Voodoo Rainforest.

In the deep night, the dense rain forest made a whimpering sound as the wind blew through it.

On the land filled with rotting branches and leaves, tree roots and vines hanging down to the ground are intertwined.

Hiss, hiss...

Tricolor spear-headed vipers, jumping vipers, ciliary palm vipers, lateral palm vipers, coral snakes, paradise tree snakes, golden flower snakes, vipers, anacondas, forest cobras, etc., large groups of snakes are like a tidal wave.

, gathered from all directions, submerged in the soil, climbed and shuttled between tree roots and vines.

They have only one destination, and that is the cabin in the woods.

There seems to be some huge temptation in the hut, making these snakes desperate and enthusiastic.

Peng.

There was a soft sound, and a flame suddenly rose from the cabin in the forest.

From the moment the flames appeared, it was a raging fire that enveloped the entire hut. While burning violently, it quickly spread to all sides.

This is not an ordinary flame. The color of the fire is dark green, and it does not emit any heat. Instead, as it burns, powerful chills erode people's hearts.

Seeing this green fire, the snakes became even more frantic and rushed into the flames.

The green fire burned like a giant beast opening its bloody mouth and swallowing all living things.

Snakes swam into the green fire one after another, melting quickly like candles when exposed to heat.

Their snake scales and skin melted first, and then the remaining snake bones also melted at a relatively slow speed.

The group of snakes died more and more, and the dissolution of each snake supplied the essence of its body to the green fire.

The green fire got the material to burn and burned more and more vigorously.

Soon, the green fire reached a height of four meters and expanded to a radius of 300 meters, making it particularly conspicuous in the late night rain forest.

Unlike the scene outside the house, there was no green fire at all inside the forest hut.

It was replaced by thick smoke.

The smoke was so choking that the four legendary strongmen in the hut almost held their breath.

Except for tuberculosis.

This female Naga, a legendary diviner, is swaying in the smoke at the moment.

She kept chanting, her snake body swaying, and her arms wrapped in gray mist.

The ballads she sang were simple and timeless, and full of a mysterious and distant artistic conception. The other three legends present had been listening quietly for a while, and they all felt uncomfortable, with a kind of horror lingering in their hearts.

First, Yi Gui, one of the admirals of the navy, came to the cabin in the woods and asked for help from his best friend Mo Qi.

The first divination failed.

Later, two legendary pirate leaders, Hua Sheng and Asa, appeared, bringing with them the sacred objects of Voodoo and asking Mo Qi to divine again.

In the past few days, Mo Qian repeatedly tried divination, but failed repeatedly.

Counting the first time, she has failed four times.

Every failure brought serious injuries to her.

She got injured one after another, but she still kept trying. Every time she healed, rested and brewed, the time became longer and longer.

Each divination method becomes more and more weird and strange, and more and more powerful.

This is her fifth divination, and it should be her last.

According to the rules of the Five Poison Cult, fortune tellers cannot perform divination continuously and repeatedly. However, harvesting the sacred objects of the Voodoo Cult can override this rule.

Asa brought three holy objects, and Hua Sheng brought one.

The fifth time is the last divination, unless a new holy object is found.

In the thick smoke, Hua Sheng leaned on a wooden pillar, squinting his eyes and staring at Mo Tu.

He is tall and thin, with long ears and green hair, and has the unique handsomeness and chicness of the elves.

The thin sword hanging on his waist is very eye-catching.

The handle of the rapier is like a rose bud, delicate and exquisite as a handicraft.

It was with this legendary weapon that Hua Sheng gained his reputation as the Great Sword Master.

Asa was huddled in the corner, and there was only a black mist, and his human form could not be seen.

He specializes in dark magic, possesses the blood of demons, and has a ruthless and vicious nature. This time, he alone brought three sacred objects of Voodoo.

Bright red eyes lit up from time to time in the black fog, revealing that Asa had been paying attention to Mo Tu.

As for Yigui, she looks like a princess, not an admiral.

She was wearing an exaggerated gold-pink princess dress with a wide and fluffy hem. She was wearing long silk gloves and a cute pink lace parasol with the handle hanging on her arm.

The smoke could not hide Yigui's worried look.

Mo Qi is her best friend, and she and Mo Qi have a deep friendship.

But at this moment, Mo's condition made Yi Gui worried.

She has never seen such misery as tuberculosis.

The originally plump figure was now as skinny as a stick.

The originally smooth and bright snake scales turned pale, as if they were cursed with petrification.

The hair of Mo Tong used to be strong and strong, but now it is like a poisoned and hopeless weed, extremely withered.

Mo Qian's mental state was also very abnormal. Sometimes she was giggling, sometimes dumbfounded, sometimes gnashing her teeth, and sometimes shouting fanatically.

Finally, she was tired and stopped.

Her chest was like a bellows and she was panting.

She stretched out her hand and a medicine jar flew into her hand.

Gudong, Gudong...

She opened the medicine jar and poured all the dark green liquid inside into her throat.

"That's enough, stop it, Mo Qi. You have tried your best and reached your limit." Yi Gui finally couldn't help but speak out.

"No." Mo Qi immediately shook his head.

"Hold on, I can hold on longer!"

"I can feel the gaze of the ancestors. They are all here, they are crowded in the room, they are all waiting, waiting for me!"

Yi Gui's eyes twitched: "Don't continue."

"This potion is extremely toxic. You once told me that you can only drink 10 ml each time you use it."

"When you were doing divination before, you used it when healing your wounds, and you also knew how to exercise restraint."

"Look at you now... drinking cans and cans."

"You don't want your life?"

"There is too much toxicity accumulated in your body. How will you treat it in the future?"

Mo Qi drank all the potion in a clay pot, and then dropped the pot on the floor with a bang.

She grinned at Yigui, showing her teeth stained with green water.

"Don't worry. I know it well." Mo Qian comforted his best friend, "My liver has been transformed by me a long time ago. It is very powerful and can detoxify poisons and..."

"vomit!"

Before he could finish speaking, Mo Qian suddenly started vomiting.

The vomit was very strange, like swamp clay or black oil, very thick and emitting a strong stench.

Snapped.

A soft sound.

An internal organ was also spit out.

The three legends present were stunned for a moment.

Hua Sheng no longer relied on the wooden pillar, and Asa's scarlet eyes lit up in the black mist.

Yigui's eyes widened. She recognized it and couldn't help shouting: "Oh my god, this is... your liver."

"You vomited out your liver."

"Without a liver, how do you detoxify?"

Mo Tong's face turned pale, and he forced a smile and said, "It's okay."

"Look, what I vomited are all the residue of the potion that I digested."

"They are all highly poisonous, but now I have spit them out."
To be continued...