The three of them walked slowly to the third floor.

Listening to the sound of "squeak, squeak" coming from the slab, little Attu was a little worried that the slab would not be able to support the weight of Grandma Wind Chimes and would be crushed.

When she reached the third floor, Grandma Wind Chime sat on a wide animal skin blanket and made a "bang" sound, as if she had fallen down a mountain of meat.

She motioned for them to sit down.

Little Atul pulled Mu Qing to sit opposite, and the bodies of the two of them were compared with this wind chime grandmother, just like a young rabbit to a bull, and like worshipping a big Buddha.

"Tell me, that little bastard of the Sycamore, what trouble has you caused me again!"

Although she called the old shaman musk deer a "little bastard", Mu Qing and Xiao Attu could hear it, and her tone was full of concern for the juniors.

Little Atul's eyes suddenly turned red, and he told the story of his tribe being washed in blood, naturally skipping the cause and effect, only saying that somehow, the soul clan suddenly came to wreak havoc after the hunting period, and at that time he and this "younger brother" were playing in the woods, so they escaped the catastrophe.

Later, he and his "younger brother" trekked through mountains and rivers, and found this place according to the old shaman Wu Musk Deer's old memories mentioned before his death.

After listening to Little Attu's story, Grandma Fengchi's fat face shook a few times, poked the cane a few times, made a few muffled sounds, and said with a sigh: "Sycamore, this little bastard, I told him not to leave back then, but he didn't listen!"

As soon as the words fell, the young man of the blood clan below ran up as if he was flying, and shouted, "Grandma, you called me?"

Grandma Feng Chime said angrily: "I'll call you a head, get down to the store for me!"

"Oh......"

The young man said yes and walked away.

"Nothing to do! See if I don't break your twelve ribs at night!"

Grandma Wind Chime scolded. sprinkled all the breath in my heart on this grandson.

After calming down her emotions, Grandma Fengchi glanced at Mu Qing, who was wrapped in a cloak, and then looked at little Atul, and asked with the concern of the elders: "So, Atul, you and your brother are here to defect, and you are ready to return to my Fengwu Department?"

Little Atul shook his head slowly, glanced at Mu Qing again, and said, "Grandma Wind Chime, actually...... The...... Not my brother, he's much older than me, but he seems to have been born with a strange disease, he ...... He's not tall, and he doesn't look like us......"

Little Attu said that Mu Qing had taken off his hood and revealed his face.

Grandma Fengchi's naked eyes suddenly widened, she really had never seen a "monster" like Mu Qing!

Mu Qing hurriedly saluted Grandma Wind Chime with the etiquette of the blood clan, and reached out to pull her fat hand, ready to put her forehead on it.

Grandma Fengchi's fat and big hand on her knee shrank back, glared at Mu Qing and said, "You, you, what are you doing?"

Little Atul snorted out laughing, and hurriedly explained: "Grandma Wind Chime, this is my Uncle Mu Qing, he is our blood clan, so naturally he wants to give you a gift to the old man!"

With a "bang", Grandma Wind Chime's throat bulged like a frog, and she swallowed a big mouthful of saliva before she said, "He...... It's our bloodline, it's a monster no matter how you look at it!"

Mu Qing's face was full of shame, and said: "Grandma Wind Chime, you see, with your old knowledge, you can see how other clansmen will see me when they see me!

Little Attu hurriedly added: "So, we came this time to ask Grandma Fengchi to think of a way to cure my Uncle Mu Qing's 'strange disease'." Even if it can't be cured, just think of a way, use a magic weapon or exercise, and let him be the same as a normal person!"

Hearing Mu Qing speak an authentic and fluent blood dialect, Grandma Feng Chime finally calmed down, reached out and touched Mu Qing's skull, and then pulled the flesh on his face, and said in a deep voice: "The body is very strong...... However, this strange disease...... I haven't seen it yet!"

Mu Qing said: "The younger generation is actually not a disease, the shaman master of our tribe, that is, the senior of the Wu musk deer, said that I was born like this, it was brought in the womb of my mother, and it was a mutation!"

Little Attu added: "Uncle Mu Qing, like my mother, was picked up by the shaman's grandfather on the road, and he was like this when he was picked up. ”

Grandma Feng Chime scratched her fat face and said, "Since it's not a disease, then you don't need to be treated." But your appearance is indeed ...... It's scary!If you use some magic weapon or exercise to cover it up......"

She seemed to suddenly remember something and asked, "What kind of exercises do you practice?"

Mu Qing guessed that the method that Grandma Feng Chime remembered should be related to the exercises she was cultivating, otherwise she wouldn't have asked so, so she said, "It was the 'True Saint Blood Refining Technique' that the shaman master passed on to me." ”

"What!" Grandma Wind Chime was startled again, and said hurriedly: "He passed on your True Saint Blood Refining Technique?

"What, is there anything wrong with this exercise?" Mu Qing asked.

Grandma Wind Chime shook her head and said, "No! Of course not!"

He also said: "This exercise is also considered to be of the highest grade in the method of refining essence and blood, but this exercise does not have the method of condensing the holy horn, and it can only mislead people to condense that 'bottomless pit'!

Hearing this, Mu Qing lowered her head slowly, avoiding the sight of Grandma Wind Chime.

How could this move escape Grandma Wind Chime's eyes, she suddenly screamed again, and said, "Are you really going to fill that 'bottomless pit'? Look, I'll see!"

As a last resort, Mu Qing raised her head.

The upright stripe at the center of his forehead and eyebrows was about an inch and a half long, and the two ends were pointed, the middle was wide, and the width was already a fifth of an inch, and the color was darker, and he really had the rudiments of an eye.

Grandma Wind Chime was taken aback by Mu Qing's appearance before, and she didn't notice his "Blood Magic Eye", but at this moment, her face suddenly changed, and she stumbled and said, "You, you, how long have you been refining?"

As soon as I heard this, I knew that this wind chime grandmother was an expert.

Seeing that he couldn't hide it, Mu Qing had no choice but to say, "I've been refining for some years, what about the holy power and origin power that have been injected...... It should be quite a lot!"

Of course, Grandma Wind Chime knows that the blood clan monks condense this outside the body, and the holy power is still secondary, especially what is lacking is the origin power, because their blood clan cannot devour the origin power of others like the soul clan monks, even refining the essence blood can bring a small increase in the origin power, but compared with the origin power that directly devours others, it is a drop in the bucket.

Looking at the form of this "Blood Magic Eye" on Mu Qing's forehead, she has definitely taken a big step, and then looking at Mu Qing's age, how old can she be?

"Where did you get so much Origin Power? Tell me the truth!" Grandma Wind Chime's tone became serious.

Mu Qing peeked at Xiao Atu, and said in her heart: The less people know about the fact that she is "both a blood clan and a soul clan", the better! However, she begged others to do something, it seems that this wind chime grandmother really has a way to do it, and it seems that this matter cannot be hidden.

So he said helplessly: "The younger generation is actually ...... In fact, he also cultivated a soul clan exercise, called 'soul catching and shadow catching', and those origin powers were all devoured from the soul clan cultivators......"

"Devouring the Soul Clan!?" Grandma Wind Chime was shocked again, and suddenly thought of the rumor that had been in the limelight recently, and her naked eyes widened, and she asked in a deep voice, "You ...... Is that the 'Blood Demon Hunter'?"

Under the gaze of this wind chime grandmother, Mu Qing was like a child who had made a mistake, nodded and said, "That's what others said, and the juniors didn't ......"

"Hahaha......"

Grandma Wind Chime laughed heartily and kept tapping the floor with the cane in her hand, making a "knock knock" sound.

His grandson swooped up again, and when he saw his grandmother's laughter trembling and crazy, he knew that she was still not calling himself, and went down in dismay......

Her smile stunned Mu Qing and Xiao Atul, and looked at this meat Buddha blankly.

After laughing for a while, Grandma Feng Chime finally wiped the tears from the laughter in her eyes and said, "You are a blood clan, you can control soul power! Great opportunity! Great opportunity! Great opportunity! You have become a good mutation! Wonderful to change! Quack!"

He also said: "In the past few years, dozens of small soul tribes have been slaughtered by your kid, and those soul clans who are scared are frightened! Relieve anger! Enjoyable! I haven't been so happy for thousands of years! That 'little bastard' has picked up a treasure!"