Yan Mo swore that he heard it right, it was indeed his son's voice, and it echoed in his mind just like the voice of old Sama of the Feng clan.
Calm down, you're not crazy, you're sane now.
Yan Mo secretly felt for his pulse, then looked at his hands with that weak light, and then stroked his face and neck after reading.
He should not be poisoned, and what he saw and heard should not be imagined by him.
Yan Mo scratched his arm lightly with a scalpel, the pain was obvious, the color of the blood and... the taste was normal, and judging by the speed at which the incision was closed, the recovery ability was also the same as before.
"What are you doing?" Old Sama was quite curious about Yan Mo's actions.
"It's nothing." Yan Mo thought for a while, if the old Sama wasn't imagined by him, and if he didn't have any malice towards him, maybe he could ask him about this matter.
"Will this fruit of witch luck cause people to have hallucinations? For example, seeing things that don't exist, hearing voices that don't exist?" Yan Mo omitted the process of getting the fruit of witch luck and inserting the fruit into his body. Wind and other things, pick and choose to tell the old Sama.
The question that confused Yan Mo made the old Sama laugh out loud, "It seems that this fruit of witch luck likes you very much, you are very lucky to get them according to all the legends about the fruit of witch luck I have heard The witch always has to pay a huge price to communicate with it, and the fruit of witch luck has never taken the initiative to drill into the human body."
"What exactly is the fruit of witch luck?"
"Son, be patient." Old Sama obviously planned to keep Yan Mo from sitting on that rock and it would not say anything.
Yan Mo gritted his teeth, disregarding the violent reaction of the fruit in his stomach, turned over and climbed up the rock.
As soon as he got to that rock, the fruit that had turned upside down in his stomach suddenly became extremely quiet.
Yan Mo had a strange feeling, he felt that the fruit hated the glowing seedling beside him, and hid in his body.
But on the other hand, he hallucinated again and heard Dudu's laughter.
Dudu seemed very happy, "Dad, Dad" kept calling.
Yan Mo couldn't help but smile.
"Dad, you beat the monster away and it hid. Dad is the best!"
Yan Mo closed his eyes, opened them again, faced the darkness in the distance, and asked, "Now can you tell me what the Fruit of Witch Luck is?"
Old Sama saw him sitting on the stone platform, and his tone seemed to become more relaxed. He asked back: "Except for a very few intelligent creatures in this world, I am afraid that there is no one who understands the fruit of witch luck better than me. Sure enough, it is indeed the fruit of witch luck, even though we are so far apart, it still brought you to me."
"Is it good for me, or is it more harmful?"
Old Sama said in a melodious voice, "That depends on how you use it."
"Dad, I want to touch it, I like it."
Yan Mo stretched out his hand to caress 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 tell you?"
Yan Mo raised his head, "No, it didn't talk to me, I heard... the voices of dead people, and saw some strange scenes."
"No, no, that's the fruit of witch luck, but hearing the voice of the dead? This is very interesting, and it's the first time I've heard of it." Old Sama said this sentence, and I don't know if she fell into memory , all of a sudden there is no sound.
Yan Mo wanted to pinch the old Sama's neck to make him pour out everything he knew, but he didn't even know where her real body was.
Old Sama finally remembered that there are still people waiting for its reply, "Ah, let me tell you about the origin of the Fruit of Witch Luck."
I have been waiting for it for a long time! Yan Mo's face was covered with black lines.
"The fruit of witch luck is not exactly a plant, it is also one of the intelligent creatures of the blood of the gods, but half of it is born to grow, and the conditions for it to grow are extremely harsh, although it is not a real species of undead tree , but it also belongs to the longevity family. Its growth habits in the early stage are very similar to the undead tree, but it is even rarer than the undead tree. There will only be one every time in the world, and it will only appear once in a long, long time. You humans like to call it a witch. The fruit of luck, but we Changsheng people are used to calling it the son of life, and regard it as a gift from the god of life."
Son of Life? Doesn't sound like a bad name. But what the old Sama said next broke Yan Mo's good hope.
"God will give mercy, but will also give punishment. Although the fruit of witch luck belongs to the longevity family, every time it appears, it exists for a short time."
"why?"
"Because of the human beings who raised it. They never gave it a real chance to grow, and the wrong way of raising it often makes the fruit of witch luck become evil. When human beings can no longer bear its greed, they will pay a great price. kill it."
"So you know the proper parenting method?"
The old Sama smiled, "No, I don't know, very few people know how to truly cultivate the fruit of witch luck and turn it into the legendary child of life, maybe Sama before me knew it, but it didn't Don't tell me, all I know is how humans raise it."
"But you said that was wrong."
"yes."
"You don't know the right way to raise, how can you be sure that the human way is wrong?"
"Because the correct method in the legend can raise the child of life and make the fruit of witch luck a real intelligent creature, but all the fruits of witch luck since I was born are just a fruit until I die."
Yan Mo's heart beat faster, "You mean that the fruit of witch luck can turn into a human?"
"It doesn't have to be a human being. It is said that a long time ago, the human-faced Kunpeng clan raised a real son of life, and that son of life also had the appearance of a bird's body and a human face when incarnated."
Human-faced Kunpeng clan! Yan Mo almost jumped up, there was someone next to him! He quickly asked: "Then does this mean that the human-faced Kunpeng clan knows the correct way to raise the fruit of witch luck?"
"It should be. But no human can reach the territory of the human-faced Kunpeng, and they don't welcome humans and other intelligent creatures."
Jiufeng kept yelling that he would take him home to have a look. Yan Mo forcibly retracted the corners of his grinning mouth, and didn't say anything about it.
"I can tell you the wrong parenting methods of 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 extremely serious, but he just uttered the first word, and suddenly let out a long moan: "Who?"
"Old Sama?"
"I feel a huge energy coming from under my feet. I have to go and see!"
"Old Sama?"
Old Sama fell silent.
Yan Mo is speechless, you have to go and say hello anyway.
"Father, let's play with Xiao Miaomiao."
it is good! Yan Mo, who instantly entered the stupid dad mode, stretched out his magic hand again to the glowing little sapling next to him. The poor little sapling trembled but couldn't pull out the roots and escape.
Hey, old Sama, don't leave, this human is too scary, it needs to grow up quickly, and hide away when it sees this human.
"Humming." The bee guards also came, and the red wings and thorns landed on Yan Mo's shoulders.
When Yan Mo indulged himself in the "illusion" of playing with his son, old Sama returned.
"Bang!" A large man was thrown into the pool.
The water splashed everywhere, part of it landed on Yan Mo's face, Yan Mo wiped his face and looked towards the pool.
There, Yuan Zhan lay face down in the pool of water.
The corner of Yan Mo's mouth twitched, won't he drown
Yuan Zhan's arm moved.
Old Sama's voice also sounded at the same time: "Is this human being your tribe?"
"yes."
"It's been a long time since there has been a fifth-level fighter in this land. Your tribe is very good. They didn't use any aids and broke through to the fifth level with their own strength. And... he also absorbed the living species of my Maple tribe, He is likely to have dual abilities in the future." Old Sama's voice was helpless, but he was not very angry, for the Longevity Clan, it is not a descendant if they have not bred the seeds of wisdom.
"Dual ability?" This animal is lucky! He knew that this person would not just sit and wait for death. When he saw that the Maple Clan didn't bring him here, he thought he was being detained to threaten him. It turned out that this guy had already run away by himself.
"Dual ability fighters are rare, 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 was struggling in the water, Yan Mo watched, but didn't even have the intention of jumping down to help him.
How could a fifth-level ability fighter drown in such a small pool of water
Yuan Zhan was indeed not drowned, but he was also choked. He vaguely felt that he should have broken through and advanced, but his body energy had been exhausted, and his whole body was sore and limp as if it had been crushed and glued together again.
To put it simply, he is unable to stand up at all now, and even struggles to raise his head.
Uh... Puff, did he hear the voice of his priest? Yuan Zhan raised his head and spat out water, trying to find Mo.
Yan Mo suppressed the surge in his heart, the old Sama not only went to get back the original war, but also seemed to have communicated with the little Sama above.
"You frightened my little Sama, bad boy." There was a smile in old Sama's voice.
"I'm sorry, if you didn't capture my people to raise your own offspring, I wouldn't have come in either. I like you, old Sama, before I met you, I just didn't intend to take revenge on the Maple tribe, but after meeting you, I think... Maybe we can get in touch with each other more, what do you like, I can find a way to get some for you in the future." This sentence, Yan Mo said sincerely.
"Hehe, those human tribes used to send us a large number of healthy slaves every spring in exchange for food in winter. At that time, many tribes of intelligent creatures lived on the same land and communicated with each other, but those wars Let everyone be completely separated." Old Sama seemed to sink into memory again.
Yan Mo understood that old people like to recall the past. But can you tell me what I want to know first
"As long as we have land, sunlight, and water, we don't have any other special needs. If you really want to do something for me, then cultivate the fruit of witch luck well and let it become a real child of life. At that time, all the Longevity Clan will be your friends."
Yan Mo knows a word: the future is beautiful, but the reality is cruel. So he was still very calm when he heard the beautiful future described by the old Sama, "I will work hard, not because I promised you, but... how can I cultivate the fruit of witch luck?"
Yuan Zhan finally sat up from the water, he saw his priest in a haze, and subconsciously, he walked towards Yan Mo, but just as he stood up, he fell back into the water again.
Yan Mo pretended not to see it.
The old Sama didn't intend to help this fifth-level fighter at all. Instead of being kind, he said to Yan Mo in a very stern tone: "Don't water the fruit of witch luck with blood and life, even if it promises to bring you Come everything you want in your dreams. The reason why the fruit of witch luck is called the fruit of witch luck by the blood of humans and gods is because it can bring great benefits and good luck to those who raise it."
Yan Mo's heart trembled slightly.
"The Fruit of Witch Luck has no sanity in the early days, only the most greedy and primitive desires. It likes to devour all living things around it. Blood is one of its favorite foods. Those human tribes want to get help from the Fruit of Witch Luck , 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 witch luck, and raise it in the blood pool. The fruit of witch luck raised in this way will become evil and greedy. And human beings will continue to meet its requirements because of the benefits. If things go on like this, those tribes will eventually be swallowed by the fruit of witch luck because of their greed, and the fruit of witch luck will starve to death because of the loss of their nurturers. Or be killed by unbearable humans."
"Then the fruit of witch luck in my body is already growing, or is it in the early stages?"
"It just broke out of the ground. Naturally, it is still in the early stage of sanity. It will only tell you that you are hungry and tell you what it wants. At this time, it is not considered an intelligent creature, it is barely a seed."
"Only shouting hungry?"
"right."
"No, it never yelled at me, it... it was the dead man who kept talking to me."
"Well, it's very strange." Old Sama also seemed to be unable to figure it out, "The Fruit of Witch Luck appears to be so sane that it can communicate with its nurturer, usually in the middle of growth. And I haven't heard that it will use the voice of the dead Talk to the nurturer, your fruit of witch luck is really different from the ones that have appeared before, and this is the first time I have heard that the fruit of witch luck will actively drill into the body of the nurturer."
Yuan Zhan got up again, this time he was able to walk towards Yan Mo tremblingly, but when he came to the stone platform, he fell down again, directly lying on the platform.
Yuan Zhan's hand touched Yan Mo's foot. This feel, this taste, yes, it is Mo! Yuan Zhan was relieved, he finally found his priest.
Yan Mo let him grab his feet, and decided to reveal a little more detail to the old Sama, "It, the deceased has been telling me that there are monsters chasing him and trying to harm him, do you think it will..."
Yan Mo's voice was a little trembling, he held back, calmed down his emotions, and continued: "Do you think it is possible that this fruit of witch luck has two lives, or two... souls, one of which is nothing?" Do you know the original soul of the fruit of witch luck who only knows to satisfy your appetite, and the other soul that has not dissipated hidden by the gods?"
The more Yan Mo talked, the more he felt that his speculation was probably correct, "He was asking me for help, saying that he was very scared, that the monster was looking for him, so could it be that the original soul of the fruit of witch luck wanted to devour him And this sapling, he likes it very much, since I sat here, the dead man felt safe, said that the monster hid, and you also said that this sapling can suppress the fruit of witch luck, so... "
"Son, is that deceased person very important to you?" Old Sama's voice was very 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. God said that he will return that child to me, but he needs me to do many, many good things." If it was Yan Mo before, he would definitely think that the person who said such a thing was stupid, but now He almost took this as a lifeline.
"You said that child liked this tree very much?"
"yes."
"Do you know what kind of tree this is?"
Yan Mo wanted to say that he didn't know, but with a move in his heart, his right hand touched the sapling again.
"You said that God once 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 has a guide, even if the guide proposes that he should add 50 scum points to the profile of this sapling, he is willing. He had an intuition that this tree must be very important to Dudu, very important!
This time the guide was stingy and added 50 scum points to him, but he only gave five words.
When Yan Mo saw those five words, his heart trembled!
"Mo?" Yuan Zhan called out Yan Mo's name.