After the witch gestured, she turned around and returned to the wooden house. Burigude whispered to Wang Jingzhe: "Since she took the initiative to find you, I think you have anything you want to ask, just ask, the opportunity is good."

"Where is there a free lunch? How can it be so easy to ask..." Wang Jingzhe threw down an inexplicable sentence and walked over slowly.

Burigude frowned, and didn't think too much about it, so he didn't think too much about it. He turned around and looked at the pictures on the altar. The most primitive records of these shamans made him very interested. The things on them had never been recorded by the outside world.

Wang Jingzhe walked very slowly, walking step by step, and he scratched his scalp while walking, with his expression extremely irritable. This strange and unpredictable shaman origin actually brought him a particularly bad feeling, but it was hard to explain.

Wang Jingzhe looked at the people here with his eyes floating around and looked at them carefully. Suddenly, the two children who had chased a butterfly had run over, and their feet ran quickly, perhaps because the center of gravity was not stable. One of them ran and staggered to the ground. Not far from him, a woman who was weaving a rattan basket looked over. After a glance, she lowered her head expressionlessly. Then the child got up without crying or making a fuss. Then he looked at his knee that was rubbed, and came to the woman as if nothing had happened. She sat on a bench, took out wild fruit from her arms and ate it.

Wang Jingzhe turned his head and looked at the other side. An old man in his twilight years leaned against a recliner and was coughing violently. There were many pustules on his body and abscesses flowing. There were many parts of his body. When Wang Jingzhe glanced at him, he found that he had a sputum and spit on the ground. There were black blood clots in the sputum. It was obvious that he was terminally ill and could not live long. Next to him was his family who was working. He seemed to have never heard of the old man coughing so hard. He was still busy with his work and did not even raise his eyelids.

Wang Jingzhe frowned, turned his head and raised his legs when he found a cockroach swimming in front of his feet. His feet paused slightly, and then he suddenly stepped on the cockroach. At the same time, he bent down and quickly took out a piece of talisman paper from his arms, reached it under his feet, wrapped the trampled cockroach in, and held it in the palm of his hand.

Straighten his waist, Wang Jingzhe walked into the witch's wooden house with expressionless face.

On the windowsill, several green buds were swaying gently in the breeze. His eyes looked at the witch sitting on the rattan chair. The other party nodded to him and pointed to a chair next to him.

When Wang Jingzhe sat down, he maintained enough respect for the other party, put his hands on his knees, his waist was straight, and his eyes were not squinting, and his attitude was very positive because he knew that there might be a very serious conversation next.

At the beginning, neither of them spoke. Wang Jingzhe naturally didn't know where to start, so he could only wait for the other party to speak, while the witch was looking at him, with a glimmer of eyes still in his eyes.

After a moment of silence, the witch spoke, and the first sentence he said surprised Wang Jingzhe a lot. This sentence was reasonable and unexpected.

"You are a person cursed by the gods..."

Wang Jingzhe raised his head slightly, and his expression changed. He naturally knew that the other party was talking about the incident of being punished by God when he was thirty years old. This hurdle was also his devil, which troubled the three generations of the Wang family.

After thinking about it, Wang Jingzhe still didn't speak because he didn't know how to go on.

"You want the danqing bud..."

When the witch said the second sentence, Wang Jingzhe frowned. The other party said less than a few dozen words in total, but he told all the secrets and the most urgent things he had in him. As expected, he was indeed the prophetic master of Shamanism No.1, and he suddenly reached the point.

When Wang Jingzhe was waiting for the other party's third sentence to continue, he didn't expect that she would suddenly tell something else.

"Our ancestors have lived here for generations, living a life of isolation from the world. They have never taken a step here, and few people come in." When the Shaman's Great Prophet Master told this very tragic past, his expression did not change much: "The tribesmen wanted to get out of this ancestral land, and many people wanted to go out, but they were eventually buried in the miasma forest. I think when you came in, you already found that there were a lot of bones there, right?"

Wang Jingzhe narrowed his eyes and found that the other party's expression still had no change: "Yes, there are many. I thought they were the ones who accidentally got into the miasma and died of poisoning, but I didn't expect that they were here."

"We want to go out," the witch finally sighed at this time.

Wang Jingzhe frowned and asked, "Why can't you get out?"

"Of course it's because of that miasma that we can't get out," said the witch as a matter of course.

"So, you need me to break a passage for you?"

"If you can get in, of course you can go out again." The witch looked at Wang Jingzhe and said cautiously: "As a condition of exchange, I can point out the curse of the gods for you. Although it will not break this curse, it will probably be of some help to you. I think you will not refuse the condition of exchange."

Wang Jingzhe asked in confusion: "Why do you want to go out? Are you not trying to protect this shamanic holy land? Who will protect it when you go out?"

"No one has been able to come in for so many years. Do you still need to protect this place?" the witch asked back.

Wang Jingzhe opened his mouth and was speechless. What she said was indeed that many years have passed, and no one can come in here, so there is no need to protect him. This is just taking off his pants and farting. This is a waste of time.

The other party pointed out that Wang Jingzhe was punished by God and said that he came here to seek Danqingya. If he predicted twice in a row, he was undoubtedly explaining a fact for him, that is, I do have the ability to predict, and you must believe it.

This can naturally win the trust of Wang Jingzhe, and he certainly believes it deeply at this time.

The witch continued, "If you agree, let's prepare for it..."

Wang Jingzhe thought for a while and said, "The outside world may not be here."

The witch sighed and shook her head and said, "When you stayed in a cage for too long, too long, you would think that you have to go out no matter what, it is better than being trapped in a cage forever?"

Wang Jingzhe said: "That's true"

"Did you agree?"
Chapter completed!