Ampton narrowed his eyes and stared at Schliemann, as if he wanted to understand the man in front of him.
"Why are you telling me this..."
"Because you asked."
Ampton exhaled and straightened up.
"You've started to let down your guard against me, is that okay?"
"Aren't you also letting down your guard against me?"
Schliemann stood up and continued: "Relying on your erudite knowledge of the royal family, help me analyze it. What on earth is this?"
"If you mean those legends, I can think about it."
"It's still a legend. Doesn't the incident in Hisoka Kingdom prove that it's not a legend?"
"The incident about the descendants of the ancient god only proves that part is not a legend...it does not prove...
Well, if the legend is true, after the soul of the second ancient god flowed freely and corroded the earth to form the blue sea, his soul did not dissipate.
The giant hand that suddenly appeared in the blue sea during the ghost mist incident may be part of the soul of the second ancient god.
If this inference is correct, then what you have in your hand is a fragment of the soul of an ancient god. "
Schliemann wanted to throw away the leaf pendant, but he couldn't bear it.
"Are you so unlucky? I thought I was lucky! Without this thing, I wouldn't be able to get out of the blue sea..."
Ampton ignored Schliemann's words at all. He had been thinking about a question in his mind.
"I'm just wondering, why aren't you affected by Bi Hai's Whisper? Were you like that when you first came here?"
"Affected, I'm just used to it, and those whispers... only make me want to go home more."
Ampton took the pendant and played with it in his hand again, frowning.
"Supposedly, it should have the characteristic of whispering, but why does it have no effect... Could it be that the godhead has been annihilated?
I said, you'd better not let it absorb this black mist, and don't awaken the godhead again, those are the soul fragments of the ancient gods after all..."
Schliemann quickly put the pendant into his leather bag and stuffed it into his pocket. He had made up his mind not to use it again unless absolutely necessary.
After learning that the black paste under his feet was the soul of an ancient god who had lost his godhead, Schliemann could no longer look directly at these things. He could not even look directly at the mushrooms growing on it.
It turns out that what people in this world eat are all things nourished by the souls of ancient gods!
He looked at Selu who was already far away from him, thinking about how to politely ask to leave.
However, under the light of the torch, Selu's state startled him.
She was squatting there, chewing something.
"Ah, what are you eating?"
Selu turned her head, a bright red blush hanging on the corner of her mouth.
"Ah? Let me try it and see the effect."
Schliemann was shocked by Selu's boldness, rather than her ignorance.
He ran over and knocked the bright red mushroom with some white spots out of Selu's hand. He carefully observed Selu's eyes. When he saw that there was no bad condition, he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Why do you think you would taste something that even Shennong didn't dare to taste when he came here?!"
Selu pouted and began to put her bottles and jars into her bag. Those bottles and jars were filled with all kinds of mushrooms.
"Why are you pretending to be that?"
"I'll take it away and study it."
"No mushrooms are allowed on my ship!"
"Then I won't raise him on the boat."
The next trip was cancelled, Schliemann was helpless, and Ampton sighed repeatedly.
The reason why the next arrangement was canceled was because Selu still had an abnormal state on the way back to Dark Star City.
It was very slight at first, she just stretched out her hand to catch it in mid-air as she walked.
Things didn't get better after that. She held a ball of air, chatted happily, and laughed a few times from time to time.
Schliemann took a look and realized that Selu had been poisoned by eating fungi.
Fortunately, there was a traffic jam in this old tunnel, and an old coachman immediately came up with an emergency plan.
While the anxious two were scrambling, he brought a water bag and a black thing, which also exuded a foul smell.
He first coaxed Sailu to drink a lot of water, and then stuffed the black stuff into Sailu's mouth.
There was no doubt that Selu vomited.
There were not only red mushrooms in the vomit, but also gray-white and cyan ones.
The old coachman clicked his tongue when he saw the ingredients of the vomit, found more black stench, and rubbed Selu around.
In the end, Selu vomited and was dying, but fortunately her strange symptoms were slowly fading.
After thanking the coachman, Schlieman carried Selu and ran to Dark Star City, because according to the old coachman, this was just a life-threatening situation, and to be cured, he had to go to the city to find a priest.
They passed through the black horned worm trucks one after another. Finally, after a black horned worm pushed its butt and cleared out a few black clumps, Schliemann and Ampton realized that the old coachman had just stuffed some into Selu's mouth. What.
Fortunately, Ferron was accommodating to the three people's requests. Under Schliemann's request that "our identities must not be revealed," the priest arrived quickly.
After being in a coma for seven hours, Selu finally woke up with a groan.
Schliemann and Ampton looked at each other and smiled helplessly.
"How are you?"
"much better."
Selu sat up and covered her head. Memories came back to life, including the extremely unpleasant vomiting memory.
"Ah, it's better to just die..."
In the cave outside Dark Star City, Mersin was looking at the collapsed cave in front of him with a frown.
"Oops...how many borers are needed to do this kind of damage..."
Walter stood on the edge of the collapse and looked down. The torch could not illuminate the bottom, and it was dark below.
"Don't worry about the borers for now. Are you sure you can reach the edge of the empty island in this direction?"
"I'm sure, but what we are looking for is a road that can be used by vehicles to minimize the distance required for excavation. This is our task.
But now it seems we have to change direction. "
Mersin turned around and left. She remembered that there was a tunnel with a low slope in the direction she had just come from, and she wanted to go back to see if she could avoid the collapse area.
Half an hour later, behind a bend, Mersin heard sobbing.
Walter protected her behind him, carefully pulled out his sword, and moved forward slowly while holding the torch.
It was a figure wearing a black robe. He was sitting on the edge of the collapsed hole, his shoulders constantly swaying.
Mersin took a breath when he saw the robe.
This man is from the Dark God Cult, and judging by his outfit, he seems to be of a relatively low level.
She pulled Walter and warned in a low voice: "People from the Dark God Cult!"
The voice was still heard by the other party. The man turned around and his gray hair emerged from his hood.
"It's over! There is no way to go! Everyone will die now..."
Mersin took another breath. She knew this person. He was Bishop Pastin of the Darkin Cult in Dark Star City.
