In the dense jungle, a hot spring was bubbling.
The bottom of the spring was covered with a layer of fine white sand, and the mouth of the spring was surrounded by a large black stone slab. The spring water flowed out of the ground along the marks on the stone slab, and soon seeped into the thick humus and disappeared.
Ji Wu was comfortably soaking in the hot spring, and his skin was covered with a faint fiery light.
Jiang Yao was holding a three-meter-long red serpent, walking around the hot spring while chanting an ancient spell. The serpent's neck was cut open by a black jade dagger in Jiang Yao's hand. The scorching hot blood of the serpent dripped down and condensed into tens of human-head-sized, weird spell symbols on the stone slab beside the hot spring.
Seven to eight sturdy women, who were nearly three meters tall, were standing beside the hot spring. They were throwing medicinal bags made of grass and leaves into the hot spring.
Sometimes, they threw strange things into the hot spring, such as animal teeth that were as long as an adult's arm, all kinds of strange poison glands and sacs, and all kinds of insects' carcasses and shells.
The crystal clear hot spring slowly changed its color. Under the control of Jiang Yao's magic, the spring water gradually turned into a blood-red, viscous liquid. Strands of red gas continuously drilled into Ji Wu's body from the spring. Ji Wu's body twitched violently, and his rough face gradually became twisted and hideous.
A few miles away, Ji Hao was standing on the treetop of a towering tree, looking at the situation with a smile on his face.
Under the tree, Shi Zhikang was walking around the tree, looking distressed. His body was too heavy, and no tree could bear his weight. He could only look at Ji Hao anxiously, wondering what he had seen.
A tree demon, whose limbs could be seen clearly but whose overall appearance was still that of an old tree, was standing beside the old rock. The branches that were coiled around its body were holding a huge vat of wine. The tree demon opened its huge black mouth and tasted the wine in small mouthfuls.
Every time Shi Zhikang walked to him, the Treeman would use one of his twigs to hit Shi Zhikang's butt. However, Shi Zhikang had no reaction to the pain, and the twigs had no effect on him.
On the treetop, beside Ji Hao, an extraordinarily beautiful young girl, whose entire body was wrapped in vines, was happily fiddling with a longbow. The girl's temperament changed rapidly. When she was frowning and thinking, her aura was clear and ethereal like a fairy; when she smiled and raised her eyebrows, it was as if thousands of roses and peonies were blooming, and her endless charm made her look like a demon.
The girl was riding on a red leopard, whose red fur was dotted with silver spots. This thirty-feet-long big guy was like a ghost, lightly standing on a branch that was as thick as a toddler's fist, and the thin branch didn't sway in the slightest.
Old Stone was a 'stone monster'. It was a spiritual monster born from a giant rock in the mountains that was nourished by the power of the stars.
The Old Tree Demon was a 'tree demon'. It was an ancient tree in the forest that had gained sentience and obtained the fortune of Heaven and Earth. It was a race of 'demons' that cultivated themselves into a human form.
The girl's name was' Heng Luo ', which was the name Ji Hao gave her. She was a 'mountain ghost' or a 'mountain god' clan. She was a strange living being that was born from the spiritual energy that was naturally bred in the forest. She was born with the ability to control herds of beasts, identify plants, and communicate with spirits and ghosts.
Ever since he was a kid, Ji Hao had never wanted to hang out with other kids of the same age as him. Ever since he could walk, he had been wandering in the woods all day long. In the past few years, Stone, the old tree man, Heng Luo, and some other strange creatures were the true friends he had made.
Suddenly, Heng Luo reached out her hand and pointed at a twig beside her. A green sprout quickly grew out of the twig, and soon turned into a human-head-sized flower. Jiang Yao and Ji Wu's voices drifted out of the flower.
In the forest, all the flowers and trees within ten miles of Heng Luo would become her eyes and ears.
Ji Hao squatted beside Heng Luo, quietly listening to the conversation between Jiang Yao and her son.
Jiang Yao was walking quickly around the hot spring, throwing all kinds of strange medicines into the hot spring while scolding Ji Wu.
"Wu, you are my son. Your grandpa is the Master Maguspriest of the Bi Fang Clan, the most powerful elder of the Bi Fang Clan. Your bloodline is much nobler than this lowly Fire Crow Clan's bloodline. How could you lose to a kid who is three or four years younger than you?! "
Ji Wu showed his teeth and yelled in a low voice, "Amma, I was tricked by him. I won't give him any chance at the worship ceremony. I will chop him into pieces with my axe. "
Ji Wu excitedly raised his hands and waved them in the air.
Jiang Yao narrowed her eyes and said coldly, "That's right. You have the noble bloodline of our Bi Fang Clan in your body. How can you lose to a bunch of black crows? Kill that kid in front of all the Fire Crow Clan's clansmen... I, Jiang Yao's son, will never lose to the son of a lowly Qing Yi Clan woman. "
Heng Luo looked at Ji Hao curiously and said, "Qing Yi Clan woman? Are you talking about your Amma? Hao, I like your mother's smell very much. "
Ji Hao listened to the voice coming from the flower and said slowly, "I like my Amma too, but someone doesn't like her. I can't do anything about it."
Jiang Yao's voice came from the flower again.
"But, Wu, don't kill him. During the worship ceremony, you and Ji Hao will make a blood oath. Whoever loses will become the other's slave. "
"You want Ji Hao to become your slave, do you understand?"
Ji Wu growled in a muffled voice, "Slave? I don't lack slaves. Amma, Abba has destroyed tens of small clans these years. I have hundreds of slaves. Why would I want Ji Wu to be my slave? I want to kill him. "
"Make him a slave, stupid kid." Jiang Yao's voice became especially weird and creepy, "Make him a slave... If I kill Qing Fu during the worship ceremony, you can do whatever you want. But if I don't, I will use Ji Hao's life to force Qing Fu to hand over the two inherited Magus treasures. "
Ji Hao's eyebrows were raised when he heard Jiang Yao's words. He sincerely applauded Jiang Yao's plan.
"Good, very good! Her man wants to take my Abba's position, she wants to take my Amma's inherited Magus treasures, and her son wants to kill me! What a nice family! "
Ji Hao pointed towards the hot spring while laughing.
The old tree opened his mouth, put the jar of wine into his mouth and swallowed it, then walked towards the hot spring.
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