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The moment her eyes met with the Night Demon Scarecrow, Mu Chuyue seemed to have fallen into a long dream.

The perception of time was infinitely stretched, and in a trance, she saw many bizarre scenes.

There was a skinny child running in the fields. He weaved the skeleton of a scarecrow out of the plucked wheat straw and put his own tattered clothes on it. He stood in the dilapidated field and imagined the scarecrow chasing away the birds and beasts.

The Scarecrow is the hero of his dreams.

There was a pale and skinny old man sitting on the edge of the field, with wooden sticks and hemp ropes scattered around him. He used these materials to slowly weave a scarecrow, hoping that the scarecrow would be stationed in the important fields on his behalf.

The scarecrow is his partner in guarding the farmland.

There was a middle-aged woman sitting alone at the door of her house, weaving delicate knots while telling about the hardships of her life, her child who died young, her husband who never returned from the war, and her farmland that had failed to harvest year after year.

The Scarecrow is her only friend.

There are festivals in remote villages, where people make all kinds of scarecrows and decorate every corner of the festival to replace their compatriots who died in war and famine.

The scarecrow is their hope for the future.

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Countless scenes and memories flew through the dream, most of which were related to fields and scarecrows, spanning almost all eras and covering all civilizations on this planet that were adapted to farming.

Every human being who weaves a scarecrow prays for a good harvest.

I pray that the coming year will be blessed with good weather and a good harvest, so that everyone can have enough to eat and live a happy and healthy life.

But it never saw a good harvest.

Locust plagues, insect pests, droughts, floods, hail, rodent infestations, diseases, wars, famines...

There are always various natural disasters and man-made calamities that prevent the fields that have been cultivated hard for a year from getting the expected harvest.

What followed was famine and escape. Those who prayed for a good harvest never appeared again, leaving only the scarecrows in the fields, gradually decaying along with the barren fields.

It has never seen a good harvest.

Therefore, we don’t know how to respond to people’s wishes, how to keep them well fed and clothed, and how to make them smile when they harvest.

Are we going to fight?

Is it to protect the fields?

Is it to destroy all invaders?

Is this the [good harvest] they prayed for...?

Yet it never saw a good harvest.

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Mu Huiyue regained consciousness suddenly and staggered, almost falling forward. The shadow under her feet immediately protected her.

"Hyūtsuki!" Han Ruoyun's voice sounded behind him, "Are you okay?"

Mu Chuyue shook her head. The dream just now seemed to have passed a long time ago. She saw the scarecrow in thousands of different times and heard its inner voice.

In reality, it seemed like only a moment had passed, and she still maintained the same movement of walking forward.

"I'm fine, let me try." Mu Liuyue calmed his breathing, smiled at Han Ruoyun and other companions, and then continued to walk towards the Night Demon Scarecrow in the thick fog.

An extraordinary creature born from the resonance of group consciousness... After experiencing the dream just now, Mu Huoyue truly understood the meaning of this sentence in the illustration information.

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The scarecrow swayed gently in the night breeze. The crows on its arms all stared at the human girl walking towards them, but did not take any further action.

The night demon Scarecrow was hesitating.

This human girl who was so bold as to try to get close to it had a look in her eyes that was familiar to it.

It is the look in the subconscious memory that forms the core of life, possessed by the thousands and thousands of humans who have woven it with their own hands.

"This is not the wheat field you are supposed to protect, and this battle will not bring a good harvest."

Mu Huoyue stopped and spoke to it word by word.

The Night Demon Scarecrow slowly raised its head. Its head was also made of straw. There was a dark crack where its eyes should be. Its pupils emitted a scarlet light, like blood bursting out from the abyss.

The thorns, wheat straw, wide-brimmed straw hat, and shriveled fruits that made up the scarecrow's body all rustled in the night breeze.

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So, what is a good harvest?

What can be done to bring about a [good harvest] and respond to the wishes of those people?

Even though she couldn't understand the language of the Night Demon Scarecrow, Mu Huoyue could still understand the questions in the rustling sound from the emotions it conveyed.

The scarecrow who listened to the prayers for a good harvest never saw a real harvest.

"I will take you to see the real [Harvest] and give you the power to bring about the [Harvest]."

Mu Chuyue smiled slightly and extended her hand to the eerie scarecrow in the night fog.

"In exchange, make a contract with me, Scarecrow."

After experiencing that long yet short scarecrow dream, Mu Shuyue found his favorite pet in the "Fenghe River Basin".

A high-level monarch race with both dark and wood attributes, it possesses the indomitable will to never back down even when faced with threats from powerful enemies. Isn't this the third contract partner she has always been looking for?

More importantly, the Night Demon Scarecrow longs for a good harvest, and she does have the power to allow it to master the "harvest" and realize this wish.

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The Night Demon Scarecrow seemed to be whispering in the night wind, with a hint of doubt.

The human girl who had invited it was different from other humans, and from all the humans in its memory.

The humans behind it were afraid and wary of it. From the moment it was born, it was surrounded by these sharp and hostile emotions.

The human being in memory is more like an image formed by the combination of many scenes and time, which is the core of its soul memory.

Only the person in front of me is different.

She was the first person to promise a good harvest for it without praying to it.

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All the crows on the Scarecrow's arms flapped their wings and flew away, leaving only the bare cross wooden stake standing there.

Mu Chuyue spread out her palm, on which there was a crystal clear crystal.

"The Guardian Crystal of the seventh level of the Trial Illusion. I heard that the pets born in this secret realm cannot refuse it, is that right?"

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The Night Demon Scarecrow swayed gently, and the bloodshot light in his eyes seemed to soften.

The wide straw hat on his head tilted and slipped down a little, allowing people to see the full picture of his face for the first time.

Most of the straw used to weave the head is dry and withered, with only a deep black hole in the eye and a carbonized charred layer on the other side after being burned at high temperature, which looks very eerie.

It does not have the handsome and gorgeous appearance of those used for ceremonial celebrations.

Because it is a scarecrow that never brings a good harvest.

However, the girl in front of him had a smile on her face, and her expression and movements did not change at all as she handed over the crystal.

This strange and unique human was willing to hand over the most precious crystal of protection to a pet that was feared and guarded by her own kind.

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Will I really be able to witness a good harvest?

Mu Shuyue nodded: "Well, I promise you."

The guardian crystal in her hand turned into a clear stream of light and sank into the body of the Night Demon Scarecrow. At the same time, two summoning arrays with four-layer imperial patterns appeared under the feet of the man and the pet respectively.

The Night Demon Scarecrow disappeared in the Imperial Pattern Summoning Formation. Mu Chuyue closed her eyes and felt that the third contract in the Imperial Beast Space was officially completed.

【Name】: Night Demon Scarecrow

[Attributes]: Dark, Wood

[Racial Level]: High Monarch

[Growth Level]: Growth Stage 4

[Talent Core]: Straw Man Substitute (Wood Element B Level)

[Skills]: Evil Face (Dark A-level), Malicious Taunt (Dark B-level), Crow Feather Storm (Dark B-level), Corrupted Fruit (Wood C-level)

[Normal implicit energy value]: 51887P

Before Mu Chuyue had the time to take a closer look at the various attributes of the Night Demon Scarecrow, the beastmasters who were waiting nervously in the back witnessed this scene and ran over.

"Hiroyuki!" Han Ruoyun was tall and had long legs. She was the first to rush to her friend's side. After carefully checking that Mu Hiiroyuki was not injured, she breathed a sigh of relief.

"You are such a jerk..." She looked at the contract mark on the back of Mu Liuyue's hand that had not yet completely disappeared, and her mood was very complicated.

Mu Liuyue said that she wanted to try to face the Night Demon Scarecrow alone. Han Ruoyun thought that she had found some magic weapon to win, but she didn't expect that she had directly contracted with the other party.

Although this does solve the current crisis... it is still too radical and a bit thrilling.

Who would have thought that the seemingly hostile, dangerous and treacherous night demon scarecrow could be successfully contracted?

By the way, how did Hiiragi Tsuki communicate with the Night Demon Scarecrow?

Countless questions flashed through Han Ruoyun's mind at once, but there was something more important at the moment.

The Night Demon Scarecrow was successfully contracted through the Guardian Crystal, proving that it was a pet born in the "Fenghe Basin" just like the cubs that everyone was originally looking for a contract with.

This means that the secret place where the abnormality occurred is still the "Fenghe River Basin" without a doubt.

Mu Liuyue nodded to Han Ruoyun and looked at the huge skeleton that was still submerged in the night fog after the Night Demon Scarecrow disappeared.

"You've noticed it, right? This is still the Fenghe River Basin. The birth of the Night Demon Scarecrow is just an inevitable product of special circumstances. If I'm guessing correctly—"

Before she finished her words, the dry bones of the giant deer began to change.

All those black shadow puppets turned into black mist and disappeared on the spot. Then the thick night fog gradually dissipated, revealing the full appearance of the giant deer skeleton.

The bones that were originally covered with signs of corrosion are gradually regaining life.

The marks of vicissitudes left by time and wind are gradually melting away, the bones are filled with the shape of bone marrow, the dry bones become moist again, and seem to carry a fresh smell of blood.

Fresh flesh and blood overflowed from the cracks in the skeleton, first the muscle fibers, then the tendons, fascia and skin. The light red flesh and blood gradually became plump, turning into a deep red muscle layer full of vitality and strength, and finally grew a complete outer skin.

Light-colored hair began to grow, from sparse to thick, covering the whole body like snow.

The pair of huge antlers that looked like dead trees also sprouted new buds and turned into lush leaves. More and more branches grew out, and the antlers soon became covered with green, like a vibrant forest in early spring.

A layer of soft white light covered the snow-white body, like the moonlight in the middle of the night, or the morning glow at dawn.

The beastmasters who witnessed this scene all froze in fear, watching the giant deer skeleton gradually return to its original state and turn back into the familiar appearance of the guardian of Xizhou.

A symbol of abundance and vitality, a mythical race with dual attributes of wood and earth, the ultimate form.

The withered and flourishing spiritual deer.

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