Banished to Another World Chapter 273

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 Chapter 273: The Old Mandrill

Yan Mo felt he smelled sulphur, but he had a mask on. He was not sure whether it came from the cave itself or from the fog air.

"I'll take the torch." Yan Mo's voice just dropped, and suddenly several white shadows coming to them.

Yan Mo was still trying to see what the white shadow was. Yuan Zhan had already picked him up and jumped aside.

White shadows flew into thin air.

"What the hell is that?" Yan Mo was surprised, but not afraid.

Yuan Zhan was much more serious. "Those white shadows want to kill us. Don't get in touch with them."

"Why can't they be touched? Did you last meet them?”

"Yes!" Yuan Zhan jumped around the cave with his curious baby in his arms.

He also wanted to attack the white shadows, but whatever they got attacked touched, the attack immediately penetrated through, without any damage to the white shadows.

Yan Mo knows those white shadows can't be touched, but he's curious about the harm they cause.

The white shadows saw Yuan Zhan's quick action and they scattered and surrounded them.

"Is this white shadow a creature?" Yan Mo tried to communicate with them, raised his spiritual power to the highest level, and asked, "Hello, we have no malice, not an enemy. Are you the master here?"

White shadow didn't know whether they understood him or not. They ignored him and tried to kill them all the time.

Yan Mo slapped Yuan Zhan, "Let me down! We cannot keep jumping all the time."

Yuan Zhan put down Yan Mo, stood in front of him, quickly pulled the tied Ink-Murder from his back, pulled the wrap, shook off the snake skin and used it to cut into one of the white shadows.

The white shadows were split in two, but soon the separated white shadows were integrated.

"What lethality do they have for you to be this cared of them?” Yan Mo took a torch out of his pocket and lit it with a fodder, and stood back to back with Yuan Zhan, waving the torch to keep the shadow away.

White shadows seem to be a little afraid of fire. A small piece of the fog will disappear when touched by fire, but it will recover after a while.

Yuan Zhan, "They will absorb your vitality!"

Yan Mo grinned coldly and went around to be in line with Yuan Zhan. "You should have said it earlier! Little Wu, come out! Here come to eat your rations!"

The Fruit of Witchcraft vines flies silently from Yan Mo's abdomen, entangling a roll of white shadows, which disappear quickly without splitting or dispersing.

"Not delicious." Wu Guo disliked it, but he did not slow down the swallowing.

Instantly, another white shadow disappeared.

"Yes, good job!" Yuan Zhan saw this, did not feel that he was a useless father who had no face for losing the fight his own son won, he also felt that his eldest son was very good, he very proud of it.

Yan Mo squinted at him.

"Stop it!" An angry old voice sounded in the cave.

Sounds seem to come from all sides.

"Who are you? Why attack us?" Yan Mo, the wicked man, complained first.

Yuan Zhan heard only a growl of a deep beast, dignified, but not strong enough.

"I am the Master of this forest, man, this is my place, get out!"

"We have no malice." Yan Mo signaled Wu Guo to come back, but Wu Guo was unwilling to let the food go. He twisted the vine and rushed to another fog.

“Little Wu! Come back! "Yan Mo was angry.

Wu Guo was only slightly satisfied when he ate the third shadow. Looking at Yan Mo's anger, he snorted and retracted to Yan Mo's abdomen.

Yan Mo rolled his eyes. This is a greedy, ungrateful kid.

Yuan Zhan reached out to pat Yan Mo on the belly and was slapped open by Yan Mo. This is Father animal patting the cub for mauling things! Pack of xssholes

"What's that?" asked the old and somewhat strange voice.

"What do you mean?" Yan Mo asked knowingly.

Yuan Zhan listened attentively, his head gradually turning northwest.

"The vine in your stomach can devour my strength. What is it?"

Yan Mo muttered that the white shadows were the power of the sound, but they were very special and useful.

"If I answer your question, can you let the fog go and meet us?" Yan Mo did not immediately answer the other party, and said, "I said we had no malice, but if you cannot avoid it all the time, and use these fog and white shadows to stop us, for our own safety, I can only release Little Wu of my family again."

"You... can communicate with all things, I think such a human beings had disappeared.” The old strange voice sighed.

The last white shadow recedes into the depth of the fog. The thick for was like mist began to disperse slowly, and the surrounding scenery becomes clear gradually.

This is indeed a cave, or a large cave, the only area you can see is not less than a football field, and the height is not less than five meters. There are some big or small stones scattered on the ground.

There are two small pools in the north, west and central part of the cave. One of the pools with white smoke you cannot see the bottom, and the water is somewhat white. There is also a small pool with a clear water quality, in which you can clearly see an underground spring rising from the ground, but the water in the pool doesn't flow out.

With their eyes, Yuan Zhan and Yan Mo, they could vaguely see a huge shadow behind the two pools.

Yan Mo went to the pool still floating with white mist. He squatted down and reached out to touch the water in the pool, relying on his own dead constitution of unable to die.

Yuan Zhan was too late to pull him away.

The water in the pool is a hot spring, with its finger burned slightly.

Then touch the clear pool next to it, and it's slightly cool.

"It's a good place." Yan Mo admired that if the Jiu Yuan could find such pools, he would not have to go to the river or boil water himself every time he took a bath.

Across the pool, Yan Mo looked at the vast shadow. "Do you know the Mandrill? I mean an intelligent creature with only one leg and black hair."

The shadows grew dark for a moment. "He's my child. It looks like you've seen him and my children."

"You and your children have a lot of language and vocabulary. They speak much more smoothly than the Water God Tian-Wu in the river. Do you know Tian-Wu?"

"Tian-Wu? You mean the eight heads girl? You've seen her too?" The shadow was surprised and raised a little spirituality in his tone." Language is the ability bestowed on us by the longevity. When you say Tian-Wu, she is still young, she will be able to understand and speak the language of many races like her mother and me when her inheritance comes to full."

Isn't that the same as Jiu Feng? Are these intelligent creatures able to grow up to access their races inheritance?

This is really the most convenient way to pass on knowledge! As long as the blood is continuous, there is no need to worry that the inheritance will be cut off, and these inherited knowledge can probably be accumulated from generation to generation, to ensure that knowledge will never be lost.

In fact, the human gene also contains the memory of ancestors, such as all people are naturally afraid of fire and snakes, while some people are especially afraid of certain organisms from an early age.

Scientists also say that genius is actually a manifestation of the memory storing ability of the ancestors hidden in the genes, because the ancestors have learned, and even some of the family has been specializing in certain knowledge for generations, so when a descendant of the family's genetic memory awakens, a genius emerges. This is also one reason why some people say that parents with high IQ tend to have high IQ offspring.

Scientists have even speculated that some scenes in human dreams may be projections of implicit memories in genes.

Yan Mo's thoughts continue to spread. He seems to have heard the old SMa say that the language of human beings is also taught by their elders. Where did the language from the elders come from?

The world is very interesting, he thought it was primitive, but gradually in-depth understanding of it will find that the world has many glorious civilizations which have appeared, he knows there is a culture of bone-refining people which also seemed to have disappeared.

How lucky is he? In the period of alternation of two or more old and new civilizations, the shadow of the past still exists and new things are developing.

Yan Mo couldn't help wondering if the previous civilizations did not belong to human beings, but human beings were only playing the supporting roles. With the development of time, human beings began to step onto the stage of history. Now it's the turn of civilization for human development?

So what's the content of this civilization? Metal civilization? Or inherit the culture of bone-refining? Or are there other civilizations that he doesn't know are emerging?

"Mo?" Yuan Zhan looked at Yan Mo, who was habitually dazed and gave him a slight poke.

Yan Mo looked back. “I've met Tian-Wu, and we've got along quite well. By the way, do you know Human-face Kun Peng? "

"Strange human puppy." The shadows made a similar sneer, and then, in a slight surprise, said, "Have you ever seen Human-face Kunpeng?"

"Not only have we seen it, but we are from the Jiu Yuan Tribe of Tiangui Mountain, and the Kun Peng Jiu Feng is the protector of my tribe."

Once again, the dark shadow laughed with sullen mockery, "Tiangui Mountain? Who says that mountain is called Tiangui? Is it clear that it reaches the heavens? Or did the two men's face Kunpeng rename it after?”

Originally, Tiangui was just transliteration. Tian? Thinking of Jiu Feng's seemingly shrewd human face, Yan Mo smiled. But soon he found out that the ghost in the shadow was not meant to be horrible or weird, but to be a mandrill.

The black shadow said that the human face Kun Peng, is the one longevity creature that flies in the sky, which is closest to the existence of God.

Maybe we all have friends, we know together, and the tone of the shadow has obviously slowed down a lot, "You said Jiu Feng is still a bird, right? It takes a long time for the eggs of Kunpeng to hatch. The last time I saw them, they just laid eggs.”

Suddenly, the shadow burst out laughing again. "I remember that there were many intelligent creatures running to steal the eggs. Every day, the Mer-people were watching the bustle from the Qingyuan Lake.

"Our Jiu Yuan Tribe was built next to Qingyuan Lake. The Mer-people and dwarfs are our friendly allied tribes. They can interact freely in our Jiu Yuan, and our children and their children play together. Do you want to see Jiu Feng? It went back to The Jiu Yuan, but it will be back soon." Yan Mo's voice also had a smile.

"The Mer-people let you build tribes by their lakes? Then you human puppy... Come here." The shadow waved to Yan Mo.

Yan Mo moved and Yuan Zhan followed.

"The blood warrior next to you told him to stay there!"

Yan Mo laughed. "Wherever I go, my warrior goes."

Yuan Zhan lifted the Ink-Murder on his shoulder and held Yan Mo on his shoulder with one hand.

The dark shadows were not pleasant about it, but they let them pass together.

Walking along the path between the two pools, they saw no white fog and no shelter.

It is like an inner room raised by the foundation, which is the same as a basketball court raised platform. There are two holes that can be used as windows for the outer wall. The light is projected from two holes.

What is that shining in the light?

There were lots of hay and branches on the ground, and huge shadows lay on them.

Yan Mo handed the torch to Yuan Zhan.

Yuan Zhan plunged the torch into the wall of the cave.

The cave became brighter.

The shadow moved and raised its head.

This is the Old Mandrill, which is nearly twice as big as the Mandrill elder.

Say it is old, in addition to its manner and slow action, but also it has begun to cloudy eyes. But its claws were still sharp and none of its tusks fell off.

"Come on."

Yan Mo approached the Old Mandrill. "You don't look very well."

The Old Mandrill muttered, "Yeah, I'm dying."

Yuan Zhan's eyes pointed out that some of the scattered rocks around the cave reflected a sparkling light under the light. Is this Yuan-crystal?

"Do you mind if I help you? I'm a priest. I'll cure you.” Yan Mo slowly approached the Old Mandrill and stopped three feet away from it.

The Old Mandrill did not take Yan Mo's words of healing into account. He did not feel that a human puppy could help him, even if he was a rare one of The Listeners.

The Old Mandrill's muddy eyes stared at the teenager. "Why are you here?"

"We wanted to cross the forest, and the fog blocked our way, so I and my warriors came to check first."

"Look into my cave? You were not killed outside?" The Old Mandrill sneered. "Don't lie, puppy."

Yan Mo did not lie. "My warrior's blood ability is control of the soil. We felt it was too dangerous to walk up and could only go underground. When we came out, we didn't pay attention to where we were. How could we think it would be so coincidental?"

The Old Mandrill stared at him as if to judge whether he was telling the truth.

Yan Mo can simply smile, "do we have to lie to you? Though you are dying, I can feel that you are still strong, and my warrior may not even land a hit on you."

Yan Mo judged this by Wu Guo's attitude.

Wu Guo was unusually quiet. If, according to his usual virtue, if Wu Guo met such an energy body that was dying, but still had power, he would have been screaming to come out and eat it.

But Wu Guo didn't make any noise, and the reaction was similar to that of Yu-Wu. He was not afraid of it, but he would not take the initiative to attack.

The Old Mandrill's head slowly drooped, and it seemed a little tired. "Where do you want to go through this forest? Back to Tiangui Mountain? If you go to Tiangui Mountain, you'll go around here. I can show you the way, puppy. Looking at your ability to listen, I will allow you to leave with your people."

Yan Mo, a bad man, still thinks about other people's crystal, of course, it's impossible to leave like this.

"Let me look at you. My strength can't hurt you. Let me see. There's no loss to you, is there?"

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