The sun was shining brightly, and on the desolate plain, the caravan headed towards the canyon ahead in an orderly manner.
"Headless Horseman?" Ren frowned and looked at Garcia riding a white horse next to him, a little curious: "Can you tell me more about it?"
Cowboy Garcia took out his water bag, took a sip of water, and stretched out his hand to wipe his unshaven chin.
He lamented and sighed: "That is a vengeful soul, the Ghost Rider from the abyss of hell. It comes from the shadows, entangled in black chains, and wanders in the night..."
"Revengeful soul? Wraith?"
After Garcia's narration, Ren learned that this was a legend that had been circulating in the Pugni Plain for hundreds of years, and its source seemed to be the indigenous Kangao people.
It is said that more than a hundred years ago, there was a young man in a large indigenous tribe here. He was the son of the patriarch and a born awakener.
He was sent by his father to study at Wisteria University in the capital of Falorland, where he met the daughter of a marquis and the two fell in love.
Although the Marquis was not happy, he did not beat the mandarin ducks, because the young man's talent was indeed very high.
But the good times didn't last long. The young man's father died, and he had to go back to the tribe to mourn and observe mourning.
The position of patriarch fell into the hands of others, and the new patriarch was afraid that the young man would take away his position when he became stronger in the future.
He claimed that the original old patriarch sold the secret of the Kangao tribe’s totem power (the extraordinary system of the indigenous tribe, which is different from the extraordinary path opened by scholars of the natural school) in exchange for his son’s education from foreigners. Chance.
The Kangao tribe was very xenophobic, and they surrendered to the name of the kingdom under the pressure of survival. The old patriarch's behavior was already controversial, so the young man was quickly imprisoned.
After a while, the new patriarch planned to poison the young man to death, but the old patriarch's confidant deceived him and asked the young man to fake his death and escape.
But the Marquis's daughter didn't know that after learning about her lover's death, she couldn't think of anything and committed suicide by taking poison.
The young man was driven crazy, and he killed the new clan leader desperately, and then his head was cut off by the new clan leader's men.
That young man studied the profession of [Knight] at Wisteria University during his lifetime. After that, the legend of the Headless Horseman began to spread on the Pugni Plain.
"Has anyone seen the headless horseman?" Ren asked. If this story is true, the resentful spirit is probably very powerful!
Garcia had some fear on his face: "Yes, some people have seen it, including me, and I can confirm that the headless horseman really exists.
Back then, the Kangao tribe was very large, with more than 6,000 people, second only to those long-standing tribes of 10,000 people. But now, it has been tortured to the point of extinction. "
Ren's expression was solemn. This headless horseman was by no means an ordinary resentful spirit. He had probably reached the [cursed spirit] level.
After death, if a person is very resentful or has too deep obsessions, there is a very small chance that a spirit body will appear. This kind of spirit body is generally insignificant, but once it grows up, it is very difficult to deal with.
This kind of spirit body can be roughly divided into five levels: first level [resentful spirit], second level [evil spirit], third level [evil spirit], fourth level [cursed spirit], fifth level [holy spirit] or [evil soul] .
Resentful spirits and evil spirits can only exist for no more than a hundred years, and require sustenance. They are easy to deal with and are generally not the opponents of extraordinary people of the same level.
However, once you reach the evil spirit level, you no longer need sustenance items and will become very difficult to deal with.
Because the paths of evolution are different, some evil spirits who take the [Holy Spirit] route are no less intelligent than humans. They can be regarded as ghost counts, with even weirder abilities and are good at spiritual attacks. They can exist for two to three hundred years.
Looking at Renn with a very serious expression on his face, Garcia laughed and comforted: "Don't worry too much, the Headless Horseman is indeed scary, I saw it once from a distance.
It's just like an evil spirit crawling out of hell, eerie and scary, but he usually doesn't attack us.
The ones who need to be careful are gangsters like the Skeleton Gang! "
Ren burst out laughing when he heard this. He was not scared, but he knew very well that the headless horseman was at least a fourth-level [cursed spirit].
It is relatively easy to injure a spirit body of this level, but it is difficult to completely kill it unless it is trapped in a domain and cleaned up.
But the spirit body comes and goes without a trace, and its escape speed is astonishing. Even a saint will slip away if he is not careful.
This is why, more than a hundred years later, the Headless Horseman is still wandering around the plains. Of course, he generally does not attack foreigners, but attacks people from the Kangao tribe from time to time.
I'm afraid that the Falorand officials would be happy for him to kill a few more natives. After all, these natives are unruly and not only xenophobic, but also always want to go out independently.
Renne and Garcia chatted one after another behind the caravan, and the time passed by.
In the evening, the sun has already reached the horizon, and the sunset has dyed half of the sky red. Tomorrow may be a good day.
The group of them had already reached a canyon filled with reddish-red rock and soil. This is brownish-reddish soil formed by weathering of rocks in hot and humid climate conditions.
This kind of soil is highly acidic and heavy, with only some sparse weeds growing on it, and occasionally a few citrus trees.
The convoy had stopped to rest. After passing through this canyon, it truly entered the hinterland of the Pugni Plain, where the possibility of encountering danger greatly increased.
Susanna jumped off the horse, wiped the sweat from her forehead, and walked over: "Is there anything unusual?"
"The weather is calm and the weather is so good that people want to take a nap." The weather is actually quite hot, but for Ren, who has already reached the third level, it is nothing.
Susanna rolled her eyes at him and said in a clear and melodious voice, "Little brother, how about we sleep in a tent tonight?"
There was a simple tent on the carriage, so at least there was no need to sleep on the ground.
Looking at the toned and youthful cowgirl, Renn shrugged: "Okay, no matter what kind of gun I am, I can use it very well."
Renn's position is very clear about himself - a scumbag who doesn't explain or set up memorials, but he is still a virgin.
Kesha was his first love, and for the first time, he still wanted to have sex with his girlfriend.
Susanna snorted and said disdainfully: "Do you think I can't see it? You are still a little virgin!"
Garcia wanted to make a joke, but at this moment, several eagle calls suddenly sounded in the sky.
"Chirp!"
His expression changed and he shouted: "Hide quickly! There is a sand sculpture!"
Are you stupid?
Ren was confused. He looked up and saw three eagles hovering a hundred meters in the sky.
Their feathers are the same color as yellow sand, their wings spread up to four meters, and their sharp beaks and black claws glow with an earthy yellow light.
Above the blue sky, a sand sculpture flaps its wings, and a dozen feathers detach, shining with an earthy yellow light, and shoot down like arrows!
"Boohoo!"
The rapid sound of breaking wind sounded, which shows the power of these feathers.
"Dodge! Hide behind the carriage!" Stanley, the owner of the caravan, yelled and hurriedly got under a carriage.
Everyone had different reactions. The girl who was all dressed up subconsciously hid behind the drunk man. The drunk man didn't seem to wake up and stayed in place stupidly.
The little old man, a local doctor, immediately jumped into the carriage, as nimble as a rabbit.
As for the folklorist, he...he took out a camera and took pictures with excitement on his face.
"Boom! Poof!"
The feathers fell to the ground and were almost submerged into the ground, while a few others were nailed deeply into the wooden boards of the carriage carriage, with only a small section exposed.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!..."
Garcia and Susanna reacted quickly. After moving to avoid the attack, they raised their guns and fired. The grooms also followed suit.
However, the accuracy of ordinary revolvers is too poor and cannot hit the sand sculptures hovering a hundred meters in the air.
The sand sculpture is a strange beast, just like there are naturally awakened people among humans who can slowly absorb the spiritual energy in the air.
There are also such individuals among animals. Their morphological characteristics will change, and they will also instinctively use psychic powers, making them much more powerful than their previous counterparts.
And if the base of a certain kind of exotic beast is large, the offspring of them may form a new kind of extraordinary beast.
Sand eagles are a species of exotic beasts. Originally they were just ordinary eagles, but now they even dare to hunt humans.
"Whoosh! Whoosh!..."
The three sand sculptures were very arrogant, wandering rapidly in the air, and shot down feathers like machine guns!
"ah!"
A groom had a feather inserted into his arm, as if he had been stabbed with a dagger. The blood was flowing non-stop. He covered his hand and wailed.
Ren snorted coldly, dodged a few feathers, put away the revolver, and took out the Type 4 Demon Hunting Pistol.
"despair!"
There was a dent in the soil. He stepped heavily on the ground and used the force to jump onto the top of a carriage. He raised his hunting pistol and was highly concentrated.
Estimate the wind speed and deflection angle, adjust the sight, and predict the flight trajectory of the sand sculpture.
Injecting spiritual energy into the body of the gun, a faint light shimmered on the lines of the spiritual energy array on it, and he aimed at a certain place in the sky.
When the time came, he decisively pulled the trigger!
"Bang!"
The silver demon-hunting bullet cut through the sky at high speed like a small meteor!
"Pfft!"
Blood spattered, and a sand sculpture was shot in the chest and fell from the sky like a kite with its string broken.
"唳~"
The remaining two sand sculptures seemed to be frightened, and let out several sharp cries. They did not dare to stop any longer and quickly flew away into the distance.
"Great, the sand sculpture is finally killed!"
