Old Man Chen only cared about Chen Yi's life and death before, and did not see the scene of spontaneous combustion of the black animal skin, but now when he heard that the holy relic was destroyed, it was not equivalent to his life. For a while, he trembled with anger and shouted loudly: "Ling Zikai, you actually destroyed the inheritance holy relics of my Kamor tribe, I want to fight with you!"

After finishing speaking, regardless of his old age and frailty, he bumped into Ling Zikai head-on.

"Old man, listen to my explanation!"

Ling Zikai wanted to avoid Old Man Chen, but he was afraid that after his momentum failed, he would hit his head against the wall, so he had to hug his body, turn around and shout to Chen Yi: "Chen Yi, why don't you hurry up and persuade the old man!"

Hearing this, Chen Yi hurriedly ran up, grabbed the old man's arm, and persuaded: "Grandpa, don't get angry first, I think this matter may not be as simple as we imagined!"

Old Man Chen blew his beard and glared and said, "What is not simple! Ling Zikai, you have to compensate my tribe for the holy relics!"

Ling Zikai smiled bitterly: "Old man, how do you want me to compensate!"

"Grandpa, it's already happened, and it's useless to get angry. You better sit down and talk about it first!"

Chen Yi helped his puffing grandfather sit down on the stool, glanced at Ling Zikai, and said with a somewhat complicated expression: "Zikai, we also know that the holy relic is unique in this world, since it has been destroyed, even if you have great ability, you have not found it." Let's not talk about how to compensate, there is one thing that you must explain to us!"

"What's the matter?"

"What did you do to the artifact that caused it to turn to ashes? ”

Ling Zikai hesitated, not knowing how to explain it in order to make the other party believe it.

Without waiting for him to speak, Chen Yi continued: "You don't have to prevaricate with something that you don't know what's going on. To tell you the truth, as a sacred relic, it has been passed down to the present in the long years, and it has its own uniqueness. Don't say it's a fire soaked in water, even if you cut it with a sharp sword, it can't leave a single mark on its body, how can it turn to ashes for no reason? ”

Ling Zikai asked, "What is possible?"

Chen Yi glanced at Ling Zikai and said, "That is, the holy relic recognizes that you are a true inheritor. If I'm not mistaken, that black animal skin didn't really disappear, but merged into your body!"

Ling Zikai was taken aback when he heard this, just now when the black animal skin turned into ashes, he really felt as if there was something more in his body, and he hurriedly used his consciousness to investigate his body.

Although he did not find the existence of the black animal skin in his consciousness, with his intuition, Ling Zikai could sense that the black animal skin was indeed in his body, fused with the other two inheritance items he had obtained earlier, and was hidden in a place that he could not discover.

Seeing that Ling Zikai's expression was a little uncertain, Chen Yi was even more sure that his guess was not wrong, so he sighed and said, "Zikai, I still remember that when I was on Hong Kong Island, my grandfather and I once proposed to ask you to be the great shaman of our Kamol tribe, but you refused. Now, the Inheritance Relic has chosen you as the inheritor, then, from now on, you will be the shaman of our Kamor tribe! This is a good thing for everyone. Grandpa, what do you say?"

Hearing Chen Yi's explanation, Old Man Chen also somewhat understood his granddaughter's thoughts.

If Ling Zikai could really agree to serve as the shaman of the Kamor clan, then even if this inheritance artifact was destroyed, it would not matter much.

Although the holy relics have been circulated in the tribe for countless years, they cannot really resolve the bad luck of the tribe, but after meeting Ling Zikai, it has brought good news to everyone.

"Ling Zikai, if you are willing to serve as the shaman of my Kamol tribe, then not only can we no longer pursue the destruction of the holy relics, but also, from now on, the entire Kamol tribe will respect you!

Hearing that Old Man Chen had made an ultimatum to himself, if it weren't for the fact that he had indeed arrived at the inheritance of the holy relics, Ling Zikai really had some doubts about this scene, whether it was because their grandfather and grandson had dug a big hole for themselves and forced themselves to jump into it.

It seems that even if you don't agree, you have to agree!

After Ling Zikai pondered for a long time, he said helplessly: "It seems that I was forced to go to Liangshan by you!

Seeing that Ling Zikai agreed, a smile appeared on the faces of Old Man Chen and Chen Yi, it seems that this visit to Yunhai is worth it.

Chen Yi said with a smile: "Zikai, since you have become the shaman of my Kamol tribe, now you can always tell us the recipe of that fruit wine!"

Ling Zikai said angrily: "What a formula, didn't you say there was no one a long time ago!

Seeing the disbelief on the faces of Chen Yi's grandfather and grandson, Ling Zikai didn't talk nonsense, took a cup, poured boiled water into it, injected a piece of ancestral energy, handed it to Chen Yi, and said, "You drink this boiling water, maybe the effect is even better than that fruit wine!"

Chen Yi took the cup suspiciously, and after taking a sip, he couldn't help but exclaim: "This is obviously a glass of boiled water, how can it become like this?" Grandpa, you can taste it!"

Old Man Chen took the cup in Chen Yi's hand, took a sip, and said in the same horror: "How did you do it? What did you add to this water?"

"Did you see what I put in there?"

Chen Yi shook his head and said, "Although we haven't seen it, even if you can do magic, it is impossible to have such an effect, unless you know how to do a mysterious spell!"

"If you think it's a spell, it's barely enough to make do. That's right, I did add something mysterious to the boiling water. As for what it is, you can't understand it. What I can tell you is—"

Ling Zikai paused for a moment, and said a little proudly: "As long as I want, anything in this world, I can let them have that magical effect." In other words, unless it's a fruit wine that I make myself, it's useless even if I give you the recipe. ”

Chen Yi's grandfather and grandson looked at each other when they heard this, and they suddenly felt a little lost in their hearts.

Originally, it was thought that as long as the recipe was obtained, it would be able to produce fruit wine on a large scale, which could be supplied to the tribe for a long time, improve their health, and resolve the strange diseases that had been inherited for thousands of years. Now it seems that it is just my own wishful thinking.

Of course, he can also ask Ling Zikai to brew some fruit wine, but as he said before, with his own strength, even if he brews it for a lifetime, how much fruit wine can he make?