At this moment, Yan Mo didn't care about Yuan Zhan at all. He looked into the darkness and said calmly, "I know the name of this tree. It is very important to my child."
"You know?" Old Sama seemed surprised.
"Saplings of the soul-returning tree, right?" Yan Mo clenched his fists.
The soul-returning tree is also recorded in its original world. Legend has it that it looks like a maple tree. Take the heart or roots of the soul-returning tree, fry the soup in a pot made of jade, and boil the soup until it becomes sticky lacquer. Knead it into balls and smoke it with fire, its fragrance can bring the dead back to life.
Old Sama fell silent.
Yuan Zhan was much more awake at this time, and after seeing that Yan Mo was not in danger, he climbed onto the stone platform, lay down next to Yan Mo's legs, his head was just at the same level as the sapling, and immediately closed his eyes and started the primary training method. The breathing law of the primary training method does not pay attention to the posture when it is running, and it can be used in the body in any posture if you are proficient.
Yuan Zhan was in a hurry to recover his physical strength. Now that he was like this, he would not only be unable to protect his priest, but would also become a drag on him.
While breathing, a faint and pleasant scent of grass and trees entered his nose. This scent of plants and trees instantly made him feel much more comfortable. He even felt that his recovery speed was accelerating, which made him turn his head towards the scent. The direction moved a little more.
"I didn't expect humans to recognize us." Old Sama seemed to be thinking about something.
Yan Mo was shocked. Could it be that all the Maple Clan are Soul Returning Trees? If this is the case, if the record about the Returning Soul Tree in his original world is true, and if this news is leaked, how long can the Maple Clan exist here
The old Sama seemed to see what Yan Mo was thinking, and said lightly: "The only one who can be called the soul-returning tree is the Sama of the Maple tribe."
Yan Mo, who always only thinks of people in a bad way, almost immediately understood what old Sama was worried about. Although Yuan Zhan had broken through to level five, he didn't dare to underestimate this old man who had lived for countless years. Sama, even if he could attack the Maple Clan with the fruit of witch luck in his belly, it would be a lose-lose outcome, and he would never want to do so unless necessary, not to mention that his son Dudu might be hidden in the fruit of witch luck This made him even more afraid to take advantage of the fruit of witchcraft easily.
"I have no malice towards you." When Yan Mo said this, his face didn't blush and his heart didn't beat. He really didn't have any malice, but he just wanted to make some deals with old Sama.
"All my knowledge comes from the dream of the ancestor god. Old Sama, I haven't told you my name yet. My name is Yan Mo. Now I am a priest of the Jiuyuan Tribe. And the person lying next to me is our Jiuyuan tribe." The leader of the original tribe."
"Ancestor God! You..." Old Sama made a sound like singing in surprise.
"We came here not to invade or attack, but to save people. Do you know the original tribes living in this land? They were attacked by powerful tribes such as the Shi and Bairi, just because of the witchcraft The fruit grows in their tribal territory."
"Then you are doing it for the fruit of witch luck?" There seemed to be some disappointment in Old Sama's voice.
"No," Yan Mo shook his head, "We didn't know about the Fruit of Witch Luck when we went to save people, and the Yuanji tribe didn't even know that there was such a remarkable thing growing in our land. We went to save people because In the original battle, our Jiuyuan leader was originally a warrior of the Yuanji tribe."
Yuan Zhan's eyelids moved, and he could feel someone looking at him. But other feelings are very vague. At this time, he is like a half-dream and half-awake. He knows that he is talking to people silently outside, but he can't hear what they are saying. He wants to listen carefully, but his vague consciousness refuses to support him.
Is it that aroma? Yuan Zhan struggled in the depths of his consciousness. He consciously wanted to stay away from that fragrance, but his physical instinct made him unwilling to leave that fragrance.
Seeing that Yuan Zhan was sleeping comfortably, Yan Mo withdrew his eyes and continued: "It was a coincidence that I got the fruit of witch luck. You mentioned the Kunpeng clan with human faces, but do you know the mountain god who lives on Tiangui Mountain? ?”
"I know it. There is a human-faced Kunpeng bloodline that likes to raise its own children there. Has that little guy grown up? When I first saw it, it was still an egg." Old Sama smiled a little meaning.
"It just finished a hibernation." Speaking of Jiufeng, Yan Mo also showed a natural and gentle smile on his face, "Now it has grown so big, its ability is comparable to that of a fifth or sixth-level ability fighter, and it likes to bully large animals. But he still has a childish personality, very naughty."
"It sounds like you are familiar with him?" Old Sama's voice returned to its previous kindness. It has lived for too long and seen too many intelligent creatures, even the most cunning Sky Fox Clan seems transparent in front of it. The boy on the other side smiled like a parent talking about their child, and it also made him feel a little fond of the boy from the bottom of his heart.
"Yeah." Yan Mo said helplessly, "In its eyes, I'm probably raised by it."
"Hehe." Old Sama smiled. If it had only a flat feeling towards Yan Mo before, it was only because the other party had the fruit of witch luck in his body and hoped that he could properly raise the child of life, but now it is I really had a crush on this young human boy.
"My Fruit of Witch Luck is a gift from Nine Winds. It saw the Fruit of Witch Luck popping up from the ground and blooming and bearing fruit when the sun disappeared and reappeared. It thought it was a good thing. So I snatched it from the humans who snatched the fruit of witch luck. That little guy, if he has any good things or has never seen it, he likes to bring it to me." Yan Mo didn't notice how much his eyes were now. soft.
"You know everything after that. After careful consideration, the chief of the Yuanji Tribe decided to give up the original territory and follow us back to Jiuyuan. I got two roads to Jiuyuan from the dream of the ancestor god, one of which needs to be crossed Through the Black Forest, one is the one we are taking now, detouring from the extension of the Black Forest. But when we came here, we met you."
"This is God's guidance." A thick rhizome like a dragon protruded from the darkness, entangled and twisted by the pool and slowly turned into the image of the tree man Yan Mo saw before, but the tree man's head The color of the crown is not so green, and the light here is not very good, it looks a bit like purple-black.
"Old Sama." Yan Mo put his right hand on his heart and bowed his head to the old Sama.
Old Sama stretched out a scepter-like branch and nodded at Yan Moxu, "Son, since you already know that this is the seedling of the Returning Soul Tree and the future Sama of our clan, what are you going to do?"
The detailed introduction of the guide will probably tell him what to do, but the +300 scum value also makes him unable to make up his mind for a while. Besides, is the guide so annoying? Since it has proposed that he must lose all 100 million scum points in order for Dudu to return to him, how could it possibly revive Dudu when he has only lost less than 50,000 points
He didn't feel at all that the guide would allow him to exploit such a big loophole.
He even felt that the appearance of this witch luck fruit was like a carrot tied to a donkey, its purpose was only to improve his subjective initiative and tempt him to work harder to reduce his scum value.
Give hope first, and when he feels that he can't accomplish his goal and almost gives up on himself, then throw out the actual temptation, a little bit, a little bit, the whip and honey are used together, forcing him to "reform" "willingly" .
Maybe raising a child of life is one of the necessary processes for him to get back Dudu
Yan Mo suddenly thought, if he had escaped from Yuanji Tribe early, would he have missed the fruit of witch luck
If he didn't agree with Yuan Zhan to save people together, did the fruit of witch luck fall into the hands of priests from other clans
Similarly, if he hadn't "kindly" brought Yuanji's people back to Jiuyuan, he wouldn't have walked to the edge of the Black Forest, and he wouldn't have entered the Black Forest to meet old Sama.
If he can't see old Sama, he may be tempted by the fruit of witch luck to raise him wrongly, and Dudu, who he always thought was an auditory hallucination, will be killed by his wrong raising method... !
Thinking of this, Yan Mo was in a cold sweat.
The guide is so fucking cunning! If he didn't "do good", wouldn't it be a long, long time before he sees Dudu? Maybe after the 100 million scum value is reduced, the guide can say: Your son is in the XX tribe, and he is dying now.
And if he wants a son, he must first fight the powerful tribe that got the fruit of witch luck, and after regaining the fruit of witch luck, he must try to purify the fruit of witch luck, and then search all over the world for intelligent creatures who know how to purify, and then... I don't know how long it will take before he can turn the Fruit of Witch Luck into the Son of Life.
The most frightening and most unacceptable thing for him is that the guide told him: Your son used to be by your side, but you killed him with your own hands. Now that you want him to come back, you have to kill the current fruit of witch luck and wait for him. A new fruit of witch luck was born.
The corner of Yan Mo's mouth twitched, he felt that the guide could really do such a thing.
"Child?" Old Sama didn't get a response for a long time, thinking that he was engaged in a fierce ideological struggle.
Yan Mo raised his head, "Do you have a way to revive my child? If you can do it, I swear to the ancestor gods that as long as my bloodline continues, I will always be the best friend of the Maple Clan. To protect the Maple Clan, I personally promise you three other conditions, as long as I can do it and as long as it does not violate the divine will of the ancestors, any conditions are fine."
This is definitely the biggest promise Yan Mo made in his two lifetimes.
Old Sama couldn't help being moved, he could tell that the human boy opposite was serious.
"We do have a way to resurrect the dead." Old Sama admitted this, "But we can only resurrect the dead who have just died, within three days at most, and the body of the dead needs to be as complete and fresh as possible. In addition, when the resurrected If the dead die again, there will never be a possibility of resurrection."
Yan Mo had already guessed, how could the guide allow him to achieve his goal easily? Although he had guessed it, he still couldn't help being disappointed and lost.
"You don't have to be so sad." Old Sama felt the deep sadness and couldn't help comforting him, "Your child's situation is different from others, since the ancestor god let his soul hide in the fruit of witch luck, maybe the upbringing It is your mission to give birth to a child of life. On the day when the fruit of witch luck is incarnated, your child will return."
Yan Mo also regained his spirits, yes, hope is by his side, and the current situation is already the best.
"But now there is a problem. There may be two consciousnesses in the Fruit of Witch Luck, and one of them may harm my child." Yan Mo looked at old Sama with longing eyes, "Is there anything?" A way to eliminate that evil consciousness, leaving only my child? That consciousness hid when it approached little Sama, you have a way, right?"
Old Sama did have a way, "Are you willing to suffer for your child?"
"I am willing!" Yan Mo said without hesitation.
Old Sama hesitated, "It will be very painful, and I don't know if it will be successful. You may lose your soul in endless pain."
Oh, it's okay, he has been abused by the guide to the point of turning into a masochist, and the pain may be more beneficial to his health. Yan Mo laughed, "I'm willing to try. Tell me, old Sama, what do you want me to do?"
"I need to plant a branch of mine into your body."