After sighing with emotion, Ling Zikai said: "Old man, didn't you say that the god clone of the Gus stook an oath to all the Gusi people before he blew himself up?

Speaking of this, Ling Zikai suddenly thought of a terrible question:

Didn't he also get the inheritance of the ancestral god, became a shaman, and healed several people's strange diseases, could he also be cursed and infected with this strange disease?

Thinking of the consequences of contracting a strange disease, Ling Zikai couldn't help but shudder, and goosebumps appeared all over his body.

Fortunately, at this time, the old man said: "We also doubted whether we were cursed, but after the division of the Gusi tribe back then, dozens of large and small tribes were formed, and there were also shaman inheritors in those tribes, why would they be fine, but our people from the Kamor tribe would be cursed?"

"You're saying that of all the descendants of the Gurs, only you members of the Kamor tribe will be infected with this strange disease?"

Ling Zikai asked, and after seeing the old man nodding, he breathed a sigh of relief. Then he asked, "Could it be that for thousands of years, you have not found a cure for the strange diseases on your body?"

Old Man Chen shook his head and said: "In order to solve this disaster, almost every generation has made it the top priority in the clan, and has spent a lot of energy and financial resources.

It seems that the only solution is not to heal the people of the clan for the rest of their lives.

However, since you have obtained the shamanic inheritance, you must shoulder the heavy responsibility entrusted to you by the whole clan, how can you abandon the public for your own selfishness? ”

Old Man Chen picked up the jade bottle on the table and said, "This bottle contains the contents of the ancestors from an indigenous tribe that lived in seclusion in the mountains and was not born.

According to the last words left by the ancestors, it is speculated that this tribe should also be descendants of the Gusi people.

At that time, one of the shamans of the tribe also thought that we Kamor people had been cursed. Although he can't help us to avoid bad luck, for the sake of the fact that they are all descendants of the Gus, he brewed this bottle of potion, saying that it can be used to extend the life of the shaman of your clan in case of a life-threatening situation.

The Patriarch understood what he meant, fearing that one of our shamans would suddenly fall to him before a new shaman was discovered. After taking this medicine, you can live for a while longer, and you can use this time to find the inheritor, so as not to break the inheritance.

If there is no shaman in the clan, it will undoubtedly be the end of the world for those sick in the clan.

Therefore, this bottle of Chinese medicine will never be taken out until the critical moment.

So, since I got this bottle of medicine, I have never opened it. ”

When Ling Zikai heard this, he interjected: "Old man, since the things in the bottle are so precious, you take them out to entertain me today, if there is any danger in the future, what can I do?"

Old Man Chen smiled and said, "Mr. Ling, you don't have to worry about this. Didn't I say before, if it was before, even if you asked me, I wouldn't have taken it out. Because the contents of this bottle are not only related to the lives of me and Yi Yatou. It is also related to the fate of the entire family.

However, now that I meet you, Mr. Ling, the things in it are of little value. ”

Ling Zikai said: "Although I have cured your illness now, I don't dare to guarantee that it will not recur in the future! Doesn't it mean that your diseases are all caused by treating your clansmen? Could it be that you are not willing to treat them again in the future?"

Old Man Chen didn't answer when he heard this, but glanced at Chen Yi.

After Chen Yi hesitated for a moment, he stood up, walked to Ling Zikai's side, suddenly bowed to him, knelt on the ground, and said, "Mr. Ling, please help the little girl if she has something!"

"Miss Chen, what do you mean by that?"

Ling Zikai was startled when he saw this, and hurriedly stretched out his hand to help her up, but when his hands just touched her bare skin like clotted fat, he shrank back again, turned his head and said to Old Man Chen, "Old man, what kind of play are you playing?"

Old Man Chen also stood up, bowed to Ling Zikai, and said, "Mr. Ling, on behalf of the descendants of the entire Kamol tribe, I beg you to grant us a request! Otherwise, the old man will kneel down for you here. ”

Ling Zikai saw that Old Man Chen was also making a gesture to kneel for himself, if he really let an old man of seventy or eighty years old kneel at his feet, how could he afford it! Miss Chen, hurry up, if you look like this, I'm leaving!"

Old Man Chen saw that Ling Zikai was really angry, and he was really afraid that he would turn around and leave, and if he persisted, he was afraid that it would be self-defeating, so he said to Chen Yi: "Yi girl, you get up first! Mr. Ling is a virtuous person, and he will definitely agree to our request!"

Chen Yi heard the old man's command, and kowtowed respectfully to Ling Zikai three times before standing up.

Ling Zikai shook his head helplessly and asked, "Old man, what did you mean by the big shaman you just said?"

Old Man Chen said, "Mr. Ling, in the past, each tribe had its own shaman, but each shaman only served the people in his tribe.

Sometimes, in order to fight against foreign enemies, tribes will form alliances, and in order to act in unison, they will elect a shaman to be the commander-in-chief, and this person is called the Great Shaman.

In today's parlance, it's like the president of a shamanic association!"

Ling Zikai said: "Now there are no tribes in this world, and there are no alliances, and many shamans have broken their inheritance. Besides, I'm not even a shaman, so what kind of shaman do you want me to be?"

"Mr. Ling, let me tell you the truth, the ancestors made an oath back then, if anyone in the whole world can help the descendants of our Kamor tribe to relieve their bad luck, the entire tribe descendants are willing to serve him as the lord for generations. As long as you agree, our Chen family will respect you from now on. ”

Ling Zikai retorted: "Old man, I just cured the illness of the two of you, it can't be regarded as relieving your bad luck!"

Chen Yi was a little anxious when he saw Ling Zikai's repeated excuses, and blurted out: "Mr. Ling, if you can cure our illness, won't you relieve our Chen family's bad luck! As long as you are here, even if our illness recurs in the future, we don't have to worry about it anymore!"

As soon as Chen Yi said this, Ling Zikai finally understood their intention to make himself a great shaman, it turned out that he wanted to tie himself to their Chen family forever.

You must know that the reason why you are willing to help them treat their illness this time is just a transaction. If the disease recurs in the future, won't you ask yourself again, not to mention whether you are willing to help them treat them at that time is still unknown.

To say that he wants to be a great shaman is actually not to spend some more price, but to hire a private doctor.