Give Me the Name of God

The lion girl is right, the old Yaman is not reliable, but she didn't expect him to directly attack Manda and Worm.

Seeing the old Yaman showing the snake's head, Worm immediately spit out the worm silk when he fell to the ground. Old Yaman jumped up to avoid the worm silk, stepped forward and kicked Worm in the face.

The two snake heads rushed towards Worm, and as long as one was bitten by them, the poison would kill Worm in the blink of an eye.

Worm grabbed the snake's head with both hands, and spit the worm silk to the old Yaman's face. Old Yaman's waist was very soft, and he dodged the worm silk on his back, and gave Worm a kick.

Worm drew out the dagger, and instead of rushing at Old Yaman, he rushed at Manda.

If you can't take away the living, you can only leave the dead. Manda knows too many secrets, and he cannot be captured alive anyway.

Old Yaman naturally wouldn't give him such a chance, he swung the tail of the snake and tripped Worm to the ground, twisted his body, and entangled Worm's body.

Even though the sound of crunching bones was the same, there was a piercing cracking sound from Worm's bones, which made Manda's skin crawl.

This worm has really mutated, why does the worm have bones?

Worm made the last resistance. He bit the old Yaman's body with his fangs. He tried his best to bite, but there was not even a tooth mark left on the old Yaman's body.

The power of Hydra is not only due to its venom, its scales are harder than steel.

If Sphinx sees this scene, she will definitely regret her sloppyness. Even if Worm is not injured, he is not the opponent of old Yaman. In his name, when he is fully prepared, his advantage over Worm is completely crushing.

The poisonous snake's letter had already licked Worm's face, and it only needed one bite, and this bookworm, favored by the gods, would spend its entire life.

Worm was still struggling. Old Yaman knew that Worm's skin was also very hard. He raised his neck and gathered his strength to give Worm a final blow. He didn't want to slip and suddenly fell to the ground.

Slipped on something? There seems to be porridge under the hay, very thick porridge.

No, it wasn't porridge, it was broth, broth mixed with bread, and he poured it on the place where Manda drank the soup.

Why is there soup on the ground? Isn't the soup all drunk by Manda? Could it be that……

Old Yaman looked at the sleeping Manda, and found that there was no Manda there.

When he turned his face to look again, Manda had already thrown himself on him, with one hand inserted into his chest.

I heard that you have nine heads, but I don't know how many hearts you have.

After groping for a long time among the hot and humid flesh, Manda found the old Yaman's heart, pulled hard, and pulled out the beating heart.

Old Yaman took a deep breath, and his whole body went limp. He clutched his chest and panted with difficulty: I never thought of hurting you. If I used poison, you would have died long ago. I just want to let you You live.

Really? Manda squeezed her heart in her hands.

Keep him alive, cried Wyrm lying on the ground, he's a demigod, and he should be left to Typhon.

Manda hesitated for a moment. He suddenly wanted to do an interesting experiment. He stretched out his right index finger to make himself cross-eyed, and said to Old Yaman, Repeat your last sentence again.

Old Yaman's face turned gray, he took a few breaths, and said with difficulty: I just want you to live.

Manda saw four copper coins falling in front of his eyes, the value of this sentence is only so much, this is a reward for acting skills, slightly better than street performers.

I didn't expect to have such a function! Manda laughed excitedly, and threw the old Yaman's heart into the fire, and the smell of burning meat immediately came from the longhouse.

Looking at the smoking heart in the fire, Old Yaman rolled his eyes and froze on the ground.

Manda turned to Worm and said, Can you still go? If you can't, I will leave you here.

Worm struggled to stand up, looked at Manda's bloody hands, said nothing, and followed Manda out of the longhouse.

Before leaving, Manda burned the old Yaman's house.

At least he should have a decent funeral. Worm sighed.

Isn't his funeral decent enough? His house, his horse, everything he had was buried with him.

Just burn him like this? Is this a funeral?

Why not? How many heroes in ancient times chose to be cremated? Watching the flames engulfing the longhouse, Manda patted the dust on his hands. There are too many benefits of cremation. There are nine heads, beheading and making up the knife may not be effective.

The fire intensified and the pair left the village before being spotted.

Worm dragged his feet with difficulty, and whispered in his mouth: You are really vicious.

Manda sneered, Who wanted to kill me just now? What right do you have to call me vicious?

How did you know there was poison in the soup? How did you know that poison would put you to sleep?

Manda clenched his fist with his right hand, wrapped his left hand around his right hand, put it on his chest, and said devoutly, That's a revelation from the gods.

Are you talking about your natal god?

Manda hurriedly put away her prayer gestures to avoid any misunderstanding from her natal god: I have long forgotten my natal god, we are all believers in Typhon, what is your natal god?

Manda asked casually, but he didn't expect Wumu to really answer: I don't have a natal god, maybe I don't know, the Earl did a sacrifice for me, but Typhon only gave me divine power, but didn't give me the way .”

When you reach the second level, how do you get the artifact?

I don't know, Worm's voice became hoarse, Maybe there is no such artifact at all.

You have read, so what, after eating so many books, there must be one that will give you the answer, and you will definitely find it...

Manda turned her head, and the fire from the longhouse could be seen faintly.

I seem to have forgotten something... Manda patted his forehead, and suddenly heard the God of Destiny say in his ear: Everything has value.

...

In the longhouse that was about to collapse, a crab about the size of a washbasin emerged from the soil, holding a certain black crown in its hand, and came to the old Yaman's body.

More than half of Old Yaman's body has been charred, bones have been seen in many places, and the snake's head on his neck is all charred, but his own head is very complete, and even the few hairs are not damaged .

The crab lifted the golden crown with two claws and put it on the old Yaman's head. The old Yaman seemed to have received a sense, and his human head took off a layer of skin and turned into a snake head.

The snakehead spat out the letter and came to life in the flames. He looked towards the fire.

The crab understood what he meant, and picked his heart from the fire.

The heart had been charred long ago, leaving only the size of an egg. The crab carefully held the heart and sent it to Old Yaman's mouth.

Old Yaman bit his heart in one bite, and injected the venom from the tooth tube into the scorched heart.

After waiting for a long time, when the crab shell was about to burn red, the heart jumped on the crab claws, and the crab immediately stuffed the heart into the old Yaman's chest...