The black cat coughed dryly and explained in a low voice: "It's just some corpse-eating beetles... they just jumped out of those dead rabbits and scared me..."
His voice became softer and softer, and finally became inaudible under the incredulous gazes of the two witches.
If it weren't for the lack of color in the black hair, he bet that his face would have turned into the color of a mature crab.
At this time, the corpse-eating beetles that had been frightened and jumped out of the rabbit corpses had quietly returned to their delicacies and continued to gnaw at the corpses quietly. Only a certain part of the rabbit's body occasionally moved slightly, telling others about their
Tragic circumstances after death.
The black cat became so angry that it randomly opened the rabbit carcass, looking for bugs that were looking for food. When it found one, it beat one to death and executed it on the spot without mercy.
The black cat felt his stomach churn when he thought of roasting the rabbit before. Regardless of whether the roast was delicious or not, the simple possibility of eating a belly full of insect eggs and ruining his stomach would be very bad.
"Are you afraid of bugs?!" Elena's tone was full of complaints.
The black cat turned his back to the witch, squinting his neck and defending: "Caution, this is caution... a cautious stress response. Do you think I am afraid now? Am I afraid?"
As it spoke, it used its paws to pull out a corpse-eating beetle from a rabbit's ear, and then flattened it with a palm. The sound of the carapace breaking was accompanied by the insect's pale yellow body fluids splashing out, which made people feel an inexplicable feeling.
Satisfaction.
"I'm not afraid at all." The black cat suppressed 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 moved back a few steps to avoid being splashed with insect juice.
"It's just a few bugs. Can't you solve them yourself? You are a cat."
Kolma had already laid down on the makeshift desk, and the quill in her hand was calculating quickly on the parchment. When she heard the words, she said anxiously: "Insect, insect... this word sounds so fat and juicy, it sounds so...
Like cat food.”
"They are corpse-eating beetles," the black cat muttered, slapping the other bug into pulp with a slap on his face, and said with a look of disgust on his face, "This word doesn't sound very appetizing."
"And it's poisonous." Elena moved behind the black cat again, dropped a glass bottle, and quickly stepped back.
The black cat looked back.
"What the hell?" He looked at the slightly viscous light yellow liquid in the jar and vaguely smelled a pungent smell.
"Kerosene." The Gypsy Witch simply explained: "The corpse-eating beetles in the Silent Forest are highly poisonous, and skin ulcers will occur after infection. Scrubbing with kerosene can disinfect to a certain extent and alleviate the corresponding symptoms.
Of course, the best solution is to bask in the sun, but..."
As she said that, the witch raised her head and glanced at the faint sun and moon juxtaposed in the sky, and her tone was a little uncertain: "It's just that I don't know if the sun inside has the effect of disinfection."
Black Cat didn't even listen to what she said next.
When he heard that the bugs were poisonous, the black cat raised his paws, looked at the pads of the bugs he had patted, and began to think. He vaguely remembered that someone had said this. But after patting for a long time, his paws were as healthy as ever.
Any itching, ulceration or variation occurs.
But for safety reasons, he soaked his paws in kerosene, just in case.
There seems to be no more sensation than sticky paws.
"Shashasha..."
An unusual soft sound appeared in the black cat's ears. Its ears twitched and it raised its head and looked around. It was not the sound of Elena walking or Kolma writing, but more like falling rain or a group of silkworms gnawing.
The sound of mulberry leaves.
When I raised my head, the sun and moon were shining in the sky, and there were no clouds, let alone rain.
"Did you hear that?" It tilted its head and sounded a little serious. Its intuition told itself that something had happened.
The work of the two witches was interrupted again.
"What?" Elena had just cut the cards in her hand, her eyes were a little confused.
"No." Kolma's tone was not so polite. She hummed without raising her head: "I'm not a cat. How can I hear sounds that even cats can't hear clearly?"
This seems logically correct.
The black cat frowned, dropped the pile of dead rabbits in front of him, jumped to the edge of the camp, opened a bush and looked out. The lush forest was quiet, and not even a rabbit could be seen. But the rustling sound got louder and louder.
It became clear.
The black cat didn't look back, but just raised his voice and shouted: "You two, please be careful, I'll go out and take a look."
After that, he jumped straight into the depths of the forest and disappeared without a trace in the blink of an eye.
The two witches looked at each other.
"He just ran away like that?" Kolma held the quill with a shocked expression: "Didn't I agree before that all actions will be subject to command? In such a strange place, he is not afraid of being caught and skinned by some monster?!
"
"I thought, it is very difficult to let a cat stay quietly and suppress its curiosity." The gypsy witch considered and analyzed: "After all, it is not a dog, and it does not have to look after the home.
Tradition."
"His bugs haven't been cleaned yet!" Korma emphasized.
Elena sighed and put away the tarot cards in her hand.
"Fortunately, most of the data has been calculated." She stretched and stood up again: "I will deal with the remaining bugs. I feel that magic can be used to clean them faster. And I can also replace them by the way.
The talismans around the camp..."
Before he finished speaking, the bushes not far away made a "swish" sound.
The black cat who claimed to go out for a look half a minute ago fled back hastily, as if its tail was on fire.
Running and howling:
"Bugs, so many bugs!"
"The bugs are coming!"
"Run!!"
“You can’t see the end at a glance!”
Along with his incoherent howling, the 'rustling' sounds around the camp seemed to become much clearer in an instant, and began to turn into a 'whispering' sound.
The expressions of the witches changed drastically.
The image of an overwhelming swarm of insects swarming up, biting and rolling clearly appeared in everyone's mind.
"Don't panic! The camp barrier we set up can block similar attacks." Korma hurriedly packed up the documents and instruments on the table, and at the same time ordered: "Faceless, reinforce the barrier! Black Cat, be careful! I'm going
Open the door!"
When she talks about opening the door, she means opening up the connection between this secret world and the outside world. This requires corresponding spells, rituals, and a few minutes of preparation time.
Fortunately, the expedition team's camp was set up with the exit as the center, which reduced a lot of trouble for their exit operations.