courier in movie world

Chapter 312 Macaroni

Going all the way down the stone steps, facing Mo Sen this time, Tuka's attitude restrained a lot, and all this was due to King Kong.

"The prophet wants to see me, why?"

"You are the only human in the records who can communicate equally with the race where the Patronus belongs."

"Call me Mawson."

Tuka nodded, "Because of my racial nature, I can make any creature feel our thoughts without the need for specific verbal communication."

"We also tried to communicate with him, but it failed completely. In fact, if it weren't for the existence of the prophet, the patron saint might not necessarily protect us."

"I'm really curious, how did you do it?" Tuka asked with a little doubt.

Mo Sen thought for a while and didn't hide it, "Maybe I won his respect."

"Earned his respect?"

Mo Sen nodded, "I helped him kill a skeleton crawler."

Hearing that Tuka missed his next step and almost rolled down the stone steps, he managed to stand firm and turned around to look at Mo Sen with wide eyes.

"What did you say you did?"

"Killed a..."

"how can that be?"

"Only you?"

Mawson nodded.

He seemed to have thought of something, "I see you guys are carrying a lot of weird weapons. Did you use those things?"

Mo Sen shook his head, "You can't get the respect of the strong just by relying on external things."

Swish!
In a flash of red light, Mo Sen had a blood-red long knife in his hand.

"I rely on this!"

Feeling the strong smell of blood on the knife, Tuka couldn't help swallowing.

"Well... let's hurry up, I think the prophet should wait."

He changed the subject in a panic, and then ran deep underground without looking back, this time the speed was obviously much faster.

Take back the Blade of the Fallen.Mo Sen also jumped to follow.Although he has won the respect of Tuka because of King Kong, but sometimes he still needs to show his own strength.

I don't know how far I walked, when the heat wave from the ground came. In this high temperature environment, instead of feeling uncomfortable, Mo Sen felt that every pore was extremely comfortable.

He knew that it should be the function of the chimeric red boy gene. After all, he didn't even feel the slightest burning flame, and this kind of temperature only made him feel comfortable.

Coming to an open cave, Tuka opened his mouth and let out a strange sound. Not long after, a short body walked out from the depths of the cave.

Seeing that figure, Mo Sen couldn't help but rubbed his eyes, looked back at Tuka, and asked tentatively, "This is...the prophet?"

Tuka nodded.

"Go out, let me greet this guest..." An old voice came to mind.

Looking at the old white ape in front of him, Mo Sen's heart was in a mess. He had had countless ideas, but the craziest of them would not think that the prophet of the tribe would be a monkey.

From the appearance, Mo Sen couldn't deduce the age of this white ape at all. He looked very much like an old man among humans, and he was wearing an animal skin.

Although it looks ugly and is roughly dressed, it gives people a strange sense of elegance when walking, as if the person controlling this body is not a monkey at all.

but a person.

"100 years ago, a troubled nobleman came here, and I learned a lot from him."

"But it's a pity that he couldn't leave here in the end."

"Please follow me, distinguished guest." The white ape walked into the depths of the cave with its hands behind its back.

"Did you tell Hank that we will come to this island? How did you do it?" Mo Sen asked doubts in his heart.

Came to a man-made room, the walls were inlaid with fluorite of unknown material, reflecting the place like daytime.

"This is a special ability of mine. I can see some special pictures in my sleep. These pictures indicate the future that is about to happen."

"With this ability, I have helped Tuka and his people avoid many disasters, but unfortunately, this ability cannot be used actively, and there are some things that I cannot see."

"So after so many years of development, the tribe is still at this size."

The Prophet was so old that he seemed to die at any time, but his eyes were extremely bright, and he looked at Mo Sen steadily.

"After birth, all Yiwei people need to drink the juice made from macaroni. This juice will slowly transform the tribe, giving them the ability to communicate with anyone without sound."

"It turns out that this ability is not born." Mo Sen suddenly realized, "Then Hank also drank this kind of juice, right?"

The prophet nodded, "He passed our test and is now a member of the tribe."

In Mo Sen's view, the efficacy of this herbal medicine may be more than that simple. It should change certain structures in the brain, so that people who drink macaroni juice have the ability to receive thoughts and perceive emotions.

This thing should be able to greatly improve the perception ability of the human body, and perhaps improve one's mental endurance.

I just don't know if repeated use will have better results.

"This macaroni is so powerful, haven't you tried using it repeatedly?" Mo Sen asked doubts in his heart.

The Prophet smiled, then pointed to himself.

Mo Sen was taken aback for a moment, then seemed to understand something, and couldn't help blurting out.

"Are you also a member of the Yiwei tribe!?"

Mo Sen's eyes widened, and he carefully looked at the prophet on the opposite side, with pale hair, stooped waist and exaggerated arm length, not to mention the features on his face.

In short, from the outside, there is no trace of human characteristics. Compared with him, King Kong even looks more like a human being.

"All the clansmen who have taken the second Macaroni in history all died suddenly, and I am the only exception."

"After taking the second Macaroni, a terrible mutation occurred in my body. In just a few months, I became what I am now."

"Although I have obtained a strange ability, since then, I have been extremely afraid of the cold and have to live in the extremely high temperature underground. I haven't left here for many years..."

"Please follow me." The Prophet stood up and left the room and took Mo Sen all the way down. The temperature below was obviously much higher than in the cave. After walking for a long time, Mo Sen saw an open underground space.

There are clusters of orchids all over the body, plants with dots of light growing there, about 30 centimeters high, and the plants are nearly as thick as a finger, covered with white spots.

"That's macaroni."

"The land where it grows is downwards, and there is a flowing dark river of lava. It absorbs the heat from it, and it takes 20 years to fully mature a plant!"

"This is the greatest wealth of the entire tribe."

Mo Sen didn't approach, but just took a closer look at it. Although this thing was useful to him, he wouldn't just put it in his mouth without doing any research.

At this moment, he suddenly noticed some dark red spots in the blue plants. Their shape was exactly the same as that of the Macaroni, but their color was completely different.

"What is that?" Moson asked.

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