Chapter 132: The Fruit of Witchcraf (1/2)

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Yan Mo vowed that he had never heard the mistake. It was indeed the voice of his son, just like the voice of Maple Clan Old Sa Má echoing in his mind.

Calm down, you are not crazy, you are now normal.

Yan Mo touched his pulse, then looked at his hands through the soft light, and then touches his face and neck after a while.

He should have not been affected by poisoning, and not everything he saw and heard should be his fantasy.

Yan Mo used a scalpel to gently cut his arm. The pain was obvious. The color of the blood and the taste of the blood were normal. Then, the speed of the knife-edge wound closing and the healing ability was the same.

“What are you doing?” Old Sa Má was curious about Yan Mo’s actions

“Nothing.” Yan Mo thought about it. If Old Sa Má wasn't what he fantasized and didn't appear to be malicious to him, maybe he could ask the other person about it.

“Does the Fruit of Witchcraft create hallucinations? For example, seeing something that doesn’t exist, hear the sound that doesn’t exist?” Yan Mo took The Fruit of Witchcraft into his body, omitting Jiu Feng and other things, picking and choosing what to tell Old Sa Má.

Yan Mo puzzled with the unusual problem, but Old Sa Má only laughed out. ”It seems that The Fruit of Witchcraft likes you very much. You are very lucky. I heard all the legends about The Fruit of Witchcraft and everyone who got it ended up in misery. The witch always has to pay a great price to establish a communication between him and the Fruit of Witchcraft but then again The Fruit of Witchcraft has never actively drilled into the human body.”

“What is The Fruit of Witchcraft?”

“Child, be patient.” Old Sa Má apparently intended that Yan Mo should not say anything without sitting on the rock.

Yan Mo gritted his teeth and, despite the fierce reaction of the fruit in his abdomen, he climbed over the rock.

As soon as he got to the rock, the fruit that had turned upside down in his stomach became extremely quiet.

Yan Mo had a strange feeling. He felt that the fruit hated the glowing seedlings around him and hid in his body.

On the other hand, he listened to the auditory voice again and heard Dudu laughter.

Dudu seemed very happy, “Dad, Dad” it kept calling.

Yan Mo’s mouth couldn’t help but let up a smile.

“Dad, you beat the monster, it hides, and Dad is the best!”

Yan Mo closed his eyes and opened them facing the darkness in the distance, asking: ”Now you can tell me what is The Fruit of Witchcraft?”

Old Sa Má watched him sit on the stone platform, and his tone seemed to be a little easier. He said: ”In addition to the very few intelligent creatures in this world, I am afraid that no one knows more about The Fruit of Witchcraft than I. The Fruit of Witchcraft really deserves to be called The Fruit of Witchcraft, even if you and I are so far apart, it still brought you to me.”

“Is it good for me, or is it more harmful?”

Old Sa Má sounded melodious, “That depends on you. And how you're going to use it.”

“Dad, I want to touch it, I like that.”

Yan Mo reached out and stroked the seedling, and the seedling trembled twice, letting Yan Mo touch it.

“You said you heard The Fruit of Witchcraft is talking to you? What did it say to you?”

Yan Mo looked up. ”No, it didn't talk to me, I heard...the voice of the dead, and still I saw some strange scenes.”

“No, no, that's The Fruit of Witchcraft, but you heard the voice of the deceased? This is very interesting, I am hearing this for the first time.” Old Sa Má said this, I don't know if I fell into the memory, and I lost my voice.

Yan Mo couldn't wait to take advantage of Old Sa Má's neck to let it know what he knew, but he didn't even know where the real body was.

Old Sa Má finally remembered that someone was waiting for its reply. ”Oh, let me tell you about the origins of The Fruit of Witchcraft.”

I have been waiting for it! Yan Mo felt annoyed.

“The Fruit of Witchcraft is not really a plant, it is also one of the wisdom creatures with the blood of God, but half of its life is naturally long, and the conditions for its growth are extremely harsh, although it is not a true species of Undead Trees. It is also a longevity family. Its growth habits in the early stage are very similar to those of The Undead Tree, but it is even rarer than The Undead Tree. There will only be one in each world, and it will take a long time to appear if it’s gone. You humans like to call it The Fruit of Witchcraft, but our longevity family is used to call it The Son of Life, which is because it’s regarded as the gift from the god of life.”

The Son of Life? It doesn't sound like a bad name. However, the next words from Old Sa Má broke the good hopes inside Yan Mo.

“God will give mercy, but it will also throw down punishment. Although The Fruit of Witchcraft belongs to the longevity family, it appears every time and exists for a short time.”

“Why?”

“Because of the human beings who raise it. They never give what it needs to really grow up, and they use the wrong way of raising it, which tends to make The Fruit of Witchcraft evil. When humans can no longer afford its greed, they will pay a great price trying to kill it.”

“So you know the right way how to raise it?”

Old Sa Má smiled. “No, I don’t know. Very few people know how to really cultivate The Fruit of Witchcraft, let it become the legendary The Son of Life, maybe The Sa Má before me knew, but it didn't tell me. All I know is the way humans raise it.”

“But you said it was wrong how they raise it.”

“Yes.”

“You don’t know the correct way to raise, how can you be sure? That the human method is wrong?”

“Because the legendary method can nurture The Son of Life and make The Fruit of Witchcraft a truly smart creature, but all of The Fruit of Witchcraft from birth to death just remains a fruit.”

Yan Mo's heart beats faster ”Do you mean that The Fruit of Witchcraft can become a person?”

“Not necessarily a person. It is said that a long time ago, the Human-face Bird Kun Peng tribe raised a real Son of Life, that Son of Life also took the appearance of a Human-face Bird.”

Human-face Bird Kun Peng! Yan Mo almost jumped up, there is no one around him! He quickly asked: ”So is this to say that the Human-face Bird Kun Peng people know the correct way to raise The Fruit of Witchcraft?”

“It should be. However, no humans can reach the territory of the Human-face Bird Kun Peng family. They also don't welcome humans and other intelligent creatures to go there.”

Jiu Feng has always said that he would take him home to see his family. Yan Mo forcibly covered the corner of his mouth and did not say it.

“I can tell you how human raises it was wrong. If you want to raise the real Son of Life, then don't follow that method.”

Yan Mo sat upright and looked serious. ”Please say.”

Old Sa Má voice became very serious, but he just said the first word, and suddenly he made a long sigh: ”Who?”

“Old Sa Má?”

“I feel a huge amount of energy coming from my feet. I have to go see it!”

“Old Sa Má?”

Old Sa Má was gone.

Yan Mo was speechless, did you have to go and say hello?

“Dad, let’s play with Miao Miao.”

Good! Yan Mo, who instantly entered the stupid dad mode, once again extended the magic hand to the little tree seedling that was shining next to him. Poorly, little tree Miao’s body trembled but it could not pull out the roots and escape.

Hey, Old Sa Má, you left me here with this mam, this man is terrible, I have to grow up quickly, and later when I see this man I'm going to hide away in the deep soil where it won't find me....ever.