Chapter 197

At a time when it is still difficult to fill the stomach, gold is at best used as a decoration.

But... I don't know if the three cities will treat gold as a treasure? If metal civilizations have appeared in further civilizations, maybe these golds can be of great use.

Yan Mo had always had a question in his previous life, and that question was: Why do all the civilizations on the earth that can be called horns treat gold as a precious metal? As a symbol of power and status?

In ancient times and ancient times, besides being beautiful, this thing could neither be eaten nor used as a weapon, so why was it held in such a high position? Just because it's rare? But isn't any metal rare until extensive excavation and exploration knowledge are formed? Bronze can also be used as a pot as a weapon! So who gave Huáng Jin such a noble status?

Does huáng gold have functions in ancient civilizations that modern people don't know about?

The more Yan Mo thought about it, the further he forgot to cover it up.

~Are you awake? ~" The tree man who brought him was quite surprised, but he didn't pay any attention to him when he saw that his body still couldn't move.

~Where are you... taking me? ~" Yan Mo retracted his thoughts, tried to speak, and found that he could control the throat muscles.

~Take you to see our Sama~" the bass answered him.

Sama? Not a shaman? He seems to have heard the word, where?

Yan Mo tried hard to recall, and finally remembered that when he went to the mountains to find medicine in his previous life, he had met a mountain people. The ancestors and gods of that people were called Sama. They were a minority who respected women and followed the living habits of the matriarchal clan. Nation, their sama is actually a great shaman with the functions of priest and chief.

The tree people call themselves the children of the mother god, the descendants of the god of life, so is their Sama their leader?

~ How far is it? ~" Yan Mo felt sad, no one would feel comfortable being tied under his arm.

~It's almost there~"

It took half an hour for the bass to arrive. Yan Mo was found to have opened his eyes, so he simply looked all the way, but because he couldn't move below his neck, he could only see the ground he passed by.

Along the way, he found a lot of familiar herbs.

The terrain was sinking, he heard the rumbling of the water, and there was probably a large waterfall nearby, he guessed.

As he walked, the bass led him into a wide fissure in the ground like a canyon.

The crack is not dark, on the contrary, because there are no tall trees around it, the crack is wide enough that people walk in it as if walking in a sunny, fertile basin.

Suddenly, the fruit that had just been quietly in his belly slammed into his lower abdomen.

Yan Mo was surprised, he obviously lost the feeling of his body, but after the fruit started hitting his lower abdomen, he actually felt severe pain from the impact point, and gradually, his body began to regain consciousness.

At this moment, the bass spoke again: ~Our Sama is ahead~"

Chapter 129 Seeds of the Immortal Tree

Rumble boom" came the sound of water.

The further you go, the heavier the water vapor becomes.

There is a waterfall in front of it. The water potential of the waterfall is not small. Although it is not high, it occupies a wide area. There is a deep green pool under the waterfall. The stream of the golden stream also gathers in this pool. The pool may have underground water channels. There is no overflow in the collection of tributaries.

The stones in the stream are all over the open space in front of this pool, and the valley seems to be sprinkled with gold powder or embellished with gold leaf, and there is a warm golden light shining everywhere.

A lot of plants grow in the open space on both sides of the golden stream leading to the water pool. Although they look like wild plants, those plants are planted in a regular manner, and one species is rarely mixed together.

Some of these plants are in bloom, while others are still budding or growing.

The waterhole occupies a large area, and there is a small island in the center. There is a huge and towering tree on the island.

The tree was extremely dense, with knotted roots, and the tree seemed to have many thick vines twisted together.

There are more than a dozen huge stacked rocks in the pool facing the island. I don't know whether those rocks were naturally generated or they were deliberately moved and stacked in the pool. The stars form a natural stone path that can be jumped around.

The bass took Yan Mo and stopped in front of the pool.

Yan Mo raised his head, he can move his neck now, and his body consciousness is recovering little by little.

Looking at the lush tree in the middle of the small island in the water pool in front of him, he still has dreams: usually this kind of situation is either to find a beautiful woman or to find a peerless master, but he doesn't know whether he is the one who got the adventure or was swallowed by the adventure. Unlucky.

~Sama~" The bass was calling out repeatedly with his singing voice, and the two notes of Sama dragged for a long time.

The singing overwhelmed the sound of the waterfall's water, dàng in this crevice basin.

Yan Mo's forehead was sweating, and the fruit was even more violent in his belly.

Bass noticed that Yan Mo's head could turn, and he seemed extremely surprised. The smell of Netherworld Flower could make any flesh-and-blood body immobile. It's not surprising to wake up. This is the characteristic of Netherworld Flower. Always awake, even thinking and talking normally, but just can't move.

Yan Mo was in a coma because of the miasma they had exuded before, but seeing Yan Mo woke up soon, it only thought that he didn't smell much miasma.

~What are your abilities? ~" The bass stared at the young man's cheek, not understanding what the fancy six-pointed star pattern represented.

Yan Mo didn't answer him. Before him, a voice that could directly tempt people's souls sounded here.

~Nazar, what did you bring, I feel a strange breath~"

The voice could not distinguish between male and female, it sounded like a slightly low female voice, but also like the voice of a teenager before the voice change period, and just as the singing sounded, the movement in his abdomen suddenly stopped, Yan Mo stretched out his hand to hold his lower abdomen.

He can move his hands too!

~Sama, we have met a strange human, his body has the blood of our longevity family, but I don't know which longevity seed it is~" The bass raised Yan Mo and placed it on the edge of the pool. on a flat boulder.

Yan Mo struggled to sit up.

The bass added another sentence: ~Sama, you see, although he is still flesh and blood, his body has changed, and the flower of the nether is useless to him~"

A long branch stretched out from that big tree and stretched out in front of Yan Mo, ~Human, don't reject me~"

reject you what? Yan Mo didn't ask, the branch had been inserted directly into his belly.

Yan Mo,..."

He would rather not regain consciousness now that the stick inserted into his belly was like a sharp arrow inserted into his belly, and the arrow entered his body and turned into a pointed snake, burrowing back and forth in his belly.

Yan Mo had a lot of cold sweat on his forehead, he grabbed the branch and wanted to pull it out.

But the twig was as immobile as it was born on his belly.

Yan Mo couldn't bear the pain, so he showed his scalpel and cut it to the branch.

~What is this~" Another branch stretched out and took away Yan Mo's scalpel.

~Come out~" Yan Mo howled in pain.

~Well, a human who can talk~" The voice let out a chuckle, grabbed the scalpel and stroked Yan Mo's face lightly.

hiss! Yan Mo couldn't dodge in time, and a bloody mouth quickly appeared on his face, and after a while, a small amount of blood overflowed from the wound.

The branch holding the scalpel forked, and a thinner wound brushed across his face, the blood disappeared, and it only flowed out again after a while.

The branches that wiped his blood flicked over his face, as if savoring his blood.

~Your blood does contain the taste of the longevity clan, um, strange smell, this breath full of vitality, which longevity clan is it~" The voice was quite light at first, it seemed very happy, and it seemed to be playing, but at the appointment. After a minute, the happy ending suddenly stopped.

Yan Mo's eyes suddenly widened, his body, no, is his lower abdomen...

A large number of branches rushed towards Yan Mo, and all at once wrapped him into a big cocoon.

~ Naza, leave! ~" The voice suddenly became like a golden stone hitting each other.

~Sama? ~"

~Leave! ~" The voice became extremely intense and high-pitched.

The bass chanted and quickly left the crevice basin. Before leaving, it took another look at Yan Mo. It suddenly became a little uneasy, and planned to go to the children's pit to see, a human with the blood of the longevity family, a human who can break free from the shackles of the flower of the nether, who knows what his companions can do?

After the bass left, the voice murmured in disbelief: ~ fear... evil... catastrophe, seed of doom~"

Yan Mo also changed color. Seeds of doom? Not the fruit of witch luck?

~Let go of me! ~"The voice became painful, ~no, you can't do this to me~"

The branches that entangled Yan Mo suddenly scattered, and a branch returned the stolen knife back to Yan Mo, ~break, human, cut off my arm~"

Yan Mo took the knife, and he had fully recovered from the influence of the Netherworld Flower.

~Tell me, what is that thing in my stomach? ~"

~Cut it off! ~" The voice was high, painful and full of pleading.

~What is it? ~" Yan Mo put the scalpel next to the branch that was sticking into his stomach, but didn't do it.

~Ahhh-~" That voice seemed to be unable to wait for Yan Mo's help any longer. The tree that seemed to be standing unshakably on the island suddenly trembled at this moment, and the whole tree seemed to be in the earthquake zone. Lots of leaves fall off.

clack. "The branch inserted into Yan Mo's belly fell off the tree automatically.

Yan Mo's eyes narrowed. At the moment when such a long branch is broken, it is as if all its vitality has been absorbed by something terrible, and it suddenly becomes a withered branch.