Traveling through the world of beasts: Lingquan space has some fields

Shi Tong took the wooden tube from the white bird's leg, poured out the white paper inside, read the contents by the firelight, threw it into the burning brazier in the house, and sneered.

He made the right bet!

Since he was born, his mother had never been close to him. When he was a child, he cried and made a fuss, but it was of no use. When he grew up a little, at the age of ten, he heard all the rumors. He ran to question his mother, asking if she didn't love him because she didn't come to the White Lion tribe willingly.

His mother said nothing and just looked at him sadly.

He hated his parents, and hated his uncle Lang Zhan even more. He was not worthy of being a human being.

He grew up in hatred. He fought and robbed others, making himself look miserable and being laughed at. Even though he had the purest white hair, he was not accepted by the White Lion people.

Until one day, everything changed. The envoy of Zhao Shen received him, and those who laughed at and beat him disappeared. He raised a smug smile of superiority.

His food, clothing and other expenses were almost catching up with many witches, but his mother looked at him with even more sadness.

That look made him feel as if he were dead.

He no longer liked to visit his mother. Day after day, night after night, time passed quietly, and he found that his temperament had changed. He was no longer outspoken, as if he had grown up, but also not.

Gradually, he finds that he always wakes up in strange places, without any memory of how he got to these places.

He began to observe, until one full moon night, he saw his own silver-white head in the water, just like his mother's, and was stunned for a moment.

He put on his cloak and went back in panic to ask his mother why this happened.

His father is clearly from the White Lion tribe, so why is his hair silver?

His mother asked him to change into animal form, and he became a majestic giant wolf with silver hair.

When his mother saw his animal form, she burst into tears and hugged him tightly, crying until she was out of breath. It was also the first time she hugged him.

Lang Qin hugged him and said, "Your name is Lang You, you are from the Silver Moon Wolf Clan. On the day you were born, I saw with my own eyes that you were a little wolf. But the envoy of Zhao Shen came and took you away. A few days later, when you came back, you turned into a white lion.

What kind of witchcraft can turn a little wolf into a white lion? I thought my son was switched."

Lang Qin looked at Lang You and found that except for his hair which had turned silver, his appearance, figure and even the smell of his body were still the same person. She was confused and couldn't find out what was wrong.

Lang You finally understood why his mother was not close to him, and he told his mother about his discovery.

Lang Qin stared at him for a long time, and with trembling lips he said a possibility, "Soul Sharing Technique."

Lang Qin explained to him: "The so-called soul-sharing technique is to find a baby with the same attributes, implant the soul of another person into the baby's body and let it sleep until the baby grows up and slowly becomes stronger. The implanted soul will begin to appear. It doesn't appear for long at first, but as this soul continues to grow stronger, the other one will be wiped out."

Lang You closed his eyes tightly, and when he opened them again, he still saw his thin mother in front of him, and what he heard was not an hallucination.

Lang You did not stay long. He left in a daze and returned to his residence. Since it was related to the envoy of Zhao Shen, he must not investigate it in a high-profile manner.

But he didn't have anyone he could use, and he realized that he couldn't do it alone.

Gradually, he restrained all his edge and tried to be a marginal person.

Zhao seemed to agree with his action. Apart from the necessary material supplies, Lang You was never seen again by Zhao.

He knew that Zhao must think that the foreign soul in his body had the upper hand.

He kept a low profile, secretly accumulating his own strength, and inadvertently met a traveling merchant from Black Armor City, Langyu, who claimed to be a member of the grassland wolf clan.

But Langyou smelled the scent of his own kind on him.

He didn't expose it, and the two of them talked about cooperation.

He used his identity as a White Lion to protect himself from being bullied while doing business in Black Armor City.

The wolffish returned the favor by helping him find a powerful witch.

Of course, Langyu did not let him help in vain. He took 60% of the profits from the soap and gave 10% to Xiao Jingzhao.

Zhao also expanded Wolffish's business to other cities, such as Lanruo City, Lianyao City, Beast God Temple, etc.

It’s just that a powerful witch is hard to find.

Just when Langyou thought that he could not find the witch even after being completely devoured, Langyu gave him a message and asked him to help destroy the crystal stone that protected Liangxi City.

He subconsciously thought that the witch had appeared.

When he saw the female, he felt a powerful spirituality from her, a witch who was more powerful than the Messenger of God!

Without any hesitation, he chose to help them.

I believe that the witch will return the favor and save him.

Lang You glanced at the sky. It was getting late, and he didn't plan to go out again in this state, so he lay back on the bed obediently.

After an unknown amount of time, a shadow appeared beside him. The shadow reached out and touched his silver-white hair, chuckling, "Hey! Tong, you better hurry up! Let me give you a hand."

As he spoke, he pinched Langyou's jaw and stuffed a white fruit with a rich and refreshing fragrance into his mouth. He slid his fingertips down Langyou's throat to make sure that he had swallowed the fruit before he got up and left.

After a long time, Lang You held his throat and silently vomited out everything in his stomach. He lay in the darkness for a long time, and fell into a deep sleep when the sky brightened.

"Lord Tong, why did you vomit last night?" Several maids followed a waiter in, and it was this waiter who woke him up.

The waiter's name was Shifeng, a waiter who had served the messenger of God before. It was heard that the messenger of God he served had passed away, so he was later assigned by Zhao to take care of him.

Langyou checked the name of the deceased messenger of God, Shitong, and it instantly reminded him of his own name. He felt so sick that whenever he heard this name for a long time, he wanted to dig out his heart and die with him.

Langyou felt more disdain than disgust in his heart, and he seemed to be deaf to Shifeng's words, whether they were concern or questioning.

Mumu sat there in a daze.

Shifeng seemed very satisfied with the result that no one answered him.

In fact, Langyou knew that the success rate of the soul-sharing technique was actually very low, unless someone used a fruit called the Extreme Soul Fruit to assist. After eating the Extreme Soul Fruit, people would become more and more confused and slow in reaction, which would allow the other party to take advantage of the opportunity.

It would have been fine if he didn’t know before, but now that he knows, how could he let these people succeed?

After Shi Feng cleaned up the vomit and washed Lang You, he turned around and went to the Witch God Temple in the City Lord's Mansion.