Traveling back to ancient times from the Western Han Dynasty

Before the chief wizard called out to Mo Chan, Mo Chan was on the ruins of the small tribe, lying on the ground in human form, observing a small pool of blood. Next to him was a young woman in a green robe with terrible pimples all over her face.

If Yan Fang was present, he would have seen that the place where the black toad was lying was exactly where they had hidden when they were attacked by the blood mosquitoes before, and the blood on the ground had not turned black and solidified even after a long time.

"Master Zichan, is there something wrong with this blood?"

The young woman with a lump in her throat saw that the most respected person, the most talented Lord Purple Toad of the Toad Demon Clan, was staring at a trace of blood for a long time. She also imitated the Black Toad and lay on the ground to observe, and asked curiously.

No matter how she looked at it, this was just ordinary blood, with at most a slightly pungent smell of the netherworld.

"Why are you lying down? Get out of the way! Your blowing is disturbing me!"

Mo Chan slapped the young woman, sending her flying, and she crashed into the courtyard wall, forming a large V-shaped pit.

"Sir! I am just imitating you... And you have been observing this blood for a long time. Aren't we going to investigate the cause of Brother Copper's death?"

The young woman with the pimple struggled to free herself from the force, but without getting angry she walked to the side of the black toad.

This time she did not prostrate herself, but her words sounded quite aggrieved, with sobs mixed in her voice, and big tears dripping from her eyes.

"Alright, alright, Qingshuang, stop crying. They say your tears are precious materials, why are you still crying?"

When Mo Chan heard this, he was furious. He stood up and patted his body. He was half a head taller than the pimple-faced young man. Seeing the girl crying, he bent down slightly and wiped her tears.

He used his magical power to condense the woman's tears into beads and put them into a wooden box. Seeing Qingshuang stop crying.

Qingshuang is a special species of green poisonous tear frog. Its tears are not only poisonous, which can be used to poison people invisibly, but can also be used as medicine to make elixirs and improve their quality. Their effects are better than those of Yuelu, so they should not be wasted.

"Then what is the purpose of this blood? Why are you staring at it?"

There was a hint of nasal tone in Qingshuang's voice. He was very curious about the blood. He had never seen Lord Mochan pay so much attention to something. He was not so excited when he got the blood mosquito through the Netherworld Rift last time, and he had never paid so much attention to her. It was obvious that her tears were so useful!

"Okay, I'll show you how special this blood is."

Mo Chan was quite helpless, but Qingshuang's background was not weak, unlike Bronze, who could be used at will. So he had to explain patiently, and a bit of demonic power in his hand was integrated into the pool of blood.

The demonic power merged with the pool of blood, and after a while, a blood mosquito flew up tremblingly.

"Buzz!"

The blood mosquito buzzed, feeling unfamiliar at first. After gaining control of its body, it wanted to fly away from this area filled with the aura of the holy phoenix fire. However, it was stopped by a purple hand and trapped in a small purple cage built with demonic power.

"Hmm? This is rebirth through blood! Sir, have you succeeded in your goal?"

Qingshuang's eyes widened, full of admiration. Although she was not very smart, she had followed Mochan for a long time and naturally knew what Mochan's goal had been.

Rebirth by dropping blood is not considered a very powerful ability in the general mythological world. As long as one has the relevant blood talent and then taps into it, it can be achieved. A poisonous toad like her can also be reborn by detoxification after reaching a certain level as long as she practices hard.

But it is impossible for a creature as inferior as the Blood Mosquito, which has no intelligence and whose bloodline is not very high, to be reborn by dripping blood. I didn't expect that the Black Toad could actually do it.

For a moment, Qingshuang respected Mochan even more. If she was only ninety before, she would do whatever Lord Mochan asked her to do. But now she has reached ninety-nine, she can do whatever Lord Mochan wants her to do!

"Not only that, his aggression and blood-sucking desire and ability have all weakened. Didn't you see him come out of the blood pile without any attachment to it? He wouldn't attack us when he saw us."

"Perhaps, in the future, these blood mosquitoes will only attack other creatures when they need to reproduce."

Mo Chan shook his head slightly and told others about his discovery. After this change, the blood mosquito was completely different from before and it also met his expectations perfectly.

"Hmm? Sir, I never understood why we have to weaken our aggression?"

Qingshuang nodded as if she understood, then looked at the blood mosquito fluttering in Mochan's hand and couldn't help asking.

"I thought you wouldn't ask. You've been hiding this question for a long time, right?"

Mo Chan squinted at Qing Shuang, thinking that Qing Shuang had finally asked the right question, and then he said:

"The less aggressive and vulnerable they are, the less they will be noticed by other creatures, and the more they will multiply, just like the butterflies in the sky, the grass on the ground, the earthworms underground, and the primitive human race."

Needless to say, earthworms and humans.

In this era, butterflies are just ordinary lives, just shadows of flowers, plants and trees. Their beauty is not outstanding in the eyes of all living creatures in the world, so they are not considered ornamental objects.

The grass on the ground is the weakest and inconspicuous among all plants. It cannot compare to the tallness of trees, nor the magical beauty of rare flowers and plants. In the eyes of prehistoric creatures, these small grasses are the products of failed mutation of rare spiritual plants.

The first three examples that Mo Chan cited were all weak and no one cared about them. Perhaps their ancestors had produced many powerful people, but they all disappeared in time and space. Now they have no backing, but there are still quite a few of them.

"When the blood mosquitoes multiply and reproduce, I can use them and the human race to spread my plague..."

As he spoke, Mo Chan became unconsciously excited. This matter would take a long time, but he had plenty of time. Moreover, the human race, for various reasons, was actually spread all over the prehistoric world. They were a weak species that could be dealt with by blood mosquitoes, so it wouldn't take much time for the blood mosquitoes to expand.

"Wow! Lord Mochan is so great!"

Qingshuang's eyes also sparkled as he looked forward to the future. Although he didn't understand much with his brain, he knew that as long as mosquitoes were everywhere in the world, the plague would continue to spread.

In this way, a clan of poisonous insects like them will surely rise and even become the mainstream of the world!

"Well, if I'm not the Seventh Devil by then, who is the Seventh Devil?"

"However, this change was not caused by me. It was this blood that caused the blood mosquito to change like this!!"

Mo Chan was quite happy to see that Qing Shuang understood most of what was said, but when he looked at the blood again, he felt curious and somewhat indignant.

He should be happy if the research showed a turn for the better. But then he thought that this turn for the better was brought about by others, and his previous efforts seemed like a joke. For a moment, he felt mostly resentful.

And if he had more of this blood with some strange smell, he would definitely be able to cultivate more blood mosquitoes like this!

"Hmm? Then why don't we catch the owner of this blood?"

Qingshuang heard this and said without thinking.

"Yes, I also want to know who the owner of this blood is."

Mo Chan felt extremely curious about the owner of this wonderful blood.

"Brass should be chasing after the man named Xuan. This blood is human blood, so he must be from Team Xuan."

Mo Chan also knew something about what happened to Huang Tong before, and he also knew that Xuan had contributed to his discovery.

"The aura is very bland or even stable. It doesn't have the holy aura of Phoenix Fire, nor any other strange bloodline, and it doesn't even have any witchcraft practiced. Who could it be?"

Mo Chan was not unfamiliar with Xuan because of the brass incident, and he had been sniffing the blood to locate this person.

"His scent is right here, I can smell it..."

Mo Chan said as he was about to take Qingshuang to that place. He was confident that he and Qingshuang would be able to defeat the people in Team Xuan. Even if there was someone among them who had awakened the Phoenix Fire, although he didn't know other things, he could still carry out a sneak attack.

"Long!"

Suddenly, the insect bag in Mo Chan's arms made a sound.

"This is old guy Ker. What a trouble."

Mo Chan knew that Ke was in trouble and needed him to go over there. Although he said there was trouble, he still rushed back to Youxiong Tribe with Qingshuang.

"Anyway, we know which team it is. With Ke here, we will have plenty of ways to get him in the future!"

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Yan Fang had no idea that he was being targeted by another terrifying person. He had just arrived at Mu Lao's side.