Hua Wuque shook his head in a daze, and then his eyes regained their clarity, and he looked at Ning Fan with a confused expression.

"Oh, Master Dao, what happened to me, and where is the female ghost on your kid?"

Ning Fan's face was a little dark: "What is a female ghost and not a female ghost? It's all an illusion between us."

"Hallucination, how is it possible? Master Dao, I am invulnerable to all poisons. How can any hallucination confuse me?"

"Stop bragging. You two just ran away after you said there was something wrong with me. I have been looking for you for three or four hours," Ning Fan said helplessly.

Hua Wuque scratched the back of his head, looked at the pile of broken stones in his arms, and quickly threw them aside: "It's so sinister, you actually used this kind of illusion to deceive me."

"Stop talking about this now, where is Zhang Yang?"

"How do I know this Taoist, but this kid is probably under the illusion and may be dead." Hua Wuque waved his hands, looking indifferent.

"Let's see if we can find him. By the way, I encountered some strange things on the way to find you."

"What's the matter? Tell Master Dao."

"We'll talk as we walk."

Ning Fan told Hua Wuque what he had experienced, and now he still shudders when he thinks of those things.

"How is it possible for a ginseng fruit tree? It's something that only exists in myths and novels." Hua Wuque smiled disapprovingly.

Ning Fan took out his phone, pulled out the photo, and let Hua Wuque take a look.

The guy's face gradually became incredible. After taking a breath, he said: "Actually, this kind of ginseng fruit tree does exist in reality, but it is impossible to live as long as the sky by eating one like in mythical novels.

But this cannot stop the ancients from pursuing immortality."

"Then you mean that ginseng fruit trees also exist?"

"It does exist, but you kid definitely doesn't want to hear about that kind of cultivation method."

Hua Wuque always liked to half-talk when he spoke, so Ning Fan gave him a slap in the face: "Tell me the full story, we are all here and you are still talking nonsense."

"Actually...in ancient times, some people did cultivate ginseng fruit trees, and they had certain effects. However, the method of cultivating ginseng fruit trees was extremely cruel."

Hua Wuque looked at Ning Fan and asked again firmly: "Are you sure you want to listen?"

"Then you are talking nonsense, aren't you?"

"The way to cultivate ginseng fruit trees is to use babies as fertilizer, and this ginseng fruit tree itself is a kind of heretic. The cultivated ginseng fruit does have a certain effect of extending life when eaten, but unfortunately it is very difficult to cultivate. There are recorded ginseng fruit trees

Not much."

Ning Fan frowned slightly and asked, "Using babies as fertilizer?"

"Yes, there is a saying among heretics that when a baby is born, it represents the yin and yang of life and death. The breath of life is strong, and it is used to cultivate ginseng fruit trees. The ginseng fruit slowly absorbs the baby's vitality, and that's what it looks like.

"

"hiss......"

Ning Fan took a deep breath: "These people are really crazy."

"Hey, for the so-called immortality, many people have more terrifying ideas, but they are just not known to everyone."

Hua Wuque continued: "The ginseng fruit tree you met outside just now was indeed cultivated, but it is probably dead long ago."

"Well, let's go find Zhang Yang first."

The two walked forward for a while and entered a new tomb chamber, where they found a person running around and giggling.
Chapter completed!