Banished To Another World by Yi Ren Bei

FULL INDEX - COMPLETE LIST OF CHAPTERS: Categories Genre: Action, Adventure, All, Completed, Drama, Fantasy, Martial Arts, Mature, Romance, Supernatural, Yaoi Status: Completed Tags Authors: Yi Ren Bei, 易人北
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Chapter 395: The Provoked Mo Da-Ren.

As the Jiu Yuan people and the Curse-Witch Zhou Wu were taken away by the guards of the temple, Yu-Jia followed them with his servants and warriors, and the five cities including Ancheng-Dark City separated.

The two cities of Shuicheng-Water and City Mucheng-Forest are walking together, Tucheng-Earth City was walking alone.

Ancheng-Dark City took a step slower, and walked side by side with Huocheng-Fire City High Priest.

Huocheng-Fire City High Priest An-Bu was talking to a thin, dark-faced old man, "How? Did you see it?”

The old man wiped away the blood from his nostrils and said lightly, "With the Curse-Witch Zhou Wu, the Jiu Yuan came with five people, two of whom certainly did not have the Fruit of Witchcraft and that includes the Curse-Witch Zhou Wu."

"What about the Jiu Yuan Chief and the teenager?”

"I feel that the Jiu Yuan Chief has a very special spiritual fluctuation, as for the teenager... I can't see it." The old man wiped the blood from his nostrils again.

An-Bu stopped and pegged at the old man. His face was cold and unfriendly. "You should know why I brought you to Wucheng- City of Witches."

The skinny old man bowed his head. "Yes."

"If it weren't for the High Priest of Tianqiancheng-Heaven City who died out of nowhere, I wouldn't need you at all."

"Yes."

"If you want to become a lower city and not be swallowed up by Tianqiancheng-Heaven City, do your best, or your city will not exist come next year."

"Yes."

Liu Yan interrupted at this time: "Before the Jiu Yuan came, I had already predicted that the Fruit of Witchcraft would definitely appear at the Nine Cities gathering."

An-Bu turned his head. "If it hadn't been for Liu Yan Da-Ren, I would have sent someone to turn the Jiu Yuan over first."

Liu Yan looked at the slender old man. "You said you couldn't see the fluctuation of the young man's soul?”

"Yes."

An-Bu did not react until then, and his face was shocked. "How strong is the young man's soul?!"

"That's the only disciple who the Curse-Witch Zhou Wu has seen and accepted after many asked to be his disciple for so many years."

"I think the teenager talks childish and a little silly..."

Liu Yan lowered his eyelids. "Do you and I not know that people can't be seen on the surface when they reach this age?”

An-Bu was silent, just as the clouds of the sky obscured the sunshine, so that half of his expression is hidden in the shadow.

The little skinny old man did not know what he was thinking, his head bent, and no one could see the intense resentment he had seen in his eyes.

In another corner of Wucheng-City of Witches.

A young man convulsed painfully in the pool and he was suffocating.

"Fu Dian!" The man struggled out of the pool.

The heavy beard beside the pool waited for the strong man to grab the young man's hand. "Witch Zhe Li, what do you see?”

Zhe Li turned his eyes white and shouted with all his strength, "The Fruit of Witchcraft... It’s here. We must... Get it! Uh!”

Fu Dian hugged Zhe Li to keep him from sinking into the water pool again. "Enough, don't look any more. We're strong enough."

"No... Not enough... We must get the Fruit of Witchcraft, eliminate the Jiu Yuan, the bone bridge... The bone bridge is about to appear..." Zhe Li's bod shook violently by, and the whole person collapsed in Fu Dian's arms.

Fu Dian wanted to ask him what the bone bridge was. He could not bear to let him torture himself, and he would take him out of the pool and walk to another room.

Wucheng - City of Witches Temple, Quipa asked Grand Witch Xiang to be refused, stood at the door for a moment, and left.

Inside the shrine, a fat man reclined on dozens of cushions, closed his eyes and asked, "Quipa’s gone?”

"Um." Sounds came from the balcony. A man with bizarre hair style and extremely beautiful face leaned on the balcony to pinch open the shell of a nut and ate the nut. The shell was thrown out casually.

"I'm dying, Quipa. He has been waiting too long for that day." The huge body was gasping violently even as he spoke.

"If you don't prophesy any more, you'll have a few more years to live." The tone of a handsome man tone is casual and cruel.

The fat man’s body laughed. "What does it mean to live a few more years? I suffer from living in this body. Sometimes I really envy you.”

"You have said that at least eight thousand times. Now that you have made a choice, don't regret it today."

The fat man muttered, "How did I know this damn first prediction that any prediction I make would make me be fat every time she predicted? If you know...

"If you knew, you will still choose to accept that inheritance."

"... Well, you're right. I prefer to sit in a prophecy rather than fight with others. Fei Shan, I see bridges, bridges made of innumerable white bones, extending from the other end of the sea.”

Fei Shan pinched the finger and said, "Are they coming back?”

"Yes, they are coming back after all."

"What else do you see?” Fei Shan turned around and faced the palace.

The fat man’s body opened its eyes, black and bright eyes, pure as a child, "I see... The earth roars, mountains break, sea water surges, giant trees collapse, grassland fires, countless white bones tearing life, and bright red blood stains the earth..."

The faint smile on Fei Shan's face disappeared.

"I also saw the weapons I had never seen before, war beasts wearing strange scales, and they would fight with countless white bones."

Fei Shan raised his eyebrow. "The Ding Yue Tribe who exercised copper?”

"They've made more powerful weapons than copper. They call those materials, metals." The fat man turned his head and blinked at Fei Shan, looking a little naughty.

"So the Fruit of Witchcraft should be handed over to the Ding Yue Tribe in order to resist the coming human enemy?”

Grand Witch Xiang Da-Ren closed his eyes again, and his plump but tender fingers touched him. "I don't know..."

"Didn't you see that?” Fei Shan walked up to him and held his finger.

Grand Witch Xiang gave a long hug and murmured in a low voice, "I dare not see it, because I have a hunch that I will die if I try to see it. Fei Shan, big brother, I don't want to die. I want to survive this catastrophe, and then break away from this inheritance. I don't want to pass this prophesying to anyone anymore. It's too painful for a child who should be running around and make a fuss, and live happily every day. Don't you think its right?”

Fei Shan raised his hand and touched his big head, which was so fat that he could hardly see his facial features. "Hmm."

"Maybe humans will live better without the ability to predict." Grand Witch Xiang was tired and muttered to sleep. He hadn't said so much for a long time.

Fei Shan gently stroked the little hair of Grand Witch Xiang, and bowed his head and kissed him lightly on the brows. "Sleep, whatever you want to do, whatever it is, I will do it for you."

The Jiu Yuan, who knows nothing but plans to go one step at a time, wants to go out after a short break, but they are told that they are not qualified to go out.

"This is Wucheng-City of Witches. No unauthorized or permitted force is allowed to walk at will in Wucheng-City of Witches. The Nine Cities party will begin in two days, and you will be waiting in the room for two days, which is good for you.” Chang-Ge, an acquaintance who guards their door, said, "You don't want to walk and be attacked everywhere, do you? Now there are many people in the city who want to kidnap you secretly. I know you're strong, but there's absolutely no need to expose your strength before the challenge, is there?”

The Curse-Witch Zhou Wu swung back from the outside and closed the door in front of Chang-Ge and other blood warriors.

"The temple has two attitudes toward our Jiu Yuan. One is to break us directly and force the Fruit of Witchcraft from us. Some of them seem to affirm that the Fruit of Witchcraft is on A-Zhan or Mo. Another kind of attitude is not clear, it seems they want to wait for the result of the challenge to decide again. Besides the Jiu Yuan, another Ding Yue Tribe was welcomed to Wucheng-City of Witches this time.”

"The Ding Yue Tribe?” Yan Mo has been busy developing the Jiu Yuan for five years without paying much attention to the metal tribe downstream of the river.

"You know this tribe?”

Yan Mo nodded, with a subtle look. "Shifu, can this tribe be invited to the Jiu Yuan party by Wucheng-City of Witches, as an affiliate of the upper city, or as a challenger as we are?”

The Curse-Witch Zhou Wu answered, "It should be the latter. Like us, they are all brought in alone, seemingly they arrived two days earlier than we."

"They can't walk freely in Wucheng-City of Witches either?” Yuan Zhan asked.

"No. The kid outside the door said it well. It's Wucheng-City of Witches’ rule. We don't belong to any city force now. No matter how strong we are, we will be regarded as savage tribes for the time being. And the savage tribes in Wucheng-City of Witches are not as good as slaves, let alone set foot on the land of Wucheng-City of Witches."

People have to bow under the low eaves, anyway, there are only two days. Yuan Zhan, who is strong and confident, doesn't mind staying in the house for two days at all - it's not time for him to show his strength yet.

Yuan Zhan just wanted to stretch out Yan Mo and discuss with him how to spend the two boring days.

The Curse-Witch Zhou Wu pulled Yan Mo and said, "Come with me and meet some people." He's going to show off his baby apprentice, woaha!

"Shifu, don't worry, we'll have better strength in these two days."

The Curse-Witch Zhou Wu grabbed his face and patted his head. “You're right. Why should we send ourselves to death door? Hum, when the challenge comes out, they will naturally know how great you are!” The Curse-Witch Zhou Wu danced with joy at the thought of complacency.

Meng Er wanted to go out for a stroll and was pulled by Yuan Zhan. "Although your blood ability has reached 6th rank, it's still far behind the people brought by the Nine Great Cities. Be calm first, and you'll be useful later."

On that day, Yincheng-Sound City sent for their Highness, the Great Prince. Lamo-Ling ignored them. Later Lamo-Na came to invite him personally, and he didn't see him either.

That night, everyone fell asleep. Five people slept in the same room in case someone shamelessly took the weak hostage.

With so many people in the room, the cheeky Yuan Zhan didn't bother his Priest Da-Ren much, and they both went to bed early.

Yan Mo was unable to sleep. He turned over in Yuan Zhan's arms and opened his eyes to see the moonlight outside.

The black shadow on the balcony flashed, and a human creature with horns on its head stood on the balcony stone fence.

Yan Mo sat up brashly.

The humanoid looked at him, his eyes glowing dark purple.

"Who are you?” Yan Mo asked in a low voice, feeling vaguely that there seemed to be some connection between himself and the shadow, which called him to the balcony.

"Unexpectedly, the most precious inheritance of our people has been handed down to a human being." The dark voice was extremely Bing-cold. "Human, you don't deserve it. Die."

Something cold hit Yan Mo arm

"Uh-huh!" Yan Mo took a step and covered his left arm. He felt that the place where his left arm was covered with the Inheritance Bones was like iron, and a severe burning pain swept through his body in an instant.

"Why?” He seemed surprised and angry. “Why did he protect him? Why protect a human being? "

Maybe something is talking to black shadow, but Yan Mo can't hear it.

After a while, the shadow suddenly knelt down and reached for Yan Mo's forehead.

Yan Mo's body flashed for a moment, but did not flicker away. "Hiss!"

There was something sharp on his forehead, and there was blood running down his eyebrows.

The shadow took back its hand, put its sharp nails in its mouth and licked it. "Your blood is a little strange. You have the blood of the Longevity Maple Tribe, and others..."

Yan Mo thought of the queen bee egg that Jiu Feng had let him devour.

"Thank Zan-Bu Da-Ren for his kindness! He said that although you are not our people, you have learned 8th rank in less than ten years, which is a little worse than our bloodline genius. It's a pity to let you die. I can let you live with our heritage, but you must be our slave and make efforts for our return and revenge."

Yan Mo is a bit messy. What's the matter? Doesn't it mean that Tribesmen is dead? How come one of them suddenly runs out now? And let him be the slave of the Bone Sculpting People?

The voice of the shadow sharply increased. “This is the result of my agreement with Zan-Bu. If you don't agree, you can only die!”

Seeing the shadow again reaching out to him, Yan Mo even hurriedly said, "Er, although I learned 8th rank, I only learned the little things, and our tribe is just a savage tribe in a barren field. Even if I promise to be your slave, I'm afraid I can't help you anymore."

The dark shadow sneered, "Cunning Human, I know what you are thinking. Now just tell me, are you willing to be a slave to my Bone Sculpting People or choose to die?”

Yan Mo wants to choose death, but he doesn't know how black shadows will make him die. He doesn't know how long it took him to recover. In two days, The Nine Cities party will begin. He is one person responsible for three challenges. He can't be missed. Otherwise, no matter whether the Jiu Yuan or his livestock is in danger, they will fall behind.

What should I do? Yan Mo brain swiftly and procrastinates in the mouth: "if I promise to be a slave, what will you do to me?”

"You want to ask me how I can control your obedience.” The shadow sneered.

"Yes."

"I'll let you wear the Enslavement Bone. If you don't obey me, I can kill you anytime!"

Fxck! How did I not see such an Enslavement Bone in the inheritance bones?

The black image is guessing what he is thinking, and proudly says, "What kind of creature do you think can be a slave to the Bone Sculpting People? The Enslavement Bone is not easy to refine. Only a sculptor above 9th rank can sculpt it."

Is it an honor to be your slave? "Wait a minute, if you let me wear the Enslavement Bone, other humans will surely see that this is Wucheng-City of Witches, and I am not confident that I can hide them."

"Those humans will never see anything. You are not my first Bone Sculpting People slave."

Yan Mo was shocked. Not to mention how many people the Bone Sculpting People have gotten into slavery, that is, the shadow can sneak into Wucheng- City of Witches, and no one has discovered that it is quite scary, let alone The Curse-Witch Zhou and Wucheng- are not aware of each other's arrival.

By the way, why hasn't he waken up Shifu and A-Zhan yet?

Yan Mo just wanted to wake up Yuan Zhan, but the shadow asked him again to choose. He was so distracted that he forgot what he had just done.

The shadow was impatient. "If you don't want to, I'll kill you and turn all the people in this room into Bone Sculpting People's Bone Slaves!"

Yan Mo doubts whether the other party has this ability, but somehow he dares not bet on it. He even hears himself hesitate a little and opened his mouth and says, "Okay, I promise, I will be the slave of the Bone Sculpting People."

The shadow was satisfied. "You should have promised that human beings could be my slaves. You'll know how glorious it is in the future. Come on, as you said, you're too weak. It's not enough to achieve 8th rank. I'll pass on the second two levels of perception and refining methods to you. In addition, I'll teach you some new contents. Remember to go into Bone Succession and accept my inheritance!”

The shadow reached out again, and Yan Mo came to him like a bewitched thing.

Bing's cold, piercing palm grabbed his left arm. "Listen, accept my heritage in two days, and then, at the Nine Cities party, you'll do these things for me first..."

The cold voice seemed to pour things directly into his brain. As soon as the voice of the dark shadow fell, the burning sensation came again from the place where the left arm was wearing bones. This time the pain was much greater than the first time. Yan Mo could not bear the pain and could not help screaming.

"Mo? Yan Mo! Wake up!”

Someone was pushing him hard.

Yan Mo slapped his eyes open and sat up.

Yuan Zhan reached out and touched his back. "What's wrong with you? Did you have nightmares? You're sweating all over.

The movement of two people also woke others up. The Curse-Witch Zhou Wu turned up and asked vaguely, "What happened?”

Meng Er jumped straight up.

Lamo-Ling walked indoors and outdoors, then shook his head at Yuan Zhan.

Yuan Zhan frowned. He did not feel that anyone else was there. But he was really awakened by Yan Mo. Actually, he woke up earlier than Mo, who he thought was screaming a little earlier, but he found nothing. But Yan Mo was connected to him with his mind. He must have felt the danger on Mo and went on to wake up, but he did not see anything.

"Mo-Mo? Mo Da-Ren?” Meng Er crouched and shouted at him.

Yan Mo subconsciously raised his hand and touched the place where the left arm was wearing the bone, then touched his forehead.

Yuan Zhan also looked at his forehead and his eyes suddenly stared. "Why is there a red mark in your eyebrows?” He said and reached out to touch it.

Yan Mo is still intertwined between dreams and reality. The Bone Inheritance Hall feels like nothing has changed, but his body and spirit actually feels its change. He feels that there seem to be three thorns sticking out in The Bone Inheritance Hall, which penetrates into his flesh and bones. It's okay not to move it. When he wants to take it off he knows the bad consequences, he dares not even move.

"Wu Guo, what has just happened?” Yan Mo didn't want to call for Wu Guo, which had already been hidden. However, he could not identify herself with the co-existence of Wu Guo.

Wu Guo seems to have just been awakened from a deep sleep, and his voice is a little lazy. "It seems that you just made a soul contract with someone."

"Like the Soul Imprint?”

"Well, it's not exactly like, it's certain a contract. You're pitiful. This soul contract can't be broken. At least I can't help you now." Wu Guo seems a little happy?

Yan Mo looked ugly. "Son, your father and I are unlucky. Where are you going to be if we are unlucky? What happened just now? Why do I have a soul contract with others in my dreams?”

Wu Guo took it a little more seriously, "Because the bone bearing on your arm seems to be a medium connecting, and I don't know anything else about it."

Yan Mo grabbed the bone on his arm. "You don't know what I dreamed of."

"I don't know. You just entered The Bone Inheritance Hall. I can't follow up there."

Yan Mo held his eyebrows. He thinks it's lucky to get bones. Now it looks like an urging charm. What's worse, what the dark shadow in his dream told him to do is that the villains can't be villains anymore. If he dare to do anyone any harm, The Guide is going to punish him till he dies.

That is to say, he will be punished by The Guide and the Bone Sculpting People for not doing something they wanted. Anyway, he will have an awful day in the future!

He wanted to go to The Bone Inheritance Hall and ask Zan-Bu, but he had always been very impressed with Zan-Bu. He even looked at him as a semi-teacher. Now he knows that this semi-teacher and The Bone Inheritance Hall jointly pitted him. He really didn't want to see Zan-Bu again.

"Mo?” Yuan Zhan lifted up his face. His eyes were full of worries about him. "What happened?”

Yan Mo reached out and pinched Yuan Zhan's face, sneering, "It's all right! If you want to take advantage of me, see what you can do!”

The Curse-Witch Zhou Wu came over to see his apprentice. After a while, he could not see the truth. He opened his mouth and laughed at him and said, "Has someone plotted against you?”

Yan Mo turned to The Curse-Witch Zhou Wu and said earnestly, "Shifu, in the Nine Cities, besides Tucheng-Earth City, who do you think is the worst in terms of evil?”

"Kongcheng-Air City! Ancheng-Dark City! And Huocheng-Fire City. This The Three Cities is a group of inhuman jackal, regardless of the Temple’s Priest or their city lord. "

"Kongcheng-Air City is also in it? Very good, very good." Yan Mo has a flare burning in his eyes. He hates others to threaten him and hate others to betray him. No matter what reason Zan-Bu and The Bone Sculpting People have, he is not going to forgive anyone of them anymore.

Yuan Zhan was not angry when he was pinched. As the man of the Jiu Yuan's Priest, he could see at a glance that his Mo was on fire.

Yan Mo waved to let everyone go on sleeping. He plans to enter the bone to accept the shadow inheritance. He does not want to see Zan-Bu, nor does she want to work for The Bone Sculpting People, but it has advantages. Why not?

"What can I do?” The tall man hugged him.

Yan Mo heard the anxiety and self-reproach in his voice, hugged him back, rubbed his head around his neck, raised his head and kissed him on the corner of his mouth. "Live well, you live to help me."

Yuan Zhan recognized what he meant. "You can rest assured that I will not let you worry about it, and do whatever you want to do. You don't have to worry about the Jiu Yuan. We'll rebuild another again if we can’t keep it!”

"Um."

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