132 Chapter 132

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date="2021-01-16"

title="132 Chapter 132 "

weight="124765"

series = ["Banished to Another World"]

mode = "manual"

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Yan Mo swears that he never heard it wrong, it was indeed his son's voice, echoing in his mind just like the voice of Feng Clan old Sama.

Calm down, you are not crazy, you are now wise.

Yan Mo secretly touched his pulse, then checked his hands with the weak light, and then stroked his face and neck after reading it.

He should not be poisoned, and everything he saw and heard in front of him should not have been imagined by him.

Yan Mo lightly stroked his arm with a scalpel. The pain was obvious, and the blood color and... tasted and tasted normal. Looking at the speed at which the blade was closed, the recovery ability was the same as before.

"What are you doing?" Old Sama was quite curious about Yan Mo's actions.

"Nothing." Yan Mo thought for a while. If Old Sama wasn't what he had imagined, and if he had no malice towards him, maybe he could ask the other person about this.

"Does this fruit of witch fortune make people hallucinate? For example, seeing things that don't exist, and hearing sounds that don't exist?" Yan Mo omitted the process of getting the fruit of witch luck and the fruit into his body. Wind and other things, pickingly inform the old Sama.

It made Yan Mo confused by the abnormal question, but Old Sama laughed out loud, "It seems that this fruit of witch fortune likes you very much. You are very lucky. I have heard all the legends about the fruit of witch fortune. The witches always have to pay a great price to communicate with them, and the fruit of witch luck has never been proactively penetrated into the human body."

"What is the fruit of witchcraft?"

"Child, be patient." Old Sama obviously planned to say nothing unless Yan Mo sat on the rock.

Yan Mo gritted his teeth, ignoring the fierce reaction of the fruit in his belly, and then climbed up the rock.

Once on the rock, the fruit that was upset in his belly suddenly became extremely quiet.

Yan Mo had a strange feeling. He felt that the fruit hated the shining seedling beside him, and hid in his body.

But on the other hand, he heard hallucinations again and heard a beeping laughter.

Dudu seemed very happy, and kept yelling "Dad, Dad".

Yan Mo couldn't help but smile.

"Dad, you beat the monster away and it hid. Daddy is the best!"

Yan Mo closed his eyes and opened them again, facing the darkness in the distance, and asked: "Now can you tell me what the fruit of witchcraft is?"

When Old Sama saw him sitting on the stone platform, his tone seemed to become a little more relaxed. He asked, "Except for a few intelligent creatures in this world, I am afraid that no one knows the fruits of witchcraft better than me. It really deserves to be the fruit of witchcraft, even if you and me are so far apart, it still brings you to me."

"Is it good for me, or is it more harmful?"

Old Sama's voice was melodious, "It depends on how you use it."

"Dad, I want to touch it, I like it."

Yan Mo stretched out his hand to touch the seedling, the seedling trembled twice, obediently let Yan Mo touch it.

"You said you heard the Fruit of Witch Luck talking to you? What did it say to you?"

Yan Mo raised his head, "No, it didn't talk to me. I heard the voice of someone who has died and saw some strange scenes."

"No, no, that's the fruit of witchcraft, but hearing the voice of the dead? This is very interesting, I've heard of it for the first time." Old Sama finished saying this, and wondered if he fell into the memory. , And there was no sound.

Yan Mo couldn't wait to pinch Old Sama's neck to let him pour out everything he knew, but he didn't even know where the person's true body was.

Old Sama finally remembered that someone was waiting for its reply, "Ah, let me tell you the origin of the fruit of witchcraft."

I've been waiting long ago! Yan Mo was full of black lines.

"The fruit of witch luck is not exactly a plant, it is also one of the intelligent creatures of the bloodline, but half of it is born and grows, and the conditions for its growth are extremely harsh. Although it is not a true seed of undead trees, But it also belongs to the longevity clan. The early growth habits are similar to the undead tree, but it is even rarer than the undead tree. There will only be one each time in the world, and it can only appear once for a long, long time. You humans like to call it witchcraft. The fruit of life, but our longevity clan is used to call it the son of life, and regard it as the gift of life."

The child of life? It doesn't sound like a bad name. But Old Sama's next words broke Yan Mo's beautiful hope.

"It will give mercy, but it will also give punishment. Although the fruit of witch luck belongs to the longevity clan, every time it appears, its existence is very short."

"why?"

"Because the humans who raised it. They never gave it a real chance to grow, and the wrong way of raising it often makes the fruit of witchcraft evil. When humans can no longer bear its greed, they will pay a great price. Kill it."

"Then you know the correct way of nurturing?"

Old Sama smiled, "No, I don’t know. Few people know how to truly cultivate the fruit of witch luck and turn it into the legendary son of life. Maybe the Sama before me knew it, but it didn’t Did not tell me, all I know is the way humans raise it."

"But you said it was wrong."

"Yes."

"You don't know the correct method of raising, how can you be sure that the human method is wrong?"

"Because the correct method in the legend can raise the son of life, and make the fruit of witch fortune become a real intelligent creature, but all the fruit of witchcraft since my birth to death is just a fruit."

Yan Mo's heartbeat quickened, "You mean the fruit of witch fortune can become a person?"

"It doesn't have to be a human. It is said that a long time ago, the Kunpeng Clan of Human Face nurtured a real son of life, and that son of life was incarnate like a bird's face.

Human face Kunpeng clan! Yan Mo almost jumped up, there is no one beside him! He quickly asked: "So does this mean that the Human Face Kunpeng Clan knows the correct way to nurture the fruit of witchcraft?"

"It should be. But no human can reach the territory of the Human Face Kunpeng tribe, and they don't welcome humans and other intelligent creatures to go."

But Jiufeng kept yelling to take him home to see. Yan Mo forcibly retracted the corner of his grinning mouth, without telling the story.

"I can tell you the wrong way of raising human beings. If you want to raise real children of life, then don't follow that method."

Yan Mo sat upright with a serious expression, "Please speak."

Old Sama's voice also became very serious, but he just said the first word, and suddenly he let out a long chant: "Who?"

"Old Sama?"

"I feel a huge energy coming from under my feet. I have to go and see!"

"Old Sama?"

Old Sama was silent.

Yan Mo is speechless, you are going to say hello somehow.

"Dad, let's play with Xiao Miaomiao."

it is good! Yan Mo, who instantly entered the stupid dad mode, stretched out his magic hand to the glowing young sapling again. The poor young sapling trembled but couldn't pull the roots to escape.

Hey, old Sama, don't go away. This human being is too terrible. He should grow up quickly, and he will hide away when he sees this human being in the future.

"Buzz." The bee guards also found, and the red wings and flying thorns landed on Yan Mo's shoulder.

When Yan Mo indulged himself in the "illusion" of playing with his son, the old Sama returned.

"Bang!" A big man was thrown into the pool.

The water splashed all over, and part of it splashed on Yan Mo's face, Yan Mo wiped his face, and looked towards the pool.

There, Yuan Zhan lay face down in the pool.

Yan Mo twitched the corners of his mouth. He wouldn't drown, right?

Yuan Zhan's arm moved.

Old Sama's voice also sounded at the same time: "Is this human being your tribe?"

"Yes."

"This land hasn't seen a fifth-level warrior for a long time. Your tribe is very good. He didn't use any auxiliary materials. He broke through to the fifth level with his own power, and... he also absorbed the living species of my maple clan. , He is likely to have dual abilities in the future." The old Sama's voice was helpless, but not very angry. For the longevity clan, he could not be considered a descendant if he had not bred the seeds of wisdom.

"Dual ability?" This animal is lucky! He knew that this person would not sit and wait for death. At first, seeing the Feng Clan didn't bring him over, he thought he was detained and kept threatening him. It turned out that this guy had already run away by himself.

"There are few dual-ability fighters, but not without them."

Yan Mo's focus is not here. If Yuan Zhan can have dual abilities after absorbing the seeds of the Maple Clan, what if he also absorbs the seeds of the Maple Clan?

Yuan Zhan struggled in the water, watching Yan Mo, but he didn't even mean to jump down and help him.

How could a Level 5 fighter drown in such a small pool of water?

Yuanzhan did not drown, but he was choked and uncomfortable. He vaguely felt that he should have broken through the promotion, but his body energy has been exhausted, and his whole body is as painful and sore as being crushed and sticking again.

Simply put, he is now unable to stand up at all, even looking up.

Hmm...hhhh, did he hear the voice of his priest? Yuan Zhan raised his head and spit out water, trying to find silent.

Yan Mo suppressed the surging in his heart. Not only did Old Sama get back the original battle this time, it seemed to have communicated with the little Sama above.

"You scared my little Sama, bad boy." Old Sama's voice was smiling.

"Sorry, if it wasn't for you to capture my people to nurture their offspring, I would not come in. I like you, old Sama, before meeting you, I just don’t intend to avenge the Feng clan, but after meeting you, I think...maybe we can talk to each other more, what do you like, I can find a way to get some of it for you in the future." This sentence, Yan Mo said sincerely.

"Hehe, the human tribes used to send us a large number of robust slaves every spring in exchange for winter food. At that time, many intelligent biological tribes lived on the same land and they communicated with each other, but during those few wars Let everyone be completely separated." Old Sama seemed to sink into the memory again.

Yan Mo understood that old people like to remember the past. But can you always tell me what I want to know first?

"As long as we have land, sunlight, water, and nothing else we really want, if you really want to do something for me, then you can cultivate the fruit of witch luck and make it become a true child of life. Then all the longevity races will be your friends."

Yan Mo knows a word: The future is beautiful, and reality is cruel. Therefore, he was still very calm when he heard the good future described by the old Sama, "I will work hard, not because I promised you, but...how do I cultivate the fruit of witchcraft?"

Yuan Zhan finally sat up from the water, he saw his priest in the hazy, subconsciously, he walked in the direction of Yan Mo, but just stood up, he fell back into the water.

Yan Mo saw it as if he hadn't seen it.

Old Sama didn’t mean to help this fifth-level fighter in the slightest. It changed the kindness just now, and said in a very strict tone: “Don’t use blood and life to water the fruit of witchcraft, even if it promises to bring you Come everything you want in your dreams. The reason why the fruit of witchcraft is called the fruit of witchcraft by the blood of humans is because it can bring great benefits and good luck to the nurturer."

Yan Mo's heart trembled slightly.

"The fruit of Witch Luck had no wisdom in the early stage, only the most greedy and primitive desire/hope. It likes to devour all the living things around, and blood is one of its favorite foods. Those human tribes want to get the fruit of Witch Luck. The help of witchcraft will often give it what it wants. In the past, the tribe would use a large number of slaves and animals to sacrifice the fruit of witchcraft and raise it in the blood pool. The fruit of witchcraft thus raised would become evil and Greed, and human beings will continue to meet its requirements because of the benefits. In the long run, those tribes will eventually be swallowed by the fruit of witch luck because of the greed of the fruit of witch luck, and the fruit of witch luck will also be alive and hungry because of the loss of the nurturer. Die or be killed by intolerable humans."

"Then the fruit of witch fortune in my body is already growing, or is it in the early stage?"

"It just broke the ground. It is naturally in the early stage when it is not wise. It will only call you hungry and tell you what it wants. At this time, it is not considered a smart creature, but barely a seed."

"Just shout hungry?"

"Correct."

"No, it has never called me hungry, it... the dead person is talking to me all the time."

"Well, it's weird." Old Sama didn't seem to be able to figure it out either. "The fruit of Witch Luck is clearly intelligent enough to communicate with the nurturers, usually in the middle of growth. And I haven't heard that it will use the voice of the dead. Talking to the nurturer, your witchcraft fruit is really different from the ones that have appeared before, and it’s the first time I have heard that the witchcraft fruit will take the initiative to get into the nurturing body."

Yuan Zhan climbed up again, this time he was able to walk towards Yan Mo tremblingly, but when he walked to the stone platform, he squatted down again and lay directly on the table.

Yuan Zhan's hand touched Yan Mo's foot. This feel, this taste, yes, it's silent! Yuan Zhan was relieved, he finally found his priest.

Yan Mo let him grab his feet and decided to reveal a little more details to old Sama, "It, that deceased has been telling me that a monster is chasing him, wanting to harm him, do you think..."

Yan Mo's voice trembled a little, he held it back, calmed his emotions, and continued: "Do you think it is possible that there are two lives in this fruit of witch luck, or two... souls, one of them is everything? I don’t know that I only know the original soul of the fruit of witch luck that satisfies my appetite, and there is another soul that has been hidden and has not disappeared?"

The more Yan Mo talked about it, the more he felt that his speculation was probably correct. "He is asking for help, saying that he is very scared, saying that the monster is looking for him, then will it be the original soul of the fruit of witchcraft that wants to swallow him? And this sapling, he likes it very much. Since I sat here, the dead person felt safe, saying that the monster hid, and you also said that this sapling can suppress the fruit of witchcraft, then... …"

"Child, is that deceased important to you?" Old Sama's voice was gentle.

Yan Mo's eyes were blurred, and he wiped his face, only to realize that he had already burst into tears.

"Yes, he is my dead child. He said he would return that child to me, but he needs me to do a lot of good things." If it was Yan Mo before, he would think that the person who said this would be stupid. Almost use this as a life-saving straw.

"You said that kid likes this tree?"

"Yes."

"Do you know what tree this is?"

Yan Mo wanted to say that he didn't know, but with a move in his heart, his right hand had already touched the sapling again.

"You said you promised to return your child to you?" Old Sama asked suddenly.

Yan Mo nodded.

"Then everything is possible." Old Sama did not say the name of the sapling just as Yan Mo expected.

But Yan Mo had a guide, even if the guide suggested that the introduction of this sapling would add 50 scum points to him, he was willing. He has an intuition that this tree must be very important to Dudu, very important!

This time the guide was stingy, adding 50 scum points to him, and he only gave five words.

Yan Mo trembled as soon as he saw those five words!

"Mo?" Yuan Zhan called out Yan Mo's name.