"My lord, I heard that you rescued a slave. I, I am his uncle. I am here to pick him up." Outside the door, a man with a tattoo of a slave on his face was wearing a hard sheepskin coat, feeling the rush of people in the big shed. Come warm, said a little shy.
Ding Fei didn't allow anyone to come in, and the slave was very self-conscious, standing at the door and not even daring to look into the room.
Yan Mo signaled Heishui Yingshi not to move around, walked to the door, and looked at the slave first.
The male slave in his thirties seemed to be quite robust, and his face was not dirty, Yan Mo could see his facial features clearly. To his surprise, this slave has many similarities with that young slave. Did he guess wrong
"You said you are the child's uncle? Is it his father's brother or his mother's brother?" There is no mention of uncle here, and the brothers of both parents are called uncles.
Probably Yan Mo looked very kind, and his tone was very gentle, and the slave didn't look so frightened anymore, "Master, I am the elder brother of the child's mother."
Yan Mo nodded and verified his conjecture, but he still doesn't want to hand over this child, "He was seriously injured, his ribs were broken, his arms and legs were broken, his internal organs were ruptured, he still can't move, and he is still in a coma don't wake up."
"What? It hurts so badly?" The man's lips trembled, he didn't know whether it was cold or angry, "My lord, can I have a look at him?"
Yan Mo thought for a while, then waved, "Come in."
The man hurriedly followed in, and was surrounded by warmth as soon as he entered the room, but he didn't dare to look too much, and just followed Yan Mo forward with his head down. He could feel everyone in the room looking at him, which made his hands tremble a little.
Ding Fei closed the door and followed.
"The child is there. I gave him a little treatment. In order not to make his injury worse, don't touch him, and don't wake him up." Yan Mo paused and smiled. He found that the girl who should have been asleep The boy's eyelids trembled.
"Thank you, my lord! Thank you!"
The man knelt down beside the fur shop. He saw that the young man was covered with a thick piece of fur, and he didn't dare to touch it. The boy's complexion was better than he imagined, maybe it was because of the fire
The man stretched out his finger and touched the boy's face lightly, then retracted quickly, with tears in his eyes.
Yan Mo asked seemingly inadvertently: "Did this child offend the waiter, and was beaten so badly without doing anything?"
Anger instantly appeared on the man's face, "Gangsan is just jealous of him, because he is so good-looking, the Master once praised him, saying that he would let him serve him, and that he would be exempted from being a slave. Then Gangsan hated him. He felt that if he hadn't been by his side that day, then he would have been chosen by the Master to be a close waiter. But then the Master forgot about it somehow, and Gangsan Then I started to bully him, and this time, this time, I beat him so hard, this... "
The man wanted to scold, but suddenly thought of his identity, afraid of being sued, he quickly shut up, even regretting what he said just now.
"So that's the case, then if you bring him back, you won't be afraid that Gang San will continue to take revenge on him?" Yan Mo watched the man's expression, he didn't seem to be lying.
The man bit his lip, "I heard that Gang San was..." he said in a low voice, "was beaten to death by the warriors of the lord, he was just an attendant, the temple..."
"Needless to say." Yan Mo forcibly cut off the man's words, he was afraid that if the man finished speaking, he would have to save the man named Gang San.
The man thought he said something wrong, his face turned pale with fright, and he didn't dare to say anything.
"Why didn't the child's parents come?" Yan Mo abruptly changed the subject.
The man's expression was blank for a while, and then it turned into sadness and anger, "His parents died a long time ago. My sister gave birth to this child not long ago, and both of them died."
"Oh? How did you die?"
The man was surprised, secretly raised his head to look at Yan Mo, then quickly lowered his head, clenched his fists and said, "They made a mistake and were beaten to death."
"Your sister is also a slave? Who was the one who served before?"
The man felt even more strange. He didn't understand why the old man asked him these questions, "Our family is all slaves. My sister has been good-looking since she was a child. She has always been a slave girl in the palace." Proud, at that time because the younger sister was in the palace, their family lived better than other slaves.
"Is there anything strange about your sister and the child's father before and after the child's birth?"
"My lord?" The man refused to say, "Why do you ask this?"
Yan Mo smiled, and said directly: "Don't you think that your sister's facial features are very similar to your Master Wu Shangque?"
boom! The man's expression was as if struck by lightning, and he was flustered, "My lord, you can't say such nonsense, what are you talking about, I, I'm leaving, I'll come see you tomorrow."
The man stood up and was about to leave, then turned around and begged, "My lord, please don't talk nonsense in the city. My sister only has this child, and I have no child. If this word gets out, this child It’s really impossible to survive.”
"I know, don't worry, I won't say anything to outsiders. Ding Fei, make a piece of barbecue."
"My lord, there's no need, you've already saved..." The man didn't expect that Yan Mo was not only not angry, but would even give him a barbecue, and waved his hands in fright.
Ding Fei grabbed a piece of hot barbecue and wrapped it with grass leaves, and stuffed it into the man's hand, "Take it, your child is here with us, so you don't have to worry, our Mo Wu is very powerful, oh, the sky outside It's dark, be careful on the road."
The man was almost half-pushed by Ding Fei and walked out of the door. When the door closed, he looked down at the hot barbecue in his hand, immediately put it into his arms, covered his chest with his hands, and used the heat to withstand the cold wind. walking back.
What the old witch said rolled over and over again in his mind. He had doubts before, especially when his sister and her man died so suddenly. After the child grew up, his appearance also attracted some gossip. No one took any care of the child, and the only adult only mentioned it once, and then forgot all about it.
If he is really of Wu Shang's blood, would Wu Shang's nobles treat him so indifferently
The man shook his head, shaking out all the expectations he shouldn't have.
Inside the shed.
Yan Mo sat down beside the fur shop, touched the young man's forehead, "Your physical fitness is good, you woke up earlier than I expected."
The boy's eyelids trembled and he didn't open them, but his hands quietly clenched into fists under the fur. He woke up only when he heard the knock on the door. Just now when his uncle came, he wanted to talk to him, but he insisted on holding back. At that time, he didn't know what was going on. He only found out after hearing the voices of his uncle and the old man. The tribe rescued him, but he was still terrified.
Yan Mo laughed, "If I hadn't checked it all over for you, I wouldn't have known you had awakened your bloodline ability." At that time, he felt that there was an energy fluctuation in the young man's body, so he decided to bring the young man into the laboratory Detailed inspection.
The boy snapped his eyes open, turned his head and stared at the old man, "You...cough!"
"Slow down, don't be afraid, no one will eat you here."
"I... have awakened the power of divine blood? Really?" The young man's voice was hoarse, which is unique to the voice-changing period. He struggled to sit up, but was held down by Yan Mo.
"Don't move around, your bones are still hurt. Don't you know you've awakened?"
The boy shook his head stiffly, and said slowly: "I have been feeling very uncomfortable all this time, my head hurts, and my body is hot. I thought I was sick."
When the other people heard the priest say that the young slave had awakened the power of divine blood, they all surrounded him very curiously.
Yuan Zhan asked Yan Mo: "What ability does he have?"
"How can I see this?" Yan Mo spread his hands.
"I can, wait." The curse witch leaned over, reached into his bosom and touched it, and took out a bone vessel, "I snatched this from the Temple of the Empty City with great difficulty. It only takes a drop of blood to know his spirit." What is blood power?"
"Oh? There is such a bone vessel?" Yan Mo was very surprised, reached out to take it, and looked upside down.
The bone vessel is in the shape of a bowl, the color is also a little black and red, and it is only the size of a palm.
"Master, can you lend me this for a few days? I want to see how it is made."
"Okay, as long as you remember to return it to me, I will give it to you after I die."
Yan Mole motioned for the boy to stretch out his finger.
The young man was still in shock, he never imagined that one day he would also become those blood warriors that he was particularly envious of.
Seeing that the boy didn't respond, Yan Mo grabbed his hand from under the fur, took a golden needle and poked it lightly, squeezed out a drop of blood, and dropped it into the bowl.
One, two... About five seconds later, a small phantom appeared in the bowl where the blood dripped. The phantom looked like a stone man. This phantom only lasted for about two seconds before dissipating.
Look inside the alms bowl again, it is clean, nothing is there.
The curse witch gave an evaluation: "The ability is too weak, he may not have successfully activated it once, otherwise the mark of the blood warrior has appeared on his face, but since there is a phantom, the activation has only been in these two days. "
Yan Mo had already guessed the boy's life experience from the boy's facial features, but now seeing the boy's divine blood ability, he is 100% sure that the boy must be of Wu Shang's blood.
It's just that who the father is is still a question mark.
When the young man saw the phantom stone figure, tears overflowed unconsciously from his eyes. As long as they are from Heitucheng, who doesn't know that turning into a stone man is the divine blood ability of Wu Shang's blood.
Who is his father? Why have you been ignoring him? If he knew that he had awakened his bloodline ability at such a young age, which was much more powerful than those nobles who couldn't awaken it all their lives, would the other party...
The boy's mouth was deflated, and his face was full of tears from crying.
Yan Mo was not good at dealing with people's emotional and psychological problems. When he saw the boy cry, he let him cry and left him alone.
Seeing how miraculous this bone vessel is, Ding Fei wanted to try it too, so he reached out and begged Yan Mo to prick him too.
Yan Mo was funny and complied with his request.
Ding Fei immediately pointed his finger at the bowl and squeezed a drop of blood down.
After waiting for about five seconds, a cluster of flames suddenly appeared in the alms bowl, and lasted for nearly five seconds before disappearing.
The curse witch also commented, "Level 2 fire energy, too low."
Ding Fei laughed and scratched his head.
Da Da wanted to try it too, so Yan Mo simply gave Ding Ning the bowl and golden needle, and asked them to try it all, even Yuan Zhan went to join in the fun.
In the answering test, a little monster that is half fish and half beast appeared, Ding Ning was also a flame, Bing appeared with an eye, and Yuan Zhan appeared... out of phase!
Yan Mo was taking the boy's pulse at that time, and asked him some questions, when he heard a sound of surprise not far away, the voices of the curse witch and the chief of the black water were the loudest.
"Mo!" Yuan Zhan held the bowl and strode towards his priest, "Look, what's going on?"
There is a witch, why ask me? But Yan Mo still glanced out of curiosity, this is incredible!
He actually saw the phantom of the volcano erupting, and a sapling similar to the maple seedling grew on the volcano. And this phantom has not disappeared until now.
The curse witch circled around the original battle group, and couldn't help saying: "You have awakened the blood of the three main gods? How is this possible?"
The witch was pulling her hair, looking at Yuan Zhan with incredulous eyes.
Yuan Zhan sighed, he didn't want to do this either, okay? He obviously only awakened the blood of the God of the Earth, but following Mo, he somehow gained two more abilities. Huh? Wait, three abilities? So he can also awaken fire energy
Yan Mo rubbed his chin, "Well, another small lake or stream will complete."
The witch suddenly stood still, he seemed to have thought of something, the gaze that looked at Yuan Zhan was no longer surprised this time, but cautious and a not-so-obvious vigilance
"Master, what's wrong with you?" Yan Mo noticed that the old man's expression was wrong.
The witch looked at Yuan Zhan and then at Yan Mo, his brows furrowed into knots.
"Master?"
"You are the blood of the God of the Earth." In this sentence, the curse witch did not use a question, but an affirmative sentence.
Yuan Zhan nodded.
"No wonder, it's not surprising." Afterwards, the curse witch fell silent and did not speak for a long time.
Yuan Zhan is a bit unclear, so, when he deserted himself just now, didn't Ding Ning say that he is the blood of the God of the Earth
Yan Mo suddenly panicked. He put down the boy's wrist, and asked the curse witch seriously: "Master, is there something wrong with Yuan Zhan's bloodline? Doesn't Wu Shang's bloodline in Heitu City also say that he is the bloodline of the God of the Earth?"
The curse witch sneered and raised his head, "Do you think the blood of the God of the Earth can be seen everywhere? Wu Shang is the blood of the God of the Earth, but he can turn into a stone man. I doubted Yuan Zhan's use of his ability just now. Looking at the reaction of the bones, I think this guardian warrior of yours may be the blood of the real God of the Earth."
"How to say?" Yan Mo didn't even care that there was a strange boy beside him. He thought it would be easy to stun the boy, but he had heard so much before, so it wouldn't make much sense to stun him now.
No matter who this young man is, if he intends to betray them, he will personally kill him.
The boy shivered suddenly, trying to minimize his sense of existence.
The curse witch scratched his head and said, "This is about the main god of this world. You should know that after the ancestor god, there are the father god and the mother god, and the father god and the mother god combined to give birth to the fire god, the water god, and the earth god. The subsequent gods are all born from the combination of the five main gods."
Everyone nodded together. This is common sense, and everyone basically knows it.
"I don't know when it was passed down. It is said that only the blood warriors who have truly inherited the blood of the main god can cultivate into gods. In the beginning, the nine upper cities were not nine cities, but only fire, water, and earth. At that time, the three cities of the Bone Refining Clan, the Mermaid Clan, the Longevity Wood Clan, and the Winged Clan, the human face Kunpeng Clan, and the human forces stood side by side, and they would occasionally fight with each other."
Speaking of this, the curse witch took a deep look at Yuan Zhan, "At that time, the three cities were very powerful, unimaginably powerful now, because they have real blood warriors who have awakened the blood of the main god."
Yan Mo, "Have they all reached level ten?"
"No, they all surpassed the twelfth level and entered the realm of the gods. It's just that after the war broke out among the various tribes, the Bone Refining tribe disappeared completely, the Mermaid tribe retreated to the bottom of the sea, the Longevity Wood tribe no longer contacted humans, and the human-faced Kunpeng tribe lost the least. But they also entered the sea area and stopped coming out, and the three cities lost their city lords. Warriors who entered the realm of gods above the twelfth level have since become legends. The reason why it was called the Three Cities at the beginning is not the current three levels of the upper, middle and lower three cities."
"So that's how it is." Everyone suddenly realized that it was no wonder it was called the Three Cities. It turned out that there were really only three cities in the beginning.
Yan Mo thought more, did the Bone Refining Clan disappear at that time
Yuan Zhan thought of a question: "The ability to control wood can be regarded as inheriting the blood of the main god?"
"Controlling the growth of plants is regarded as the ability of the father god. The father god is the sun, and everything grows under the sun." After the witch explained, he sighed ironically, "Up to now, even the tenth-level fighters in the nine upper cities It’s been a long time since I’ve seen one, let alone a multi-powered Divine Blood Warrior.”
"So what does this have to do with Yuan Zhan? Why would you..." See Yuan Zhan that way? Yan Mo didn't say the last few words, but he thought that the witch must understand.
Of course, the curse witch understood what his apprentice was asking, and this time he really sighed, "Do you know that the temples in the upper cities have been looking for the real blood of the three main gods?"
Everyone looked at Yuan Zhan together, Yuan Zhan was expressionless.
Yan Mo, "Is this a good thing, or a bad thing?"
"For Yuan Zhan, it may not be a bad thing, but it may be that those temple priests who want to find the blood of the main god are crazy. They can do anything in order to get more than ten blood warriors!"
Ding Ning was a little puzzled when he heard this, and interjected in a rare way: "Many people in our clan have awakened the ability to control fire, so are we the true blood of the Vulcan?"
The curse witch laughed strangely, "If you can make any object burn by itself, let everything melt or turn into ashes under your control, let the fire fall from the sky, even make the land burn, let the flame rush out from the ground , then you are the true blood of the Vulcan."
Ding Fei stuck out his tongue, not thinking they could do it at all.
Yan Mo thought of the important point, "If you let Shangcheng, especially the temple in Tucheng, know that Yuan Zhan is a blood warrior who has truly inherited the blood of the God of the Earth, will they come and arrest Yuan Zhan?"
"No, they will invite him to Tucheng, but it will be difficult for you to see him again in the future."
Bing suddenly said: "Isn't it good to be a god? Why is everyone so sad? I still want to be a god."
Ding Fei and Ding Ning didn't speak, but their expressions clearly felt that Bing was right.
Answer and nod directly, oh! How good is it to be a god
Even Heishui Yingshi and the young piggy looked at Yuan Zhan with envy.
Yuan Zhan always felt that the expression of the curse witch seemed to have something to say, "Let's not talk about whether I will be killed by the priests of those temples, what will happen if I exceed the tenth level?"
The curse witch hummed, but refused to speak yet.
Yan Mo was a little anxious, "Master! Please!" The thugs he had cultivated with great difficulty cannot just disappear like this.
The curse witch looked at his apprentice, turned around twice, clenched a fist with one hand and struck a palm with the other, "Say it! The reason why there have been no tenth-level fighters in the Nine Great Uptowns for a long time is because they no longer have any fighters above the tenth level." Training skills, since several battles between various ethnic groups and cities, after the death of tenth-level fighters, fewer and fewer training skills have been handed down.
Now there are problems with the tenth-level training exercises produced by the priests of various temples. Many ninth-level fighters died when they broke through, and they were abolished if they didn't die. So now all the major temples are looking for the blood warriors who have really awakened the blood of the main god, and want to use them to find the skills to upgrade to the tenth level or above. "
Yuan Zhan sneered, "It's about the same as what I thought, there are no such good things in the world."
"There is another problem. It is said that many fighters who have broken through the tenth level have become different from before. They will become cold, cruel, lustful, and especially bloodthirsty. This is also the reason why they die so quickly."
Yan Mo's mouth twitched when he heard the word Duoyu. He can't stand Yuan Zhan now, if he becomes lustful again, will he have to get him a real harem
The curse witch muttered, "Actually, I think it's still a question of skills. After the death of the first god warrior in the three cities, he never entered the correct training skills above the tenth level. At the beginning, he could rely on word of mouth to fumble around. When problems were discovered later, those tenth-level fighters refused to pass on the exercises. But now the people in the Nine Great Temples would rather create a bunch of murderous monsters than create training exercises that break through the ninth level. Those Crazy people want to become gods and want to become crazy!"
Yuan Zhan also wanted to become stronger, but when he thought that he would become a murderous maniac, he didn't want to take the initiative to contact those temple priests in Tucheng at all.
The curse witch finally warned Yuan Zhan, and also warned other people in this room: "In order to find the blood warriors who have truly awakened the blood of the Lord God, the Nine Great Upper Cities have arranged eyes in every city and tribe. A Zhan, there are two You must be careful not to use your soil control ability. Others must not say anything, I will curse now, whoever, without the permission of Mo and A Zhan, tells what happened in this room tonight, Tell what you said, and I curse him to become deaf, blind, and dumb immediately, for the rest of his life!"
Heishui Yingshi, the young slaves Zizai and Ding Fei were all taken aback, and hurriedly said in unison: "Understood, we will definitely not talk nonsense to outsiders."
Yuan Zhan also nodded, indicating that he would be careful.
"Thank you, master." Yan Mo couldn't help but rejoice in his heart. Fortunately, he was alert at the time and didn't let Yuan Zhan expose his ability to control the soil. There are still two rounds to choose. Will they really not be exposed