Chapter 315: Result of the compet.i.tion (1/2)

Yan Mo was finished.

I have to say that because of Geer's friendly att.i.tude at the beginning, he somewhat relaxed his vigilance, and even he planned to make a tie-like ending in this compet.i.tion in order to make the Gaogang City loose face.

But the Gaogang City played him like clowns.

Yan Mo can even imagine how proud Gaogang people are now. The Jiu Yuan People has just treated the Black Water Tribe's Chief, whom they regard as a betrayer, and they soon beat themselves back. Not only that, they also have a big advantage and seem to be able to bring the Jiu Yuan and his party back at any time into one dead end.

Over there, Geer has entered an important stage of curse. He threw Yuan Zhan's hair into a basin, which has put several strange things to him beforehand.

Yuan Zhan's hair fell into the basin. Instead of floating on the muddy liquid or sinking, his roots stood upright.

Such a strange vision attracted people with good eyesight from the stands to look desperately around their necks.

Ninety-nine percent of the visitors felt that the Jiu Yuan had lost by this time. Without anything the Jiu Yuan Old Priest stood there as if he could not even attack.

Yuan Zhan can destroy Geer's curse, but he doesn't. This is Mo's compet.i.tion. He knows that his Priest DRen, will never want him to step in halfway, and he doesn't mind giving his life to the other side.

Yan Mo has been watching Geer's spelling, and the red-eyed DHaa wants to block his sight.

Geer pierced his fingertips with a bone needle and squeezed a few drops of blood into the basin.

Yuan Zhan suddenly felt dizzy and subconsciously seized the person around him.

Yan Mo turned around and held him. ”What's wrong? Sit down first. I'll take your pulse. ”

But before putting his finger on the other side's vein, he whispered with regret. He quickly removed his finger bone necklace from his neck and hung it around Yuan Zhan's neck. He whispered to him, ”Curses should be mostly mental attacks. As long as the other side can't affect your mental body, I don't think your physical problems will arise accordingly.”

Yuan Zhan does not need Yan Mo to say that because he has been running a mental training method, trying to exclude mental discomfort and protect his spiritual body from attack.

Looking at Yuan Zhan sitting on the ground with a lethargic look, DHaa laughed proudly when the old man priest took off a necklace and hung it around his opponent's neck.

He laughed and mocked, ”Why, that's not going to work? I think you guys should give up quickly. Maybe our High Priest will give you a way out for your pitiful sake.”

Neither Yan Mo nor Yuan Zhan responded.

Ding Fei and others in the stands were angry and anxious. They believed in their priest's ability, but they couldn't help thinking: That's the Temple High Priest of the Three Cities downtown. It's still a curse! Can their Chief and Priest DRen really win?

Geer, who was cursing, added another thing to the basin, which, this time, the things burst into flames.

Yuan Zhan closed his eyes and fell into Yan Mo's arms.

Geer looked up and smiled, but before he accepted his funny face, he saw DHaa fall.

”Grub!” DHaa was not hugged, his short body was lying on the front, and the bony ground gave him a bang.

Geer's face changed slightly and he rose quickly and went to DHaa. He didn't even see when the Mo DRen do anything, and DHaa apparently didn't feel it, so he collapsed.

But Geer was also grateful that DHaa had fallen just in time when he got to complete his curse. If DHaa had fallen before, he would not have been able to examine him so quickly.

Geer stepped up to DHaa, squatted down and turned him over. The first thing he did was to sniff at him.

No breathing!

Geer doesn't believe it. Looking at him again. It's a longer wait this time.

Still not breathing!

DHaa died so strangely!

Geer didn't want to give up like that. He pulled out a couple of things, including a thumb-sized doll. Next, without hesitation, he cut off one of DHaa's tail fingers with a bone knife, opened the mouth of the puppet, stuffed the tail finger into it, then cut off the blood at the finger with a small pelvis, and soaked the whole puppet in it.

Geer was busy with all this and glanced at the other side.

Just as Yan Mo is confident in his own abilities, Geer is also very confident in the power of his curse. When Yuan Zhan closed his eyes and fell down, he was confident that he will win.

His previous curse was not a curse to the Black Water Tribe's Chief. Although that curse was lethal, that curse focused on punishment. It would take a while for the cursed person to die, but the curse he had just inflicted on Yuan Zhan could kill him instantly.

He knew that the man probably was not inferior to the high rank warrior like DHaa. In order to achieve the effect of deterrence, and in order not to give the other party any chance of resistance, he not only killed ten slaves in advance, but also took their heart and blood in their most painful, most grievous and hatred way, and finally Geer even used his own blood to strengthen the curse. Curse effect - If he had Yuan Zhan's blood, he would not be so troublesome, but he had only a few hair of his opponent.

Curse with your own blood, the effect can be greatly enhanced, but if the curse fails, the curse backlash will be very serious.

Geer doesn't think he's going to lose.

Yan Mo watched Yuan Zhan fall, but also first checked his vitality. When he found that Yuan Zhan had just fallen into a coma and did not die immediately, he breathed softly in his heart.

Yuan Zhan's pulse phase was strange, it was like the vegetative patients he has been exposed to, but his pulse was powerful than their pulse.

But the bad thing is that Yuan Zhan's face is ugly. In more popular words, there's a distinct layer of stillness on his face, like a dying patient.

Yan Mo is a doctor who can see an illness, but he can't lift the curse

Previously, the Black Water Tribe's Chief curse of the Beast G.o.d could be judged as rabies, but Yuan Zhan's current illness... Is it brain-dead?

He wish that he could take Yuan Zhan to the laboratory for inspection, but unfortunately it was not possible.

Whether its rabies or brain death, he can't save people even if he's surrounded by medical devices and medicines. The last time he saved the Black Water Tribe's Chief, it seemed that this time it was still up to me.

But now there is a problem, if he wants to use faith points, he must enter the spiritual world for a short time, but at that time he was totally unprepared. If someone wants to harm him and Yuan Zhan, they have no resistance at all.

This person not only refers to the High Priest in the bone house, but also to some visitors outside the bone house.

Yan Mo rubbed his face. This time, he really learned a lesson. The previous challenge he pa.s.sed so smoothly that although he was not so complacent now, he was obviously less vigilant and awed the savages of the world than before.

This battle and dilemma tell him that he and Yuan Zhan are not omnipotent, and it's not difficult to make them stumble or even fail to climb up again under careful plots.

Of course, he could bring Yuan Zhan into the lab without any help. But there is no way to do that. Once he has exposed his ability to do that then he will have exposed the last means of survival, others will certainly take this into account when dealing with him in the future. Maybe they will choose to kill him directly if they only want to imprison him.

Also, he and Yuan Zhan hid in the lab. What about the four people outside?

Think about it, Yan Mo was going to take a risk.

Outside, the old Jiu Yuan witch finally moved, which meant that he was also starting to pull things out.

Yan Mo sprinkled a circle of powder around himself and Yuan Zhan, placed several arm-long weird rocks on the inside edge of the powder, and finally pulled out the only disc of the four bone objects that didn't work and sat down it under his b.u.t.tocks.

At this time, how he wished his Carnivorous bees could be around him, but now it is winter, and his bees were hibernators who needed to hibernate. He regretted not having recalled Jiu Feng, and then tried to disguise Wu Guo from the ground, but dismissed the idea considering the consequences.

Hopefully these things he pulled out can really play a deterrent role, not long, as long as 10 minutes or so.

Outside visitors were wondering what Yan Mo had pulled out, and people were particularly interested in the odd carved stones, which they thought might be the source of the old witch's power, or some kind of protection.

Ding Fei and Ding Ning, on the other hand, looked a little strange after seeing the carved stones.

Dda couldn't recognize it and looked at Ding Fei.

Bing also whispered to Ding Ning, who looked strange: ”What is that? Have you seen it?”

Of course, Ding Ning and Ding Fei has seen it, but Dda has seen it, but he doesn't know what it is.

”A Totem.” Ding Ning spits out two words.

”What?” Bing has never heard these two words.

Ding Ning had to say it again.

”What's the use of this?” Bing asked.

Ding Ning looked at his brother Ding Fei.