"Yes, it's all yours." As a life-span medicine dealer, Su Xing, who has a lot of money, doesn't care about this little spiritual stone.

To be on the safe side, Su Xing secretly found several monks after that and tasted a small portion of the 'blood mushrooms'.

As a result, the feedback he received was very consistent: apart from the whispers in his ears, these 'blood mushrooms' did not do much harm to the human body.

In this way, Su Xing was completely relieved.

Half a day later.

After the work in the mine was over, Su Xing returned to the house, took out the remaining "blood mushrooms" and tried to take a bite.

Soon, waves of whispers sounded in Su Xing's ears.

"Ka, da, hey, swish, ah...Eh, swish, click, dah..."

These whispers are chaotic and irregular, and cannot be described in human language.

Among the whispers, the only thing Su Xing could hear clearly was the extremely standard pronunciation of the word "ling".

also.

The moment the word 'spirit' rang out, a very familiar figure appeared in front of Su Xing's eyes.

Do not know why.
Chapter completed!