early morning

With everyone yesterday, even Tengteng, getting a quenching powder to take, which led to a big increase in the strength of the tribe, and because of the time it takes for the complete absorption of witch medicine and the storage of medicinal materials, Wu will configure a quenching powder for everyone every seven days.

After doing his own thing, Wu called Liang Bo in front of him again and said, "I have decided to accept your opinion." ”

"Really!" Liang Bo didn't expect Wu to figure it out, so he seems to be quite open-minded!

"But you and Butterfly can't follow me, so let the finch and the dead wood come over. Wu added.

Liang Bo nodded, but did not refute, because this is the consensus of this world, witch cultivation and cultivation cannot coexist in the same body, otherwise they will be wiped out.

Liang Bo told Wu'er and Deadwood what Wu said, and the two were naturally excited, and ran to Wu's face, and never left an inch; Liang Bo saw that Wu had no intention of driving him away, so he was cheeky and stayed, and listened to him.

The teaching of witchcraft first starts with witchcraft, which is equivalent to words and pictures, and is one of the sources of witchcraft power; in fact, there are words in the tribe, and each clansman will learn it from an early age and use it to simply record things; but Liang Bo looked at the witchcraft being taught, Liang Bo's head instantly became confused, and the finch and the dead wood learned with relish.

Liang Bo, who knew that he had nothing to do with Wu, moved his gaze from the three of them to the totem pole close at hand; to be honest, this was the first time Liang Bo had seen the totem pole up close, and he had always looked at it from a distance or peeked at it while praying.

The totem pole is a one-person-high bluestone stone pillar, and a certain pattern carved on it has long been indistinguishable, as if it was deliberately destroyed, and it is messy.

Recalling the strange scene of the totem pole during the previous prayer, Liang Bo stood in front of the totem pole and unconsciously immersed in it.

"This is..."Liang Bo only felt that the messy patterns on the totem pole moved, and he was wandering around on the totem pole, as if he wanted to piece it into something.

"Nine-Tailed Fox!"

I don't know how long it tom, Liang Bo found that the totem pole had changed greatly, and the original messy picture had turned into a white fox with nine tails, lifelike, as if it were real.

Oh my God! The nine-tailed fox is a legendary existence in both the past life and the current world, and I didn't expect the totem of my tribe to be so awesome.

It's incredible why you see these things yourself!

Liang Bo, who was still in a state of downtime, was awakened by a familiar voice.

"Brother, are you alright! I've been motionless in front of the totem pole for a long time. The finch said with concern in her big eyes.

"Don't worry!"

"Wu, do you know what the totem of the tribe is?" Liang Bo said tentatively.

Wu shook his head, indicating that he didn't know, even the previous generations of witches didn't know.

"My master, the previous generation of witches, told me that the totem pole was found by the ancestors in an abandoned ruin, and since coming to our tribe, no one knows what the totem is?"

Liang Bo was silent, and when he looked at the totem pole again, he seemed much more kind.

At night, everyone slept peacefully, and Liang Bo was still thinking about what he saw during the day.

The more he thought about it, the more curious he became, and Liang Bo planned to observe the totem pole again to see if there would be a daytime scene. Just as Liang Bo was walking towards the totem pole, he accidentally tripped and fell on Hong's leg that turned over, and he rushed out and hit his head on the totem pole, and the blood also flowed down and stained the totem pole.

The muffled sound of "bang" was particularly harsh in the cave, and it also woke up the clansmen.

"Walk and look at the point. Hong who was woken up was a little dissatisfied, fishing during the day and teaching a few dolls to practice at night, and finally fell asleep and was woken up, as for the blood on Liang Bo's head, Hong didn't care!

Most of the others were the same, including the finch who fell asleep after a little care.

"Wu?" Liang Bo saw Wu in front of the totem pole, and seemed to be begging the totem to forgive Liang Bo for his recklessness.

"Tomorrow, you accompany Hong to guard by the creek until you catch a thin blood realm fish king and give it to the totem, even if it is a punishment for colliding with the totem. After Wu finished speaking, he also lay down and went to sleep.

"Okay!"

Liang Bo was about to go back, knowing that the matter of observing the totem pole was in vain, but the moment he turned around, Liang Bo suddenly found that the blood stains on the totem pole were gone, and he clearly remembered that no one wiped it.

"What's going on?"

At the same time, Liang Bo suddenly found that there seemed to be a bond in his blood, and the other side of this bond was the totem pole.

Nima, what's the situation!

Just when Liang Bo was complaining frantically in his heart, the pattern on the totem pole was pieced together again into a nine-tailed fox, only this time, the nine-tailed fox came to life from the totem pole.

The palm-sized nine-tailed fox circled around Liang Bo in the air, as if observing him.

The seemingly illusory nine-tailed fox was unusually beautiful, with white hair, nine tails swinging around, and a delicate face, even if there was some inexplicable fear in his heart, it still made Liang Bo want to play.

"Take your claws away!" a charming-sounding voice reached Liang Bo's ears, but Liang Bo stopped his evil thoughts in time.

"Are you a totem?"

"Nonsense, the old lady is not a totem, are you?"

"Look at your small example, you dare to call yourself an old lady!" Liang Bo gradually discovered that the nine-tailed fox had no malicious intent, and his courage grew.

"Hmph! When the old lady called for wind and rain, your human race had not yet appeared!"

Liang Bo was speechless for a while, the totem has been inherited for a long time, but his own totem is too good to brag!

Seeing Liang Bo deflated, the nine-tailed fox smiled evilly and said: "I have been sleeping for so many years, but I didn't expect that it was a weak chicken like you who formed a bond with the old lady and woke me up; ”

"Just you?" Although Liang Bo didn't understand why the totem was like this, he could also see that his own totem had no substance, and it was very illusory, giving people the feeling of collapse at the touch of it, this should be a matter of the totem's own strength, "Protect yourself first and then take care of others!"

The nine-tailed fox's face was slightly red, and he defended: "If it hadn't been hit hard a long time ago, just like you, the old lady could have crushed tens of thousands of people with a single hair." ”

Liang Bo found that the nine-tailed fox at this time was actually a little serious, and he wondered in his heart, could it be that his own totem had really lived through the endless years? Is it really powerful?

"The two of us are fetters together, I can't always call you totem and totem! ”

"Whatever you want! Whoever makes the fetters unable to be lifted thinks he is unlucky. ”

In the process of chatting between the two. Liang Bo found that other people in the tribe could not see the Nine-Tails, let alone communicate. Is this another kind of witch?