Chapter 131: Yan Mos adventure (2/2)

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”