"What kind of bloodline and physique are needed to raise a chameleon? Will it be raised to death by others?" The fat man was obviously very puzzled after hearing what Alang said. I was the same, thinking that this statement was too far-fetched.
It’s not about cultivating some magical power. Isn’t the skill of domesticating animals acquired?
Alang was silent for a while, then opened his collar and exposed the upper half of his chest. We looked at it and couldn't help but exclaimed softly. It turned out that there were countless dense and crisscrossing scars on that strong chest, connected to each other like a chain.
There is a spider web of flesh and blood, and the depth of each scar is different from old to new, so it is obvious that they were not cut on the same day.
"Yimu geckos, as well as several other kinds of geckos raised in the church, in addition to ordinary feed, must be fed with the heart and blood of the breeder. Although it does not need to be too much, it must be ensured at least once every three days, and
The blood of ordinary people is of no use at all. Only the warm blood of those with suitable physiques can have the power of witchcraft to promote magical powers."
"So you have to cut your chest with a knife every three days and take out some blood to feed it, until now..." Looking at the hideous scars on Alang's chest, I think the answer is self-evident.
A Lang said feebly: "Yes, in this way, the gecko not only gets nourished by the power of witchcraft, but also has a complete spiritual connection with me, remembering the smell of my blood, and from now on, only I will be it."
The owner of the gecko can control all its actions according to his thoughts. My superior, Yuchan, told me that if I could cultivate at least one gecko of each type in the sect, then I would have a chance to be promoted to the upper three levels.
Even if there is only one of them now, as long as I can raise it to perfection, I can have enough food and clothing."
The fat man said strangely: "That's not right, then if they snatch your Otomu Gecko away, how are they going to drive it away? Didn't you say it only remembers the smell of your blood?"
"Yes, so just take out my heart, process it with magic spells, and make it into a witchcraft staff. People who hold witchcraft staff can achieve the same control effect through certain spells and incantations.
Therefore, the final fate of most of us gecko breeders is that after being trained by evil witches for a lifetime, their hearts are cut open and turned into staffs in the hands of the gecko elders."
Alang's tone was very indifferent, and it didn't seem like he was talking about his own experience at all, but we who were listening on the side were all silent. Although we had already guessed that the evil witch cult was doing evil things and taking human life seriously, we didn't expect that even if it was against
My own followers also treat them as consumables and throw them away after use.
This also shows that the people who kidnapped Aying actually wanted more than just the Yimu Gonggong he had trained. They also needed his whole body of blood and the heart that could control the Gonggong. They actually wanted
Alang had to choose between his own life and his sister's.
"Don't worry, we will definitely help you rescue your sister. You don't have to sacrifice your heart to get her back." I patted Alang on the shoulder and said, and the other party gratefully gave me a unique local raised hand salute.
The mother-in-law glanced at Alang, and said with some disdain and some concern: "Although you have the talent to feed the palace guard with your body, your level of cultivating poison is really not good enough. This level can't be used to deal with scorpion stings."
Well, if you meet Spider Hei who is of the same level but is proficient in Gu, you will probably lose more than you win, right?"
After listening to his mother-in-law's merciless accusation, Alang couldn't help but blush a little, and said hesitantly: "Senior said, because I have been specially trained to guard the palace since I was a child, I have basically only mastered some introductory parts of voodoo.
I haven’t cultivated them in depth, and I secretly learned some of them from other members of the cult, so until now, I can barely control a few kinds of Gu creatures, and none of them are very aggressive.”
Granny Ghost pinched her fingers and said: "Well, let me guess, among the Gus you have, the most lethal one is probably the Desolate Stream Longhorn Gu, followed by at most some Hemp Powder Gu, Spotted Gu and the like.
The effect is slow and the attack intensity is low, so the symptoms are almost the same as those of common diseases."
"Yes, yes...Apart from Yimu Guarding the Palace, the only Gu I can rely on is the longhorned beetle Gu..." Looking at the beads of sweat dripping down Alang's head, Fatty and I couldn't help but chuckle a little at this scene.
We both thought of being scolded by the class teacher for failing to do well in the exam.
Alang seemed to have thought of something, and quickly reminded him: "By the way, in addition to the Gu, I also have some temporarily prepared miasma with me. When I escaped from the cult, I took it with me just in case."
Yes, those ones still have a certain degree of lethality when facing enemies at close range."
"Oh, are you still carrying the miasma?" Granny Ghost raised her eyebrows, as if she had finally gained some interest, as if a student had finally found a question with a clever solution among a page full of wrong questions, "Which one
The miasma is planted, is it peach blossom miasma?"
Alang seemed a little embarrassed, scratched his head and said: "How can such a high-level miasma be obtained by a small character like me? It's like a miasma of ecstasy..." His voice became softer and softer, obviously speaking.
In front of my mother-in-law, a master of voodoo arts, the more I spoke, the less confident I became.
The mother-in-law shook her head and said: "Well, it's impossible for you to make any breakthroughs these days. Give me the Miasma and I'll see if I can change it into something more practical. I'm here
There is a pill you can take and put in the seedbed of beetle poison, it may have some effect."
The mother-in-law took out a white pill as big as a pigeon egg from the drawer next to her. If anyone swallowed it directly, they would probably choke to death.
Alang was flattered and quickly took the pill from the old lady. You must know that although he is a member of the evil witch sect, the other party only regarded him as a machine to raise geckos, and did not think about teaching and instructing him in detail and completeness.
, causing Alang to get involved with Spider Black at a young age, but aside from guarding the palace, his own strength is actually only at the level of Scorpion Sting.
Now having Gui Granny, who is no less than a top cadre in the church, a master of voodoo magic to give personal guidance, for Alang, every word and deed is worth a thousand dollars, and he has benefited a lot.
Then my mother-in-law took out a few more Spirit Gu and taught him the instructions for activating it. After all, the three of us were going to the old factory together, and my mother-in-law had to stay because she had to take care of Grandma Alang, so there had to be one who knew better.
Someone from the Gu Magic School will use the Lingxi Sound Transmission Gu so that if the three of us are separated by some emergency, we will have a way to contact you.
She seemed to hesitate for a moment, and then tied a silk thread to Alang's wrist with a snap of her fingers. She closed her eyes and searched for a while, as if judging the opponent's physique. Then she took out a few blue butterflies that she had seen several times before.
Come on, I remember it seems to be called Zhiyun Butterfly?