Chapter 127 915 Summoning the Mumbling, the Spell Was Recited Incorrectly!

Chapter 127 "915" Huan Er was gibbering and recited the wrong spell!

"There's a piece of paper in here!"

My heart untied the tangled strips of rags and found that there was a piece of paper wrapped inside, oily paper!

"What's written on it?"

Several people came over curiously, and in their hearts, they threw away the dirty strips of cloth and handed the paper to them.

The paper is very rough, with a layer of oil on it. It must have been specially treated for waterproofing. After being taken apart, it unfolds to about the size of two palms.

"Can you recognize these words?"

Xinxin handed the paper to the others. He didn't recognize the words on it.

Bai Niao took it, looked at it, shook his head, and handed it to Yang Yu.

As soon as Yang Yu got it, an information box popped up in front of his eyes, making him slightly stunned.

"[Calling for 绚呓语]: 仚 (xiān); a way of calling 仚. When you act in these ways, think, and babble, you are very likely to get a response from 仚.

Cost of use: Every time you babble once, if you don't get a response from you, the babbler's body will rot by one point and your mind will be lost by one point; if you get a response from you, you can take whatever you ask for, and you can't refuse.

Status: Can be purified! "

This is not an ordinary piece of paper, it has recorded ways to summon you!

That means that what is recorded on this paper is useful!

In Yang Yu's mind, he immediately thought that what he heard singing from those people's mouths when he first entered this place was the chanting words recorded on this piece of paper?

But when he looked at the words on the paper, they were crooked and twisted, like twisted lines. He couldn't understand either, so he handed the paper to the child first.

None of the three people knew the words written on this piece of paper, and now the child became the last hope.

Fortunately, the child took it in his hand, looked at it, and responded immediately.

"This is the text of Jinwa Kingdom, I know it!"

She didn't say why she knew him, but everyone understood it, and only people from Jinwa Country would say this.

It would be best if someone knew the words on it, so a few people asked the children to read out what was written on it.

But the child looked at it for a while and shook his head.

"You cannot read what is written on it casually. I can only tell you what is written on it."

Neither Xinxin nor Bainiao understood what Zhidong meant by saying this, but Yang Yu understood.

"Are the things written on this the same voices we heard earlier? The things they said out of their mouths?"

If you can verify his conjecture, you can only ask the child.

Both Xinxin and Bainiao glanced at Yang Gu.

The child nodded.

“But it’s not just that, there’s also the ins and outs of this place!

This is probably the only clue to whether we can get out of here! "

Sure enough, it was the same as what those people were talking about before. Yang Yu nodded and asked Zhidong to give a brief summary.

Soon the time for a cup of tea passed, and through the children's narration, everyone finally knew where this place was.

A hundred years ago, this place was a small town in the Yundan Kingdom. That day, there was a natural disaster and all life was in ruins.

There are legendary immortals who come here to preach, hoping to enlighten the creatures here.

But these people were stubborn and controlled the immortals. In the case of disaster, some people spread the news that eating the flesh of the immortals would lead to immortality.

The immortal was eaten by everyone, and the immortal's bones were buried in the valley outside the city.

From then on, this place became a place abandoned by immortals, and it was also cut off from the outside world and could no longer connect to the outside world.

People here are gradually dying, but those who have eaten immortal meat are still alive.

They are truly immortal.

But soon, these survivors discovered something terrible.

Perhaps because of eating immortals, they lost their five senses forever, could never sleep, could never have sex, and could never eat enough.

They began to beg, begging to be forgiven by the immortals, begging to be forgiven for their sins.

Someone found a method in the valley where the immortal bones were buried.

There are many plants and trees with black roots in the valley, which have grown since the bones of the immortals were buried.

They have to take out those roots and make soup, drink it every day, and then recite some spells and wait for the immortal's response.

When the immortals respond, they will be liberated.

But if the immortals don't respond, their bodies will rot day by day, and their minds will go crazy day by day.

So, these people have been begging here for a long time, doing the same thing day after day, every day.

They will die briefly, only to wake up again soon after.

But a long time has passed and I still haven't gotten a response from the immortal...

After listening to Zhidong's story, three questions suddenly arose in several people's minds.

First, if he was an immortal, how could he be caught by a group of ordinary people? And ate the immortal?

This sounds impossible no matter how hard it sounds.

Not to mention immortals, even practitioners like them, a practitioner in the fake food realm may not be able to be controlled by ordinary people.

Unless this immortal is voluntary!

Second, if the method recorded on this piece of paper is true, why has the immortal not responded after so long?

According to the records on the paper, hundreds of years have passed in this place. Even if it is impossible to determine when this method was found, judging from the degree of decay of these people's bodies, it must have been a long time.

Why didn't they get a response from the immortal? Is it because the method recorded on the paper is wrong?

Third, since this place can no longer be connected to the outside world and is called a place abandoned by the immortals by these people, why did they teleport here? Is it just a coincidence?

Just when several people were thinking about these three questions, the people who were lying dead on the ground actually moved again.

They slowly climbed up from the ground one by one, and the gravel on the ground was scratched with a click.

Yang An and others thought that these people were dead, but they did come back to life not long after, just as written on the paper.

After waking up, these people first looked at the iron pot on the fire. The thick soup inside was gone, and they raised their feet and walked outside.

"What are they going to do?" asked the heart.

"They are going to the valley outside the city to get those roots and bring them back to make soup.

The place where I first appeared was there. Those roots can condense into demons, and their cultivation is very weak."

Yang An answered the heart's question, which is also useful information.

"I think we can do what the paper says, and maybe we can leave here!" Yang An continued.

There are no other clues here, this is the only way.

If they can see the immortal, they may be able to leave this place.

"But these people have tried for so long and have not been able to get a response from the immortal. If we do this, it may not work."

The child said that only she knew the words on the paper and understood it in the most detail.

But after touching the paper and getting some information, Yang An already had a guess in his mind.

"Maybe they have been chanting the spell wrong all along! We can try it first!"

"Chose the spell wrong?!"

Several people were shocked. Hetou Daoyou could judge this information just by what the child said?

If it was a spell that was chanted wrong... it seems very likely!

But this raises a new question. If the spells these people chanted were wrong, then what was the real spell?

The three of them looked at Yang An together. Since Yang An said so, he might have the answer.

Out of caution, Yang An kept it a secret and did not say it now, but decided to go to the valley with these people first.

If they were to follow the method written on the paper, they would also need those roots.

Several people had no choice but to listen to Yang An and follow these people to the valley first.

There is a problem with picking roots. Those roots will turn into demons. How did these people pick the roots?

After a long time, Yang An finally got the answer.

These people were very slow. It took them more than half an hour to walk from the city to the valley.

Yang An and his people followed behind these people and entered the valley in groups.

When these people stepped into the valley, the black roots between the weeds on the ground began to climb up their bodies and drill into their bodies.

Not long after, one by one, the bodies went in and came out with bodies full of black roots.

"It seems that we can only rob!"

No one was willing to imitate, and Yang An and his people made up their minds.

When these people returned to the city again and returned to the fire behind the earth wall, the last person who walked was knocked to the ground by the heart and held in his hand.

The black roots were very quiet in the bodies of these people. There was no abnormality, and no demons appeared.

These people returned to the fire and immediately took out all the black roots in their bodies with their hands and threw them into the iron pot.

The red-hot iron pot immediately emitted thick black smoke, but as the black roots were thrown in, it became thicker and thicker in a short while, becoming a pot of black thick soup, emitting a certain rancid smell.

Seeing their actions, Yang An and his men found a place. He used the lighting method to light a fire, and then followed the method. Xinxin lifted the person in his hand and shook all the black roots in his body into a tripod on the fire.

This tripod is a magic weapon from Bai Niao, and she doesn't care.

The question now is, who will try?

"You have to drink this soup called Xian Mio, imagine your own existence in your heart, and recite the spell these people just recited."

The child repeated it.

Xinxin immediately volunteered.

"We are all born flesh, so we don't need to be afraid even if we have to pay a price. But if I have any abnormality or danger, I hope that you Taoist friends can lend a hand."

"Don't worry!"

The white bird gave him a positive answer. Even if Yang An and the child stood by and watched, she would definitely take action.

After making preparations, everyone looked at Yang An.

"This immortal is not that immortal! Replace the word "Xian" in the spell with "仚"! A person standing on the mountain is a 仚!"

The heart volunteered to try it, and Yang An also put down his guard. The reason why he didn't say it before was that he was afraid that these guys would have different intentions, but now it seems that he was overthinking.

At the same time, he also wanted to see how the natural flesh suppressed the price? What is the difference between him and him?

"It turned out to be this仚!"

Everyone was shocked. They had never thought about this before, and they couldn't imagine how Yang An could think of it. They could only attribute it to the broad knowledge of Taoist Hetou.

If it really was just a difference of one word that caused these people here to work in vain for a hundred years, this matter would be too bizarre.

The heart nodded after learning the answer. Looking at the thick black soup in the cauldron, he did not hesitate at all. He reached into the cauldron, scooped up the soup and poured it into his mouth.