Chapter 2: Manipulating the Clone

"Well, it's the same if I go out first and then study slowly. Zhao Hong asked.

"This tree is not ordinary, Qin Gui only made a small movement, when you can go out, the movement of this treasure tree when it is unearthed must be earth-shattering. You may not be able to protect this thing from so many people, after all, this is not a small thing that can be taken away from you, but a big tree. ”

"I see. ”

The suggestion of the auspicious grass is very tempting, cultivate the clone, and the body is here to comprehend the mysteries of the runes, all in order to be able to reach the realm of soul casting.

Only when you reach the Soul Casting Realm can you officially get the key to open the road to the strong.

And now Zhao Hong's realm is very low. Compared to the soul casting, it is like a world of mud.

Zhao Hong has a lot of things to do, but these things are inseparable from strength.

Zhao Hong just thought for a moment, and then said firmly: "Okay, just do it!"

But this time, Jixiangcao did not answer Zhao Hong.

"Looks like he knows. Zhao Hong closed his eyes, "Before comprehending the mysteries of these runes, I should still take a look at how my doppelganger is, I have successfully controlled the doppelganger just now, I haven't had time to see how the situation is, and I need to practice a multi-purpose method, otherwise it will definitely be very inconvenient." ”

Zhao Hong made up his mind to cultivate here until he comprehended the mystery in this rune, or at least until he had the ability to protect this tree from being snatched away by anyone, even if Xia Mengwei's level of master came, he could also deal with it calmly, so that no one dared to covet this tree.

At that time, Zhao Hong will come out of the ground.

On the one hand, it is for himself, and on the other hand, he does not want the people who live here to suffer any more unjustified disasters.

The blood of gods and demons caused a catastrophe for the dead, and Zhao Hong analyzed it according to the records in the ancient books he had read, and it was very likely that the blood of gods and demons was only a very small drop.

A little bit of the blood of gods and demons has scourged the people here into such a shape, I really can't imagine what kind of consequences this towering tree formed by the flesh and blood of gods and demons will be caused if it is obtained by those who have power, power and ambition.

Although there is no distinction between good and evil power, good is good if it is used, and evil is evil, but Zhao Hong would rather feel that those who may use this tree are evil, and take this power into his own hands. In this way, it is the best for the people who live here.

Zhao Hong's mind was condensed, and he concentrated on controlling his doppelganger, Qin Gui.

After a while, Qin Gui's body regained its senses, felt the temperature around him, asked about the taste, and heard a voice.

"What do you see this is?"

Qin Gui was lying in a simple and luxuriously furnished hut with three people in the room.

A shriveled woman with a yellow face and thin muscles, and her height is less than Qin Gui's shoulders.

A middle-aged woman in her forties and fifties with a slightly chubby body.

A thin teenager of the same age as Qin Gui and malnourished.

It was the shriveled woman who spoke, holding a plate with a bowl of soup in his hand.

The middle-aged woman and the thin teenager craned their necks and glanced at them, "Isn't this just a bowl of soup...... Wow, it smells so good, what does this taste so good!"

The shriveled woman smiled: "This soup is the best soup I have ever seen, it is very nourishing, I heard that there are some medicinal herbs added to it, we may not be able to afford such a bowl after ten years." Didn't a group of doctors come a few days ago, and a few nervous warlocks, they tossed around the little beast for two days, almost tossed the little beast to death, and didn't toss any results, someone proposed to use a dead horse as a live horse doctor, and made a recipe for the little beast to drink. As I saw them off, I asked the warlock what kind of soup it was, and the warlock told me mysteriously......"

The shriveled woman said this, deliberately lengthening her voice, and the two people who were anxious to listen to her scratched their ears and cheeks.

"What did he say, tell me quickly. ”

"yes, don't sell it, say it quickly. ”

The shriveled woman looked at the soup bowl in her hand, and then at the two listeners who were in a hurry, and she was very satisfied with the performance of these two people, and she wanted this effect.

"Hey, what's this soup...... In fact, it is made from a kind of wild grass. How awesome it is. ”

Middle-aged women and emaciated teenagers were confused.

The thin young man asked puzzledly, "What is the wild grass?" ”

"What! you don't even know the wild grass?!" said the shriveled woman, pretending to exaggerate, as if she had heard a shocking tone.

"Oh, it's no wonder, how many people you can contact and how many things you know, and it's not strange that you don't know the wild grass. ”

The shriveled woman has a condescending tone, as if she knows more than others, as if she is superior to others.

The middle-aged woman and the thin young man looked at the shriveled woman with disdain, this woman was actually similar to them, probably from the warlock to inquire about something, and came here to show his superiority.

The shriveled woman saw that these two people were just looking at her with strange eyes, and she didn't react, she felt a little uncomfortable, so she simply continued: "Wild grass is a kind of grass that grows in the south. The South knows, not the countries of the South, as you understand it, but the more southern, the wilderness that humans will never be able to enter. The herbs that came out of that place are called wild grass in our place. ”

"Oh, so that's the case, so what's the effect of the wild grass in this soup?"

Hearing someone ask this question, the shriveled woman immediately came to her senses: "The effect is too strong!"

Speaking of this, he suddenly realized that the movement of his speech was a little too loud, and immediately lowered his voice, moved half a step forward, and wanted to put the bowl in his hand on the table, but he was entangled for a while, and he was not reluctant, so he took the bowl, leaned into the ears of the two, and whispered in the ears of the two like thieves.

"This thing can strengthen the body, and with good luck, it can even make ordinary people become warriors!"

"What!"

When the two heard this, they were taken aback.

He got up from his chair with a thud.

The shriveled woman hurriedly took two steps back: "Be careful, if you knock over the soup bowl, it will be broken." ”

The middle-aged woman calmed down a little: "Ah, I'm sorry I'm too excited. ”

And the thin young man, his eyes were red, and he looked at the bowl in the shriveled woman's hand without saying a word, and his eyes were full of madness, like a beast that chooses people to devour.

He looked at the bowl of soup in the shriveled woman's hand, and felt the urge to rush up and snatch it up and drink it all, but then something came to mind. Suddenly his face turned pale, as if he had lost all his strength, and he fell into his chair.