the rest of the bugs, I think it might be quicker to clean up with magic." And I can also change the talismans around the camp by the way......"

Before the words fell, the bushes not far away made a 'whoosh'.

The black cat, which claimed to be going out to see half a minute ago, fled in a hurry, as if its tail was on fire.

While running, howling:

"Bugs, lots of bugs!"

"The bugs are coming!"

"Run!!"

"You can't see the end at a glance!"

With his upside-down howl, the 'rustling' sound around the camp seemed to be much clearer for a moment, and began to turn into a 'whooshing' sound.

The witches' faces changed.

The overwhelming swarm of insects rushed up, and the pictures of biting and rolling clearly appeared in everyone's minds.

"Don't panic! We've set up a camp barrier that can block similar attacks. Colma hurriedly packed up the papers and instruments on the table, and at the same time ordered: "Faceless, strengthen the enchantment! Black cat, be on guard! I'll open the door!"

What she said about opening the door is to open the connection between this secret small world and the outside world. This requires spells, rituals, and minutes of preparation.

Luckily, the expedition team's camp was set up around the exit, which made their exit operation less troublesome.