Me! Cleaner!.

Chapter 1202 Trusting Niu Niu's judgment!
Damn it! I must have been out of my mind back then, otherwise why didn't I disguise myself as a winged person, but instead disguised myself as a horse?

Looking at the lecherous bull in front of her, who was rambling on and on while rubbing her own horse's hoof against her with its hooves, "Miss Horse," who had chosen the wrong target, was practically grinding her teeth to dust.

However, considering the shattered corner of the Ancestral Land of All Spirits and the recently fluctuating Pure White Land, Miss Ma reluctantly endured it, calmly withdrawing the horse's hoof and pressing it against her well-developed pectoral muscles. She sighed as if holding her heart:

"Neigh, neigh, neigh"

After hearing her answer, the lecherous bull opposite her sighed deeply, then actually got up and walked to her side, raising its front hoof to gently rest on her back, making a gesture as if to offer her a place to lean on, its eyes full of affection as it said:
"Moo moo moo"

"Neigh, neigh"

"Moo"

It's confirmed. This bull has no secrets; it's just a lustful bull that can't forget its lecherous nature, even after losing its name. I've wasted my breath on a blind man this time...

After a series of utterly nonsensical conversations, Miss Horsehead completely lost interest in the Minotaur. After patiently offering a few perfunctory replies, she gradually withdrew her charm.

After losing the strange attraction that originated from the soul, the damned lecherous bull seemed to calm down and gradually lost interest in the horse-headed lady, and the conversation between the bull and the horse gradually cooled down.

The Plains of Shepherds are too far from the Pure White Land, and the lost souls there have not yet been attracted here. However, the Pure White Mother cannot wander outside forever. I have no time to wait any longer and must find out as soon as possible her plan to gather the lost souls on a large scale!

After finding an excuse to say goodbye to that lecherous bull and returning to her hospital bed, Miss Horse Head leaned against a soft down cushion, chewing on the grass in the hanging basket next to her, while frowning and pondering her next infiltration strategy.

Just as the "evil" in the old land falls into the Abyss of Ten Thousand Evils and eventually evolves into newborn demons, the "good" in the old land is also attracted to the Pure Land and is reborn as angels in the deepest cradle of new life. The two are clearly distinct... Theoretically speaking, this should be the case.

But after No. 1 killed the Lord of the Abyss and smashed the Hundred Thousand Abyss into countless fragments, the Pure White Land seemed to expand its function. It no longer just absorbed the "good" in the old land, but also absorbed everything, even the "evil" along with it, and the action was extremely covert.

If it weren't for the fact that after a corner of the ancestral land of all spirits was shattered, a large number of spirits left the ancestral land and became lost souls, and were indiscriminately drawn here, I would still be kept in the dark.

Although the Pure White Mother's past actions suggest she wasn't a heinous criminal, she also has little to do with the word "Mother." Her actions couldn't possibly be simply about saving someone; there must be some deeper consideration behind it.

Considering that after Number One completed that destructive journey, she suddenly began to focus on "attracting" lost souls from other dimensions, and even repeatedly left the Pure Land of White to go to the Abyss of Ten Thousand Evils to convert a large number of demons, it is highly likely that she found a way to deal with the threat posed by Number One.

And this method... is most likely related to the lost souls who were gathered by the Pure White Mother!
Recalling the information she had gathered during her time infiltrating the area, Ma Tou's eyes narrowed slightly, and she subconsciously glanced in the direction of the newborn cradle.

In the extremely crazy operation on the 1st, only three large planes were completely destroyed, but there were definitely many planes that were partially damaged, like the Ancestral Land of All Spirits, and the number of lost souls generated was also enormous.

Those "empty shells" of the lost who have no memory or consciousness will fall directly onto the pure white land, where they will be absorbed and gathered by the cradles of various areas, and sent to the deepest cradle of new life to be transformed into newborn angels.

Those who were saved while still conscious, like myself and that foolish, lustful cow, would be temporarily placed in the Pure White Land, supposedly to regain their memories before being sent back out.

If that's the case, based on my observation of the "treatment" efficiency, the number of "other races" in the Pure White Land should be quite large, probably accounting for one-eighth or even more of the number of angels.

However, during his "recuperation" days, he secretly slipped out many times. On the deepest trip, he even reached the vicinity of the innermost cradle of new life, but the number of alien races he encountered was far lower than expected. The number of alien races currently existing in the entire Pure White Land is not only less than one-eighth of the total number of angels, but may not even be one-thirtieth. There is definitely a big problem here.

After all, the lost souls of other races might have been cured and sent away, but now that Insufficient Land has been destroyed, where can the lost souls of the Feathered People go? Why are their numbers so small?

……

Sure enough, she wasn't an ordinary horse... centaur... centaur... in short, there was something very wrong with her!
Having subtly activated a small portion of his mental powers and vaguely sensed the turbulent emotions of the horse-headed lady, Leon, with his back to her, narrowed his eyes and then said to the old ox with considerable appreciation:

'As expected of the sacred bull of the Hope lineage, the flaw she revealed was so subtle. You were completely captivated by her before, so I thought you wouldn't notice this small opening. I didn't expect you to break free of her charm before I even had to point it out.'

'Moo moo moo (Hehe, that's right, after all, not all cows can become sacred cows)'

'Okay, okay, that's quite impressive.'

Lyon, who was starting to look at this guy with newfound respect, continued to focus on Miss Horsehead's heart while thoughtfully analyzing the situation:
'The charm she exuded over us was indeed subtle, almost directly extending from the level of the soul, as harmonious as a broken circle meeting a missing gap, without any sense of abnormality.'

If we were truly minotaurs, she certainly wouldn't have given herself away. It's just a pity that one of us is a minotaur and the other a human, making her charm seem somewhat incongruous, especially when she suddenly amplifies her allure when trying to gather information from us…

'Moo? (Charm? What charm?)'

what?
Hearing the old ox's puzzled moo, Leon was momentarily stunned.

'Didn't you suddenly wake up and break free from her alluring attraction because she suddenly increased her "charm" output?'

'Moo (Of course not)'

The old ox blinked its eyes and mooed as if it were the most natural thing in the world:

'Moo! (The reason I was able to escape her allure was thanks to my excellent observation skills; her numbers were clearly wrong!)'

'Quantity? What quantity?'

'Moo (Grandma's)'

Under Lyon's somewhat bewildered gaze, the old ox, who seemed to have uttered a curse word but also seemed to have said nothing, mooed with a matter-of-fact expression, cigarette dangling from his lips:

'Moo moo moo moo! (She only has two **, while the beauty in my eyes should have four. There's no way I'll compromise on this, so I'm most likely bewitched, which means there must be something wrong with her!)'

(End of this chapter)