In fact, what puzzled Jiang Han the most was that when his hands touched the grass and tree, the information that appeared in his mind was very ordinary.

For example, the system calls it [Xiaocao], and the introduction is just one sentence: The grass from the secret realm of gods and demons has no medicinal value.

Suddenly, Jiang Han felt aroused in his heart and asked, "Are you the only two of you able to talk?"

This sentence was a mess. In an instant, all kinds of sounds sounded, including middle-aged people, children, and elderly people, and what they said was basically the same: "I can do it, too!"

Jiang Han and the other two were shocked. Although they were mentally prepared, it was a bit scary to hear so many sounds suddenly in such a place.

"What are you?" Jiang Han frowned, and the beam of light shot from the flashlight shone straight on the grass that had originally spoken.

"Oh, don't look at me!" The sharp voice of the grass sounded, "What else can we be? I am the grass, he is the tree... the others are the same. Can't you see it?"

Jiang Han was silent. He and Shu Lang looked at each other, and both saw the confusion and vigilance in their eyes, "Then, what do you think of us three?"

"Don't you know what you are? It's so pitiful!"

"Hahaha, it turns out that there are creatures in the world who don't know what they are..."

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"You should be human, are you?"

All kinds of noisy sounds sounded almost at the same time. When Jiang Han heard the last sentence, a light suddenly flashed in his eyes. He looked at the tree saying this with a burning look, "Have you seen a creature like me?"

"Of course I've seen it, we've all met..."

"Ahem!"

Suddenly, an extremely old cough sounded, and all the sounds disappeared instantly, as if they were very afraid of this sound.

Jiang Han's eyes narrowed and he turned his head to look at the deep darkness.

"You don't have to ask them."

After a few seconds of silence, the old voice sounded again, "Let's go along the road! Come here, I will tell you everything you want to know."

As the words fell, light suddenly flashed above my head, like lamps, illuminating the entire road.

The noisy trees and grass just now were silent, no different from ordinary plants and trees. No one would have guessed that they would actually speak.

"Can you go?" Shu Lang asked in a low voice.

"Please don't always ask some idiot questions." Jiang Han rolled his eyes, "Can we have another way besides moving forward?"

After saying that, he took the lead in walking along the road, paving the pebbles very evenly, as if stepping on a flat ground.

Ye Tiancong looked at Shu Lang with an idiot and walked forward.

"I'm suing you! Do I understand what it means to adjust the atmosphere?" Shu Lang raised his middle finger at the backs of the two people and hurriedly followed.

The road is not very long, only about a hundred meters. Soon, a thatched hut appeared in the sight of Jiang Han and the other two.

Outside the hut, there is a lush tree, and an old man with white hair is lying on a chair under the tree, next to it is a wooden table. There is a pot of tea and four cups on it, and the rich aroma of tea is everywhere.

"Here you come. Please sit down!" The old man waved to the three of them, and saw countless fine tree roots quickly emerge on the ground beside the wooden table. In the blink of an eye, they were woven into four chairs.

Jiang Han frowned and looked at the old man, but did not sit down. Instead, he asked: "Old man, can you answer my question?"

The old man nodded. He kept his eyes half-closing, not knowing whether he had looked at Jiang Han and the other two, "Sit down first. There are no traps. Otherwise you wouldn't come in."

Jiang Han was silent for a moment, clasped his fists at the old man, and sat on a chair. Shu Lang and the other two sat down when they saw Jiang Han sitting down.

"Please taste tea!" the old man said softly.

As soon as he finished speaking, three tree roots emerged from the ground, rolled up the teacup on the wooden table, and handed it to Jiang Han and the other two.

Shu Lang and the others turned their heads to look at Jiang Han at the same time, obviously not knowing whether they wanted to drink this tea.

They all know that Jiang Han is an alchemist who can tell whether it is poisonous.

Jiang Han narrowed his eyes, reached out to pick up the teacup, and his fingers seemed to accidentally touch the root of the tree.

【Divine Tree】(Powerful Medicine)

Introduction: The spiritual medicine from the Secret Realm of Gods and Demons was originally an ordinary young tree. It was later poured with the blood of gods and demons, and absorbed the earth's mother energy in the Secret Realm of Gods and Demons, and became more spiritual. It has extremely high medicinal value!

Level: Legend

"legend?!"

Jiang Han's hand holding the teacup shook slightly.

This inconspicuous tree turned out to be a legendary spiritual medicine, which made Jiang Han's heart shock and it was difficult to calm down.

"What, is the tea not good to drink?" the old man said.

"No, no." Jiang Han drank it all, and felt his mind clear and his body was extremely comfortable. The shock caused by the God and Demon Tree was slightly recovered.

"Good tea!"

Jiang Han sighed, this is a sincere statement, from the heart.

"Just don't dislike it." The old man nodded and said, "If you have any questions, you can ask them. But I would like to remind you in advance that each question will only be answered once."

Only answer each question once?

This sentence made Jiang Han a little confused. Does one need to be asked twice a question?

However, he didn't care too much. After pondering for a moment, he asked, "How long has the secret realm of gods and demons existed?"

"have no idea."

"I don't know?" Jiang Han frowned.

"It has existed for longer than me," said the old man.

Jiang Han nodded, which was reasonable. It would be strange if this old man existed for a longer time than the secret realm of gods and demons.

You know, even the most powerful Tianwu people have their lifespan at the end!

"Who is the owner of this secret treasure?" Jiang Han thought for a while and asked again.

"Mysterious man."

This answer is equivalent to no answer, but since the old man said so, it means he doesn't understand.

"Who is the one who tied up those gods and demons?"

"The Lord of the Secret."

"Why can grass and trees talk?"

"The years are spiritual."

"How long has this secret been hidden?"

The old man was silent for a moment before whispering: "One hundred thousand years."

Jiang Han frowned and fell silent for a while. He was thinking about what he should ask, which would be more useful.

After all, such inquiries are not a solution.

"Can I ask a question too?" Ye Tiancong suddenly spoke.

"Of course." The old man nodded.

Ye Tian nodded, and his eyes were shattered with golden light. He looked around and said in confusion: "When I was on the ground, I clearly remember that Baoqi was under my feet, and now we are underground. Logically, Baoqi should be where we first fell!"

He frowned, very puzzled, "But why in my opinion, Baoqi has always been right in front of him?" (To be continued, please search Piaotianwen, the novel is better and faster!
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