After wearing the book, I was forced to become a fake system

Chapter 148 Revisiting the Bebalon Magic Mountain

Jia Xitong was carried back by Uncle Carl.

At the same time as they arrived home, Shang Yanting just came back with Niu Niu.

A bloody and unconcealable aura came from Niu Chuanchuan's body, causing Uncle Karl to look at them.

But just that one look.

"Thank you senior for your help."

Shang Yanting expressed his thanks.

"You don't have to be polite."

Uncle Karl took the little raccoon off the rattan and bamboo chair, and drove away on Dokar.

"Well!"

Niu Chuanchuan's painful moan caught Jia Xitong's attention, and she fed him two more wishing charms.

Shang Yanting dragged him into the house and placed him on the hard bed.

After half a year of abuse, Niu Chuanchuan looked tall, but was actually skinny.The four wounds on the back where the iron chains had been worn for a long time exposed black bones, and the surrounding muscles were completely necrotic.

"It's still good."

Niu Chuanchuan said weakly on the bed, "Reverend Wan Gu also uses the internal organs of living people to make evil things."

During the half a year he was imprisoned in the water prison, he also learned a lot of secrets.

In Dingtian Academy, under normal circumstances, only a strong martial king can have his own mountain. However, looking at Wu Zong, real Wan Gu, it seems that he can have special treatment because of those evil things he fiddled with.

Except for martial arts, he has learned everything, especially proficient in refining weapons and alchemy.

It seems to belong to a certain mysterious force, and the things he researches will be sold through the hands of that force.

But Master Wangu is already dead, so this incident can be regarded as a turning point.

Niu Chuanchuan couldn't help but rejoice that he was lucky.

Master Wangu locked him up to exchange blood.

If he really succeeds, he will definitely take his own heart and soul like those innocent people, and let himself die without a place to bury him.

While Niu Chuanchuan was meditating, a piece of wood was suddenly handed to him.When he looked up, he saw Yan Qing was holding a sharp knife in his hand, the blade was burnt on the flames.

"Bite."

After finishing speaking, Shang Yanting took a knife and approached Niu Chuanchuan's necrotic wound.

The sharp knife quickly gouged out the black flesh, the whole action was quick and neat, until the black flesh was completely removed, and bright red blood flowed from the wound.

He sprinkled styptic powder on the wound, and then did the same for the next three.

In ancient times, Guan Yu cured his wounds by scraping his bones, but now there are cattle and cattle gouging out their flesh to treat sores.

The knife cut off piece by piece of meat, and he didn't make a sound, what a werewolf.

"All right."

Shang Yanting put away the knife and wrapped up his wound.Now that the dead meat is gone and the crisis is over, Niu Chuanchuan only needs to stay on the bed for a while, and he will be fine.

Now the room needs to be tidied up.

Jia Xitong searched too cleanly, the house was empty and nothing was left.

"What about things?"

Shang Yanting asked her.

Jia Xitong took out a few Misu Talismans, flicked his small claws, and there was a crackling sound in the room.Everything piled up, almost burying Shang Yanting.

With a dark face, he took the little raccoon out of a pile of debris.

"My host..."

Jia Xitong looked at the pile in the room and smiled awkwardly.

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The physical fitness of the cultivators is different from that of ordinary people, and Niu Chuanchuan has the blessing of blood.

So he recovered very quickly.

But in five days, he was able to get out of bed and walk around, taking care of himself was not a problem.

Seeing this, Shang Yanting immediately prepared to go to Bebalon Magic Mountain again.

In the air
Suzuki Feixiao galloped past.

It flapped its huge wings and landed, and the canopy around it swayed violently in the gust of wind.

Arrived.

The roar of monsters could be heard as soon as they landed, but they didn't dare to get close to the blood banyan tree just like that day.

Jia Xitong saw the huge blood banyan tree at a glance.

I don't know if it was an illusion, but she felt that its blood-red body and evergreen crown were more vivid than when it left.

There were also a lot of fallen leaves around, covering almost all the traces they left a few days ago, and the leaves on Jia Xitong's chest piled up after running two more steps.

She asked, "Where do we go down from?"

"Look first."

Shang Yanting put Suzuki Feixiao away, picked up the little raccoon and walked around.

Jia Xitong returned to his sea of ​​consciousness and used the super wide-angle vision to help him survey the situation in all directions, "Dear host, look at the three meters in front of the left of the big tree, it seems a bit dark."

Shang Yanting heard the words and walked towards the direction she pointed, and then his feet were empty.

It turned out to be a pit!
Shang Yanting, who had half fallen into it, propped himself up on the ground and jumped up.He pushed aside the dark place that Jia Xitong said, and found that there was a very deep hole inside.

Light the torch and poke in, it's a little deep inside.

"Probably found it."

Shang Yanting was a bold man, and after confirming it, he jumped forward.

He was in a free fall first, and then he was caught by some plant-like roots. The flame in his hand was extinguished when it fell, and he could only light the tinder box to see with the faint light.

Branches and tendrils are mixed and intertwined.

Presumably it is the root of the blood banyan tree.

The weak firelight cannot see the boundaries of the rhizomes, only large gaps between the rhizomes can be seen.

Shang Yanting pushed aside the tree roots in front of him and went down. Jia Xitong returned to the little raccoon with another fire box in his mouth, and moved quickly between the roots with his petite body.

She is in the front, which can be regarded as a role in predicting risks.

Every time Jia Xitong ran a few laps, he would stop and wait for him. When he saw someone following him, he started again.

Once again she was sure that Shang Yanting was behind her, and she just turned her head to meet a rotten human skull.Only a handful of hair remained, and rot worms crawled in and out of his facial features.

Those dark eye sockets just met Jia Xitong's eyes, and the little raccoon was about to stand on end!

"what!"

The fire box fell amid the screams of the little raccoon, and Jia Xitong rushed back into Shang Yanting's arms, "Dear host, there is a corpse!"

To be honest, she is not afraid of death.

But it's too scary, enough for dozens of nightmares.

Jia Xitong trembled.

"fine."

Shang Yanting supported her trembling body and crawled to the side of the male corpse.

Judging from the rotting condition, it has been dead for a long time.

There were signs of fracture on his bones, and it was very likely that he had been eaten by a large animal, and then the corpse was used as nutrients by the blood banyan tree. "It's just that the appearance is a little scary."

Shang Yanting comforted him.

"Uh-huh."

Jia Xitong closed his eyes and answered.

The root of the blood banyan tree is exaggeratedly large, even larger than the trunk it grows on.

Shang Yanting continued to move down with her, and there were more corpses below.

Almost all of these corpses were inserted into the abdomen by thick rhizomes, with different degrees of decay and terrifying shapes.

This is an experience where you can look in any direction and be able to look at the corpse.

Trembling, Jia Xitong took out the wooden statue, hugged it tightly, and prayed devoutly for the demons to go away——

After all, Fushen is also a god.

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Jia Xitong: One mind with three functions

(End of this chapter)