Yan Mo and Yuan Zhan followed the man to The Black Earth City prison.

  As a matter of fact, the man did not tell the truth. He said that the curse-maker had left the Black Earth City, but now he still says that he is still alive. But Yan Mo did not untie the curse for him at that time. Surely untying the curse was a necessary condition for telling the truth?

  Yan Mo didn't want Yuan Zhan to go with him, but Yuan Zhan didn't feel relieved to follow him. When he arrived at the door, the man panicked and said that the man will only see one person and the others should wait outside, otherwise he would curse the extra people.

  Yan Mo now has only 30 faith points at the hands. Would he dare to let Yuan Zhan get cursed again, and leave him waiting at the door?

  Yuan Zhan promised, but in his heart he planned to follow him from the ground. The witch waited five years in The Black Earth City for a man who could unlock his curse. He could not rest assured.

  The man seems to have a little right in the prison. He enters the prison with Yan Mo, who has changed into the Black Earth City civilian costume to cover his head. No one stopped him. When someone asks, he said that he is visiting his relatives.

  The Black Earth City prison seems to be stratified, with many people crowded into one cell at the top. Once in prison, the smell of stench and bloody smell comes, screaming and swearing are incessant.

  The man didn't give him a tour commentary, but took him forward with his head covered.

  At the end of the first floor, there appeared a narrow downward passage, which was mostly single, not as noisy as the prisoners on the first floor. It was very quiet.

  "Don't look too much." The man whispered a warning.

  Yan Mo turned his gaze at the prisoner.

  "All the people here are the people who have a good face in our city, and some have special status." The man mumbled and walked faster.

  "Why are there no doors or locks in the cells here?"

  "Door lock? You say the latch? What do you want that for? The prison has a powerful blood ability warrior, he can directly pull up the pillars used as a prison bars and then insert, so that no one is even able to open the latch to escape.

  It turned out that blood ability warriors could still use it. Yan Mo coughed and said, "There are no blood ability warriors among the prisoners here?"

  The man looked back at Yan Mo with the gaze of a country bumpkin. "How could a bloody warrior who made a mistake and end up here? They were all imprisoned in the temple.”

  "So it is." Yan Mo thought that the curser was on this floor, but he didn't expect that there was another floor under it.

  The third layer is dark and humid, and the ground is covered with moss. People will slip if they step on it carelessly.

  Has nobody been here for a long time? Yan Mo has night vision ability, plus the torch in front of the man's hand, he can see the third floor clearly, the moss stepped on and left a footprint, and before them, the moss was intact meaning no one came this way for a long time.

  The sound of water droplets could also be heard in the prison, where there was no wind but the cold was bitter.

  Yan Mo noticed that most of the cells on this floor were empty, and that some of them were not like individuals, even if they lived in human beings. Some of the cells were directly occupied by unmanned bones.

  "The third floor is generally not used." The man went back and explained.

  Hearing footsteps and voices, a prisoner in the first cell, jumped on the prison bars, reached for Yan Mo, and made hoarse noises in his mouth.

  "Needless to say, the man's tongue was cut off. He was shut in half a year ago, and he won't live long."

  Yan Mo saw a man in another cell move, but the man seemed to have little physical strength. When he moved, two mice ran out from under his legs. After a while, he saw the man move and jump.

  Looking at the other cells, it seems that there are only two living people on this floor.

  "Did anyone give food to prisoners on this floor?" Yan Mo couldn't help asking.

  "For food?" The man was surprised. "Who will give them food?"

  "Then how do they survive?"

  "Licking the water dripping from the wall, eating moss, eating insects and mice, we can always live, and those who can't live like this are dead." The man spoke as if this was perfectly natural.

  "So did the man?"

  "Yeah."

  "He's still alive?"

  "Alive." The man endured something and said, "He said that if he died, I would die too."

  "Then you're not afraid to starve him, and you're going to die too?"

  "He told me to leave him alone, let alone come see him. Unless my curse was lifted and the person who lifted it brought by me, he said that if I ever got near the third floor, and he would make me ache all over!" the man voice was filled with pain and fear

  "Normally there is no one on the third floor?"

  "Only when new criminals are brought in."

  Yan Mo had a vague idea in his mind and asked, "What charges did he get to be brought in?"

  "Used witchcraft to cheat. A witch like him would have been put in prison at the temple, but the attendant who came to torture him at that time judged that he had little witchcraft, that he was a liar, and was put here.” The man's voice contained a faint mockery, seemingly dissatisfied with the minister's failure to recognize the curse's peculiarity.

  Yan Mo thought that the man was probably thinking about the death of the curser, right? Unfortunately, he couldn't kill him or dare to kill him. He could only throw him on the third floor in revenge. Or did the cursed man specifically request to be confined to the third floor?

  "When they arrived, he was locked up in the cell at the end." The man stood far away and seemed unwilling to walk to the cell nearby.

  Yan Mo looked up and saw a blur before his eyes slowly adapted to it. Then he could see that there was a man with shaggy hair in the cell at the end of the room.

  The shaggy-haired man moved as if sitting up. "Finally…… Made me wait till……"

  The voice was hoarse and the pronunciation was stiff. It seemed that the man had not spoken for a long time.

  "I, I brought the person with me." The man's voice trembled as if his fear of the man was deeply rooted in his heart.

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  A black shadow flew out of the cell. The man dared not answer it. The black shadow fell on the ground and made a crisp noise.

  Yan Mo saw that the shadow was a leather bag. Is it strange that the prisoners here will not be searched when they are locked in? But maybe the prisoner can us the space store ability?

  "That's what I promised you. You can take it away." The voice of the shaggy-haired man began to become normal, and he could be heard as an old man.

  The man picked up the bag, opened it and looked at it. There was a flash of ecstasy on his face. He quickly put the bag in his arms and turned to run.

  "Stop! Don't forget what I told you before. If you tell someone about me, any little thing, you and your family will die in three days.

  "I know." The man swallowed his saliva and became sober again. Before he left, he said to Yan Mo, "I will be on the top floor. If you want to go back, come up and find me."

  Yan Mo nodded to him, and the man left. There were only four people left in the third floor of the prison, but the two men were far apart. They could not hear them on this side.

  The man had taken the torch away and the cell was suddenly dark.

  But soon, a floating light rose from the cell opposite Yan Mo's station. The floating light became brighter and brighter, and its brightness and color were like a yellow light bulb of about fifteen watts.

  Yan Mo looks closely. What makes up the floating light is a large number of glowworm-like glowworms?

  The old man with shaggy hair pulled away the shaggy hair that blocked his eyes. "Five years, finally, let me wait. Come here and let me have a good look at you."

  Yan Mo stood in the shadows and didn't get close. "Who are you? Why did you let me come over?”

  The old man face suddenly changed. "You…… How old are you? Come and let me see!" How does this sound older than he is?

  Yan Mo did not move. The old man shouted, "Come on!"

  Yan Mo felt a tremor as it drilled into his arm, but that was all. Wu Guo stopped it, but Wu Guo couldn't expel it, even because the other party was too hard to eat and didn't want to swallow it. Wu Guo seemed to be rather wary about it, and he did not dare to move in his arms until the old man shouted at him.

  "Huh? How can you control my curse? Very good, very good!" The old man stood up, broke the seemingly solid prison fence and waved to him, "Come in."

  Yan Mo confirmed his conjecture that the prison could not hold the curser at all, and that even the man might have chosen it deliberately.

  "Come on, this is not the place to talk." The old man greeted again.

  Yan Mo thought about it and stepped in.

  The old man waited for Yan Mo to come in and rebuild the broken stone fence.

  Yan Mo could see clearly that the fracture of the stone fence was quickly re-bonded and there was no sign of breakage.

  "Are you a soil control warrior?"

  "Haha! No, I'm a witch. It's just a trick. The old man made a good turn around the fence and saw Yan Mo's face at a glance. He shouted and pointed at Yan Mo and began to cover his chest and breathe heavily.

  "You, you and you…… Why are you older than me?” The old man seemed to be out of breath, trembling at Yan Mo's fingers.

  Yan Mo lifted his cloak to reveal the whole picture.

  When the old man looked at Yan Mo's white hair and old face, he staggered and shouted sadly, "Well, you stupid fat elephant, you deceived me!"

  The old man shouted angrily and finally squatted on the ground and cried.

  Yan Mo, "……"

  "Five years! Five years! I spent five years waiting in The Black Earth City, the results, the results…… Whoop! I'm dying. Si Fei Xiang the Dead-Fat-Elephant bullies me like that. Whoop! I'm not alive!" The old man was crying and grabbing the stone fence and bumping his head against it.

  The sound of "bang bang bang" hit hard.

  Yan Mo, "……"

  "I just can't curse, they all hate me, they all want to drive me away, even at the expense of deceiving me, and I hate them!"

  "Well, this one, what's your witch name, please?"

  The old man turned his head, put his red forehead on it, and stared at Yan Mo fiercely. "Say! Are you the one they sent to bully me on purpose? Five years, just in the last month of five years, you broke my curse and reached the condition to see me, hum. Say! Are you doing this on purpose?”

  Yan Mo squatted down and poked the old man in the arm. "Why did you curse that man? Why wait five years for The Black Earth City?”

  "Because……" The old man pushed Yan Mo's fingers in disgust. "Don't poke! Be careful I will curse you."

  Yan Mo touched his face. "It seems that your cursing power is not very good."

  "What did you say?" The old man was angry. "Don't think because you can stop my little curse worm that I can't deal with you. I have some means to make you survive and not die!"

  Yan Mo ignored his cruel remarks. "If you're really great, I mean your witchcraft is very powerful, why don't you see that I'm cursed to be this way?"

  "What?!" The old man jumped at Yan Mo.

  Yan Mo was thrown down by him even when he was on guard.

  The old man took Yan Mo's face and looked at it like he was looking for something. The more he looked at him, the more surprised he was. "Are you cursed? Are you not the same as you used to be? No Impossible! I can't see it at all! There can be no stronger man in this world than I in cursing, unless it is God who cursed you!"

  "You're right."

  "What?" The old man was dull.

  Yan Mo sat up and pushed the old man away. "I'm cursed by God in this way. It's a punishment for my disobedience."

  The expression on the old man's face was divided into two parts. On the left, there was speechless, and on the right, there was excitement.

  Yan Mo reached out again and poked at the old man. "Get that thing out of me. I'm still cursed. I don't have time to tangle with you."

  The old man was immersed in his own world, staring at Yan Mo and muttering, "Didn't the fat elephant really deceive me? Yeah, how dare he lie to me? He's afraid of my cursing him, haha! Yes! He must dare not deceive me!"

  "How old are you? Do you remember your age? Maybe so." The old man tried to correct his expression and asked Yan Mo very seriously.

  "About seventeen years old."

  "Ah!" The old man threw his fists into his mouth with excitement, and his eyes shone with excitement.

  Yan Mo didn't see right. He hurried to get ready for another pounce.

  Sure enough! The old man opened his arms excitedly and threw himself on Yan Mo again, he was blocked by the prepared Yan Mo.

  The old man took Yan Mo's arm and touched it several times. He felt his goose bumps straight.

  Then the old man was so excited that he crawled around again. No, he did not crawl around, but purposefully crawled into the corner near the right. Then he raised his palm and patted it hard on the ground. The ground in that corner cracked a big round hole silently.

  "Come in, come in!" The old man waved happily to Yan Mo again.

  Yan Mo followed the old man into the cave with the mood of coming and coming.

  The cave is small, but its walls are smooth, and it seems to have existed for some time, at least not made recently.

  The old man climbed fast ahead and stopped at the turning to wait for Yan Mo, because sometimes there was more than one turnout.

  Yan Mo can't keep up with his physical strength. Once he climbs, he will have a rest. The old man made sure to him again and again, "You didn't lie to me, did you? Are you really just cursed? Are you really not an old man older than me?”

  Yan Mo rolled his eyes and gasped against the wall. "I know all about it. I say, you couldn't dig a bigger hole?"

  "No. This is The Black Earth City, unlike other cities, whose holes are too large to be detected by their shrine priest will be covered up. I'm not afraid of them, but I had to wait for you here." The old man took out something like a cake and handed it to him. "Eat it, it will make you feel better."

  Yan Mo took over the dark yellow cake, which was not very delicious at first sight. "What's this made of?" Smell and lick again.

  "You guess?" The old man smiled and took out the same cake and chewed it in his mouth.

  "Peoria cocoas, ginseng, licorice, angelica, cinnamon……" Yan Mo reported a series of names.

  The old man was doubtful at first, then suddenly realized that he had an exciting smile on his face again. "Can you eat the herbs contained in it? Are these names made in your tribe? Tell me, how many do you see?”

  Yan Mo was also pleased to see. He could judge that the cake was not poison. Even if it was poison, he was not afraid. He took a small bite with his mouth open and tasted it carefully. After a while, he said, "Twelve kinds of herbs, there are twelve kinds of herbs in it, three of which I don't know what herbs are, and I don't know one of them name. The seed is the staple food, that is, the main body of these herbs, like a kind of flour food.”

  The old man clapped his legs and laughed. "Go on, even if you lie to me, I will recognize it. I hope you won't die before me."

  Yan Mo also laughed. "Don't worry, I'm sure I'll live longer than you."

  The effect was quick and obvious. Yan Mo obviously felt his physical recovery and his back pain eased a little.

  They climbed again. The crawl took longer.

  Every time he stopped to rest, the old man would take out something for Yan Mo to taste and say the ingredients. Some were solid and some were liquid. At the last stop, the old man took out five insects and asked Yan Mo to eat them.

  Yan Mo looked at the grim reptile that was not cute in the stone pot, grabbed it and threw it into his mouth.

  The insects are all alive. They can wag their heads and tails when they are thrown into his mouths. Yan Mo's expression remained unchanged, and his eyebrows do not move. He ate all five live insects with a few clicks.

  The old man looked at Yan Mo like a goblin looks at an absolute beauty.

  Yan Mo calculation, coupled with the help of the man to lift the curse, he was tested six times. Well, is that the test?

  With the exam time, after about three and a half hours, the two finally reached the end.

  A round wooden door appeared at the end of the passage. The old man pushed open the wooden door in front of him and got in.

  Yan Mo followed, and saw a space that surprised him so much that he couldn't tell whether he was on the ground or underground, but it would surprise him to suddenly see such a large space wherever he was.

  The room behind the wooden door should not be called a room, but a hall. A huge room, which resembles a hall, is not empty. There are many stone tables and shelves. The stone tables and shelves are also filled with all kinds of herbs, bones and other strange things that cannot be named.

  "Come down." The old man looked at Yan Mo and greeted him below.

  There was a ladder near the wooden door, and Yan Mo grabbed it down.

  The old man waved below and the wooden door closed.

  "You passed all my tests."

  Yan Mo heard this sentence in a minute.

  The old man was a little short and reached Yan Mo's shoulder. He seemed unhappy to look up at Yan Mo and talk on the same level. He climbed to the nearest stone table and sat cross-legged.

  "I am the greatest curse in the world, Mr. Curse-Witch Zhou Wu. Everyone is afraid of me, that is, even Si Fei Xiang the Dead-Fat-Elephant…… The High Priest of Wucheng Temple is afraid of me too!” The old man was proud of himself.

  "Are you from Wucheng-City of Witches?" Yan Mo took a deep breath, and though he had speculated, he was sure to be shocked.

  "Yes." The old man scratched his face. "I know you have a lot of doubts in your heart. Listen to me and I will tell you slowly."

  "You say." Yan Mo climbed onto the stone table and sat cross-legged.

  The old man seemed to like Yan Mo's casualness and turned to face with him. "The ability of Si Fei Xiang the Dead-Fat-Elephant is to prophesy. He seldom opens his mouth to prophesy, but as long as he says it, you can be sure it will happen. Five years ago, he came to me and told me to come and wait in the Black Earth City, a city in the middle of town. He said that the disciples I had been looking for would appear in the Black Earth City in five years. So I came here and waited for five years!"

  Yan Mo shakes his hands into a fist. He has to restrain his emotions. Even though his blood was boiling with excitement, the old man was somewhat strange, but through the six previous tests, he knew that this man was absolutely capable of teaching him and no matter what he taught, his mastery of herbal medicine alone was enough to make him worship him as his teacher, let alone the combination of herbal medicine and curse.

  This is a subject that he has never touched at all, but it does not conflict with his own study, or even complement each other. Even bone sculpting has a lot in common with it.

  The old man was still boasting of himself. "I curse Master Curse-Witch Zhou Wu is so great. Of course, my disciples can't be accepted freely. My disciples must be great and smart too! He must be young, knowledgeable and a little goo at cursing. And you unlocked the curse I gave to that rude fool, which is the most basic condition, and the most basic condition can be met by the people who have reached it."

  It's a hidden task that can only be triggered if conditions are met! Yan Mo had never played online games before, but he was not completely unfamiliar. Did he not get a special career inheritance in legend?

  "But that's not how I'll teach you all about my inheritance unless you pass my other tests. And you all passed!" The old man began to get excited. "Child…… Well, will you turn seventeen? When is your God going to stop his punish on you?" ——

  NEXT

  well from here on is where the story line begins to get intersting…… I mean really…… see yall in a week ish