Yan Mo and Yuan Zhan followed the man to the prison in Heitu City.
Sure enough, the man did not tell the truth. He said that the person who cast the curse had left Black Earth City, but now he said that he was still there. However, Yan Mo hadn't released the curse for him at that time. Presumably, the release of the curse was a necessary condition for telling the truth
Yan Mo didn't want Yuan Zhan to go with him, but Yuan Zhan was worried and insisted on following. When he reached the door, the man panicked and said that the man saw only one person and the others, otherwise he would curse him.
Yan Mo only has 30 faith points in his hands now, how dare Yuan Zhan get another curse, and immediately asked him to wait at the door.
Yuan Zhan agreed, but in his heart he planned to follow him underground. The person who cast the spell had waited five years in Heitu City for someone who could undo his curse.
The man seemed to have a little right in the prison. He brought Yan Mo, who had changed into a Heitucheng civilian outfit to cover his head and face, into the prison, and no one stopped him.
The prison in Heitu City seems to be divided into layers. On the top floor, many people are crowded into one cell. As soon as they enter the prison, the stench and bloody smell come to the nostrils, and the screams, beatings and curses can be heard endlessly.
The man did not give him a tour explanation, but only led him forward with his head covered.
At the end of the first floor, there was a narrow downward passage. This floor was mostly single rooms, and it was not as noisy as the prisoners on the first floor. This floor was very quiet.
"Don't look too much." The man warned in a low voice.
Yan Mo withdrew his gaze from looking at the prisoner.
"The people locked up here are all the dignified people in our city, and some with special status." The man said vaguely, walking faster.
"Why don't the cells here have doors and locks?"
"Door lock? You mean a door latch? What do you want that for? Among our prison guards are powerful god-blood warriors. He can directly pull out the stone pillars used as prison bars and insert them in, so that no one is afraid of someone opening the door and escaping."
It turns out that the blood warrior can still be used in this way, Yan Mo coughed: "There are no blood warriors in the prisoners here?"
The man turned his head and glanced at Yan Mo with the eyes of a country bumpkin, "Why are the blood warriors who made mistakes locked up here? They are all locked up in the temple prison."
"So that's it." Yan Mo thought that the curser was on this floor, but he didn't expect that there was another floor below this floor.
The third floor is dark and damp, and the ground is covered with moss, and it will slip if people step on it accidentally.
Hasn't anyone been here for a long time? Yan Mo himself has night vision ability, coupled with the torch in the man's hand in front of him, he can see the third floor clearly, the moss will leave a footprint when stepping on it, and before them, the moss is intact.
The sound of water droplets can still be heard in this prison, and there is no wind inside but it is bitingly cold.
Yan Mo noticed that most of the cells on this floor were empty, and even if there were people living in some of them, they didn't look like human beings, and some cells were directly lying with unattended bones.
"The third floor is generally not used." The man turned around and explained.
Hearing footsteps and voices, the prisoner in the leading cell rushed to the bar, stretched out his hand to grab Yan Mo, and let out a hoarse cry.
"Don't pay attention to him. That man's tongue was cut off. He was imprisoned half a year ago. He won't live long."
Yan Mo saw that the person in another cell moved a little bit, but that person seemed to have lost much energy. As soon as he moved, two mice ran out from under his legs. up.
Looking at the other cells, it seems that there are only these two living people on this floor.
"Is anyone delivering food to the prisoners on this floor?" Yan Mo couldn't help asking.
"Send food?" The man was surprised, "Who will send them food?"
"Then how do they survive?"
"Lick the water dripping from the wall, eat moss, bugs and mice, you can always survive, and those who can't survive will die." The man took it for granted.
"Is that the same for that person?"
"Ok."
"Is he still alive?"
"Alive." The man said patiently: "He said that if he dies, I will die too."
"Then you are not afraid of starving him to death, and you will die with him?"
"He told me to leave him alone, let alone come to see him. Unless my curse is lifted and the person who lifts the curse is brought, as long as I get close to the third floor, he will make me ache all over!" The man hated and fear.
"No one usually comes to this third floor?"
"Only for new prisoners."
A vague thought popped up in Yan Mo's mind, and he asked again: "What crime was he imprisoned for?"
"Using witchcraft to deceive. A witch like him would have been imprisoned in the temple, but the temple attendant who came to torture him judged that he didn't have much witchcraft and was a liar, so he was imprisoned here. There was a hint of sarcasm in the man's voice, as if he was very dissatisfied that the servant did not see the specialness of this curser.
Yan Mo thought that the man probably died thinking of the curser, right? It's a pity that he couldn't kill him, and he didn't dare to kill him. He could only throw him to the third floor in retaliation? Or did the curser specifically ask to be locked up on the third floor
"When we arrive, he will be locked in the cell at the end." The man stopped far away, as if he didn't want to even get close to that cell.
Yan Mo raised his eyes and saw a blur at first, and then he saw a man with disheveled hair nestled in the cell at the end after his eyes slowly adapted.
The man with disheveled hair moved, as if sitting up, "Finally... let me wait..."
His voice was hoarse, and his pronunciation was still a little stiff, as if this person hadn't spoken for a long time.
"I, I brought the man." The man's voice trembled, as if the fear of this man was deeply rooted in his heart.
A black shadow flew out of the cell, but the man didn't dare to catch it, the shadow fell to the ground with a crisp sound.
Yan Mo saw that the black shadow was a leather bag. Strange, don't the prisoners here not be searched when they come in? But maybe this prisoner can't use common theory
"That's the reward I promised you, you can take it away." The man with disheveled hair began to speak normally, and he could be heard as an old man.
The man picked up the leather bag, opened it and looked at it, with a look of ecstasy on his face, quickly stuffed the leather bag into his arms, turned around and wanted to run.
"Stop! Don't forget what I told you once. If you tell others about me, any little thing, within three days, you and your family will die."
"I, I know." The man swallowed his saliva, and his mind became clear again. Before leaving, he still didn't forget to say to Yan Mo: "I'm at the top, if you want to go back, come up and find me."
Yan Mo nodded to him, the man left, and there were only four living people left in the third prison, but the two people in front were far away, so they couldn't hear what they were talking here.
The man had already taken the torch away, and the cell was instantly dark.
But soon, a floating light rose from the opposite cell where Yan Mo was standing, and the floating light became brighter and brighter. The brightness and color were like a yellow light bulb of about fifteen watts.
Yan Mo took a closer look, the things that make up the floating light are a large number of glowing bugs like fireflies
The shaggy-haired old man brushed away the tangled hair that blocked his eyes, "Five years, I finally made it. Come here, let me take a good look at you."
Yan Mo stood in the shadows and did not approach, "Who are you? Why did you let me come over?"
The old man suddenly changed his face, "You... How old are you? Come and let me see clearly!" Why does this voice sound older than him
Yan Mo didn't move, the old man shouted: "Come here!"
Yan Mo felt the thing drilled into his forearm tremble, but that was all. The thing didn't run up after it got into his forearm. Wu Guo stopped it, but Wu Guo couldn't expel it, especially because the other party was unpalatable and didn't want to swallow it. That thing also seemed to be jealous of Wuguo, and it didn't dare to move around in its forearm until the old man yelled at him.
"Huh? You can actually control my little baby? Yes, very good!" The old man stood up, broke off the seemingly solid prison fence, and beckoned to him, "Come in."
Yan Mo confirmed his conjecture that this prison can't hold the curser at all, and it's even possible that this person chose this cell on purpose.
"Come on, this is not a place to talk." The old man greeted again.
Yan Mo thought for a while, then walked in.
The old man waited for Yan Mo to come in and put the broken stone fence back together.
Yan Mo could see clearly that the broken part of the stone fence was quickly re-glued, and there was no trace of being broken at all.
"Are you a land control fighter?"
"Haha! No, I'm a witch, it's just a trick." The old man turned around after setting up the fence, saw Yan Mo's face clearly, and immediately yelled, pointing at Yan Mo, he began to cover his chest and gasp for breath.
"You, you... how come you are older than me?" The old man seemed to be very angry, and the fingers pointing at Yan Mo were trembling.
Yan Mo simply lifted his cloak, revealing his whole face.
Seeing Yan Mo's white hair and old face, the old man staggered and shouted in grief: "Well, you fat elephant, you lied to me!"
The old man yelled angrily, and finally squatted down on the ground and cried.
Yan Mo, "..."
"Five years! Five years! I spent five years waiting in Black Soil City, and the result, the result... woohoo! I'm going to die, and the dead fat elephant still bullies me like this, woohoo! I can't live anymore! "Crying and crying, the old man grabbed the stone fence and bumped his head upwards.
The sound of "bang bang bang" was solid.
Yan Mo, "..."
"I just know how to curse, they all hate me, they all want to drive me away, they don't hesitate to deceive me, I hate them hate them!"
"Hey, this one, what is your witch name?"
The old man turned his head suddenly, with his red forehead on his head, and stared at Yan Mo viciously: "Say! Are you sent by them to deliberately bully me? Five years, exactly in the last month of five years, you broke my Curse, meet the conditions to see me, hum. Say! Did you do it on purpose?"
Yan Mo squatted down, stretched out his hand and poked the old man's arm, "Why did you curse that man? Why did you have to wait in Heitu City for five years?"
"Because..." the old man opened Yan Mo's fingers in disgust, "Don't poke! Be careful, I will curse you."
Yan Mo touched his face, "It seems that your curse power is not very good."
"What did you say?" The old man was angry, "Don't think that if you can stop my little baby, I can't deal with you. I have plenty of means to make you survive or die!"
Yan Mo ignored his harsh words, "If you are really amazing, I mean your witch power is very powerful, why didn't you see that I was cursed like this."
"What?!" The old man rushed towards Yan Mo suddenly.
Yan Mo was thrown down by him even though he was on guard.
The old man held Yan Mo's face in his hands and looked at it carefully, the more he looked at him, the more surprised he became, "Are you cursed? This is not your original appearance? No! Impossible! I can't see it at all! This There can be no one stronger than my curse in this world, unless the one who curses you is a god!"
"you are right."
"What?" The old man was dumbfounded.
Yan Mo sat up and pushed the old man who was on top of him away, "My appearance is cursed by God, it is my punishment for disobedience."
The expression on the old man's face is divided into two parts, with disbelief written on the left and excitement written on the right.
Yan Mo reached out to poke the old man again, "Get that thing out of me, I have other things to do, I don't have time to entangle you."
The old man was immersed in his own world, staring at Yan Mo, and muttering in his mouth: "Could it be that the fat elephant really didn't lie to me? Yes, how dare he lie to me? He is not afraid that I will curse him, haha! Yes! He must not dare to lie to me!"
"How old are you? Do you remember your own age? Probably." The old man tried his best to correct his expression and asked Yan Mo seriously.
"About seventeen."
"Ah!" The old man clenched his fists to his mouth excitedly, his eyes sparkled with excitement.
Seeing that something was wrong, Yan Mo hurriedly made preparations.
really! The old man opened his arms excitedly and wanted to pounce on Yan Mo again, but was blocked by Yan Mo who was prepared.
The old man didn't take it seriously, grabbed Yan Mo's arm and stroked it several times, making Yan Mo's skin crawl.
Then the old man was so excited that he crawled all over the ground again. No, he was not crawling, but he crawled purposefully to the inner corner on the right, and then he raised his palm and patted the ground a few times. The ground at that corner was silent. Suddenly, a large circular hole was opened.
"Come, come in!" The old man happily waved to Yan Mo again.
Yan Mo followed the old man into the cave with the mood of what comes and what comes.
The cave is small, but the walls are smooth, and it looks like it has been there for a while, at least not recently.
The old man crawled fast ahead, and would stop and wait for Yan Mo when he reached a bend, because sometimes there is more than one side road at a bend.
Yan Mo couldn't keep up physically, so he had to rest every time he climbed. The old man reconfirmed with him halfway: "You didn't lie to me, did you? Are you really just cursed? Are you really not an old man older than me?"
Yan Mo rolled his eyes, panted against the wall and beat his waist, "My clan knows about this. I said you can't dig a bigger hole if you dig it."
"No. This is Black Soil City, which is different from other cities. The hole is too big, and they will be noticed by their temple priests. I am not afraid of them, but I will wait for you here." The old man took out a cake-like object Pass it to him, "Eat it, it will make you feel better."
Yan Mo took the dark yellow pancake that looked unpalatable at first sight, "What is this made of?" Smell it, and lick it again.
"Guess?" The old man smiled, and took out a piece of the same pancake and chewed it in his mouth.
"Poria cocos, ginseng, licorice, angelica, cinnamon..." Yan Mo reported a series of drug names.
The old man was puzzled at first, and then suddenly realized, with an excited smile on his face again, "Can you eat the herbs contained in it? Are these names your clan's name? Tell me, how much do you see?"
Yan Mo was also delighted to see Liexin. He could judge that the pancake was not poison. Even if it was poison, he was not afraid of it. He opened his mouth and took a small bite, tasting it carefully. It contains a total of twelve herbs, three of which I don’t know what herbs are, and I don’t know that one of these three herbs is the staple food, that is, the main body that binds these herbs, like a kind of flour food.”
The old man slapped his legs and laughed, "Go, even if you lied to me, I will admit it. I hope you won't die before me."
Yan Mo also smiled, "Don't worry, I will definitely live longer than you."
After eating Xiaobing, the effect was quick and obvious. Yan Mo obviously felt his physical strength recover, and his back pain eased a little.
The two started climbing again. This time the crawl was longer.
Every time he stopped for a rest, the old man would take out something for Yan Mo to taste and tell the ingredients, some were solid, some were liquid, and the last time he stopped, the old man took out five worms for Yan Mo to eat.
Yan Mo looked at the hideous reptile in the stone jar, which was not cute at all, grabbed it casually and threw it into his mouth.
The worms were all alive, and they could shake their heads and wag their tails when they were thrown into their mouths. Yan Mo's expression remained unchanged, his eyebrows didn't even move, and he ate all five live worms with a few bites.
The old man looked at Yan Mo like a pervert looking at a peerless beauty, he was crazy.
According to Yan Mo's calculations, including helping that person lift the curse, he was tested six times in total. Well, this is the test, right
Including the exam time, after about three and a half hours, the two finally climbed to the finish line.
A circular wooden door appeared at the end of the passage. The old man in front pushed open the wooden door and got in.
Yan Mo followed and saw a space that surprised him. He can no longer tell whether he is on the ground or underground, but no matter where he is, he will be surprised to see such a large space suddenly.
The room behind the wooden door should not be called a room but a hall. This huge hall-like room is not empty. There are many stone tables and shelves. The stone tables and shelves are also filled with various herbs and bones. And other strange things that can't be named.
"Come down." Seeing that Yan Mo hadn't come down yet, the old man greeted him from below.
There is a ladder beside the wooden door, Yan Mo climbed down by grabbing.
The old man waved his hand below, and the wooden door closed.
"You passed all my tests."
Yan Mo heard this sentence as soon as he came down.
The old man was a bit short, only reaching Yan Mo's shoulders. He seemed unhappy to look up at Yan Mo talking, and climbed to the nearest stone table and sat down cross-legged.
"I am the greatest curse wizard in the world. Everyone is afraid of me, even the dead fat elephant... the high priest of Wucheng Temple is also afraid of me!" the old man said proudly.
"You are from Wucheng?" Yan Mo took a deep breath. Although he had already guessed, he would still be shocked when he confirmed it.
"Yes." The old man scratched his face, "I know you have a lot of doubts in your heart, let me tell you slowly."
"Tell me." Yan Mo also climbed onto the stone table and sat down cross-legged.
The old man seemed to like Yan Mo's casualness, so he turned around and faced him, "The fat elephant's ability is prophecy. He rarely prophesies, but as long as he speaks, he is not inaccurate. Five years ago, he found me, Tell me to wait in Black Earth City in the middle city, and say that the disciple I have been looking for will appear in Black Earth City within five years. So I came here and waited for five years!"
Yan Mo clenched his hands into fists, he had to restrain his emotions. Even though he was so excited that his blood was boiling, the old man was a bit inexplicable, but after passing the previous six tests, he knew that this person definitely had real talents and practical learning, and no matter what he taught, only his proficiency in herbal medicine was enough Let him be a teacher, not to mention that this person combined herbs and curses together.
This is a subject that he has never been exposed to, but it does not conflict with what he has learned. It can even be said that the two complement each other, and even bone refining has a lot in common with it.
The old man was still showing off, "I am such a great curse wizard, of course I can't just accept a disciple. My disciple must also be great and smart! He must be young, rich in knowledge, and know a little bit of cursing. And you solved it." The curse I gave to that rude idiot is considered to have met the most basic conditions, and those who meet the most basic conditions will be able to see me."
Sure enough, it is a hidden mission that can only be triggered when the conditions are met! Yan Mo has never played online games in his previous life, but he is not completely unfamiliar. Doesn't it seem that he has received a legendary special occupation inheritance
"But it's not like this. I will teach you all my inheritance, unless I pass my other tests. And you passed all of them!" The old man became excited, "My child... uh, you will turn back to seventeen years old How long does your god intend to punish you?"