Chapter 131: Yan Mo's adventure

Yan Mo saw Yuan Zhan not in the group and he was wondering if Maple Clan is going to take Yuan Zhan to make the final exchange threat, in case he still refuse to leave the Black Forest or do something to hurt Maple Clan.

To this end, he did not specifically ask, he was pretending not to know Maple Clan's plan, he was just wait for the 28 warriors to recover, then ask the person to fall.

This is also a clever mistake, and sometimes people can't think too much.

The unlucky Yuan Zhan did not know that his family, Priest Da Ren, would suddenly turn around and he could save himself without his efforts. At this time, he was fighting for his body.

Yan Mo didn't even know that Yuan Zhan was fighting for him. He was still waiting to see how Sa Má recovered the 28 warriors.

Whatever Na Zhá took, he bypassed Yan Mo and handed it to Sa Má.

Sa Má let Yan Mo move back because he was wary of him.

But Yan Mo wanted to see, he approached Sa Má, and Sa Má motioned him to move a bit far away. "~You, stay a little farther away~"

“~ I just want to see what you are doing, I am worried about my people~" Yan Mo does not move.

“~ I said that I can heal your people, they will be able to recover, this is the secret of my tribe I cannot show it you ~" Sa Má probably has not secretly done the concept of shying hands and feet, he was speaking very straightforward.

Yan Mo thought that Yuan Zhan was still in the hands of the other party, and there were still many things to be asked afterwards, and he did not continue to reluctantly.

It is not good to use force to threaten others. If you change your mind, if you are replaced by him, you will be constantly threatened. Even if he doesn’t make any gain and end up dead he will never let the other person be comfortable.

Although Sa Má said that he would not show him, but its movements are really no secret, it did not make any cover or tried to hide, in Yan Mo's face, a black seed-like object was inserted into twenty-eight warrior’s mouth.

That's fine? If that's the case... Yan Mo's greedy heart rises, he wants the so-called dead species seeds.

Sa Má extended the branches to Na Zhá, and there was no sound between the two Tree Men but Yan Mo felt that they were communicating.

Sa Má retired to the small island in the pond, and his body gradually fell inside the big tree.

Na Zhá and the Maple Tree people put Bing and others into the pool.

“~So they won't drown??"

No one answered him.

Yan Mo touched his nose and he seemed to be hated by The Tree Man.

He doesn't know if it is an illusion. Since the twenty-eight warriors have been thrown into the water pool, the golden light in this valley has become more prosperous, and even the body of the island centerSa Má has become a bit dazzling.

Is this what Sa Má did?

Yan Mo tried to look under the waterhole, but the pool was also interesting. The water was well layered the water on the upper layer was very clear, but when it reached the middle level, it became green. Nothing could be seen below that.

Na Zhá walked to Yan Mo, but he did not get too close.

Yan Mo guessed what it might have known from their Sa Má.

Na Zhá is obviously not too happy to say: "~Healing your ethnic group takes time. When the sun rises tomorrow, your people will be fully healed. During this period, you can't stay here, you come with me~"

Yan Mo hugged his arms and suddenly smiled. "~ Pay attention to your tone of voice, Maple Clan brothers. Again, don't forget, you first caught my people and used their bodies and lives to nurture your offspring. You should help me to restore their vitality, unless you want me and my people to be your enemies~"

Na Zhá hasn't spoken yet, and the Maple Tree people around them have made troublesome shouts.

Na Zhá let out a long, heavy sound, and The Tree Men calmed down.

“~You have a longevity bloodline in your body. As long as you don't take the initiative to attack us, we will not become enemies with you~" Na Zhá's attitude was softer.

Yan Mo also walked down the slope. He only needs to let the other party know that he is not a good soft persimmon (weakling) "~ I respect your secrets and respect your living habits. If you change any other humans, you will treat them like this. That tribe will inevitably go to war with Maple Clan. I think, this is also very clear to you ~"

"~Remember your promise, human. Come with me~"

Promise? What did he promise? He said he respect their ways and he did not say that he could accept it. But as long as Maple Clan does not treat the Jiu Yuan tribe as prey, he doesn't care how Maple Clan cultivates their descendants—the trees that humans cut and the few beasts they eat? Everyone is trying to survive.

Na Zhá took him back from the original road, but when he was halfway through, he turned into a narrow ramp.

The squalid road was getting lower and lower, and kept getting darker and darker, and the moss that glows on both sides of the path was more and more conspicuous.

There was a sound of water coming from the front, and there were some underground rivers flowing from below.

Yan Mo looked up at the sky, the original one-line days could not be seen, and all of them were staggered stalactites and prominent rock blocks.

Na Zhá seems to take him into an underground cave group.

“~You will stay here tonight, I will come to take you out tomorrow~"

Yan Mo laughed. "~This is not like a place to place a guest~"

“~We don't want to be an enemy, but you are not a guest~”

Yan Mo discovered Maple Clan a major feature or deficiency, they speak too honest, too direct, and even things like this. If you switch to human beings, even without knowing the best treatment, knowing that you can't offend the other party, you won't be shutting down them in a dungeon like a prisoner. No one will be willing to offend a powerful enemy just because of poor hospitality..

However, Na Zhá and Sa Má have directly reflected their fears in their actions. If they are afraid of him, he will be locked up and completely separated from Maple Clan.

Na Zhá left the sentence and left in a hurry.

Yan Mo was completely speechless, so they can leave him some dry branches of hay to make a torch. So lights can be used from the fire, can he even have problems walking?

Will Yan Mo be awaiting a place like a dungeon waiting for the owner to let him go? Moreover, there is no door to block him out from this cell.

When Na Zhá left, Yan Mo also lifted his foot and went out, but after a short walk, he found out... he was fooled!

Those sly Tree Men!

Regardless of whether those Tree Men did it intentional or not, he cannot hide the fact that he has lost his way!

He thought that he was walking away from the original road, and he followed the glowing moss and remembered the direction of Na Zhá's return. But as he walked, he found that there were more and more moss around him, absolutely more than he remembered. There was much more than when he entered the cave at the bottom of the earth, and he only responded that he had gone the wrong way.

But when he wanted to go back, he found that he couldn’t find a way. There are many similar passages in this cave. If you go wrong, you can't go back to the right path.

Very good, the geese are stunned by the geese all day long. He thought that people are honest and straightforward, but they were not as straightforward, what is the result?

Yan Mo sneered in his heart and summoned the nearest Bee guard.

Him? Lost? As long as he still has a bee guard on his body, he will never get lost!

When he first met The Tree Men, he let Red Wings and Flying Thorns temporarily leave him. The Cannibal Bees has reported to him that their poison is not useful for those Tree Men. In this case, leaving Red Wings and Flying Thorn on him would only increases their casualties.

Although Red Wings and Flying Thorn left him, they did not fly far. Those The Tree Men probably got used to the various creatures in the Black Forest and saw a group of The Cannibal Bees on the site. They didn't directly threaten them and didn't care.

Yan Mo stayed in place after the call, he was waiting for the Bee guards to pick him up.

At this time, he only had the leisure to look at the surrounding environment.

There is nothing to look at in the cave, there is no light shining, and there is no such strange and wonderful stone scene. The brightness of the underground moss is not see enough, and he can barely see the road under his feet.

The cave was very humid, and the sound of the underground river was endless strumming, but the river that made the sounds could not be found.

“Who are you?"

Yan Mo stiffened and he heard a voice ringing directly in his head.

A very normal voice, not a song.

For a long time, there was no normal conversation, and Yan Mo felt very cordial when he heard the sound.

Is it auditory hallucinations?

“There has never been a human being here, you are a human being right?...hey? You...child, you come closer, let me see."

Ding! Yan Mo's eyes were bright. Underground caves, dark spaces, unidentified voices, and a kind of child, what does this mean?

Yan Mo was very busy during his lifetime and rarely read novels, but the classic routines for the protagonists in such novels and movies are known to anyone who is slightly in contact with online society.

“Where are you? Who are you?" Yan Mo turned slowly and glared around.

It is a pity that his eyes are so big that he can only see a little shadow in the shadows.

“I am the previous generation of Sa Má of Maple Clan, child, don't be afraid, I will pick you up." With the sound of the voice in his head, a rattan with thick arms stretched silently toward Yan Mo's waist.

Yan Mo clenched the scalpel as the rattan touched him.

But the rattan had just touched his skin, and then it shrank back.

At the same time, Yan Mo also felt a fierce impact on the lower abdomen, and the seeds of The Undead Tree was more exciting than when it was seeing Little Sa Má.

Yan Mo licked his stomach and frowned.

“Old Sa Má?” Yan Mo asked.

After a while, the voice rang again in his mind. "I didn't expect that you brought The Fruit of Witchcraft, and you can let it grow directly in your body."

“Do you know The Fruit of Witchcraft?" Yan Mo was surprised, he heard from Yuan Zhan saying that he and Zheng went to see The Sun Worshippers people's experience, only to speculate that his fruit in the belly is The Fruit of Witchcraft that The Zhi Tribe Old Priest and The Sun Worshippers witch wanted.

In his brain there was a sound that sounded lot like laughter, “Of course I know.... When I was younger, more than a dozen human tribes and God's blood tribe went to war over it."

“God's blood tribe?"

The voice really laughed. "It’s the humanoid tribe in your mouth. There are The Mer-people, the dwarves, the Giants, and The Bug People who live underground. There are also some intelligent creatures that are also inheriting the blood of their God. At that time they were in a big battle.”

“Old Sa Má, can you tell me about The Fruit of Witchcraft? I don’t know much about it.” Yan Mo couldn’t help but use the honorific words, which made him want to show respect from the bottom of his heart.

At this time, his thoughts have changed. He doesn't think that The Tree Men was going to kill him. If he really wants to harm him, how can he take him to the place where Old Sa Má was? Well, maybe they wanted Old Sa Má to look at him?

“Oh." Yan Mo heard the sound of a whip hitting the wall.

“Oh." It is like a lot of stones rolling off the stonewall.

“Come, boy, come here." As the voice came, Yan Mo saw a ray of light.

A very soft glow that was slightly yellowish.

Yan Mo walked without hesitation.

Drilling into the broken stonewall, Yan Mo saw a small pool of water with a huge stone in the middle of the pool and a small sapling tree sitting on the boulder.

And the soft light came from the little tree seedlings.

“Come to the boulder." The voice was pointing at him.

“That's you?" Yan Mo didn't move.

“No, that's a little baby who can make your little things a little bit calm." Old Sa Má laughed again. "Seeing you, I remembered when the human tribes took shells to exchange food with us, but what do we want shells for?”

“Have you been to the beach?” Yan Mo was slightly excited.

“No, you said it wrong. I used to live by the sea, but that big war..." Old Sa Má didn't say anything more, but asked Yan Mo again: "Sit on the rock, don't be afraid, it's for you. There will be no harm coming to you.”

“Where are you? Why do I think you are talking in my head? Why can I understand you if you don’t sing?” Yan Mo slowly walked into the pool, the water in the pool was not deep, only reached to his knees.

“Oh, you can come here, must have seen the children of my Maple Clan, have you seen Little Sa Má?"

“Yes."

“It seems that you make him feel scared and made him feel that you staying outside will pose a threat to them, otherwise they won't let humans come here.” Old Sa Má laughed. “Are you afraid that you are thinking that The Fruit of Witchcraft is the seed of The Undead Tree? The little guy attacked my Little Sa Má?”

“Yes.” Yan Mo admitted frankly, and immediately asked: “Is it not the seed of The Undead Tree?”

Old Sa Má jumped back to his original question: “I remember. It turned out that those humans could not understand our words. Later I found that they couldn't understand the songs we were singing as a way of speaking and then on top of them not understanding us, but we still also couldn't understand what the humans said. This is very bad for us Maple Clan. I thought for a long time. I found the reason, but unfortunately, I can only talk to you without singing the song. I don't think you want me to sing to you all the time? Ha-ha!"

“Dad!"

Yan Mo thought he got it wrong, he was wrong to say it was the Old Sa Má ha ha laughter..... Turns out he became father as he listened to it, but when he was going to touch that rock, and Dudu spoke in the exactly the same voice again: "! Dad"

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