I was favored by the evil god, and I became a white-bone bodhisattva.

The cursed blood flowed out from the back of the little girl's hand for the third time, and the blood turned into smoke, floating towards the doll.

Boom——

Most of the curling black smoke was dispersed, and the remaining smoke gently brushed across the puppet's face.

With a plop, it fell to the ground, completely losing its spirituality.

After the puppet fell to the ground, the blood on the back of Tangtang's hand turned back to red.

But the curse did not disappear, but instead re-entered her bloodline.

Failed. Even with the three-strike wooden doll that could break the curse, it still failed.

The statement that he knows a thing or two about the art of cursing is just a humble remark. In fact, Agula's attainment in cursing is the best in the grassland, and he can also be ranked among the best in the world.

But in this indirect confrontation, he was completely defeated!

Tongtian Shaman pondered for a long time before slowly saying, "A monk who has achieved immortality through spells has cast the most vicious blood curse on your family. Every time this curse is cast, it will rob the victim of some of their vitality. The victim's body will become weaker and weaker, and eventually die in a few years."

As he spoke, he sighed, "Shaman Tangtang, although you have used some unknown method to lock up your vitality, so that you only have one serious illness every month, most of your family members have died of premature aging, right?"

This is a cruel topic, but in order to find out the ins and outs of the curse and further help Tangtang, Agula had to ask.

.........

"The only one in the family who gets sick every month is Tangtang. Besides, no one in Tangtang's family has died of premature aging."

Agula was stunned to find that the little girl directly overturned his own judgment.

"Shaman Tangtang, I know you are reluctant to talk about this. But I must learn more about your family's blood curse before I can come up with other ways to help you."

Hearing this, the little girl replied with her most serious expression: "Agula Shaman, things are really not as you said. Tangtang comes from a place called Baishi Village in Wu State..."

As Tangtang spoke, Tongtian Shaman became more and more confused.

His judgment was not wrong, but Tangtang didn't look like she was lying at all.

So, what is going on?!

Chapter 189 The Exile

Although he was wearing a mask, Tangtang could not hide the distress on Agula's face.

The current situation is like a doctor misdiagnosing the condition and being unable to prescribe the right medicine.

Well, the word "wrong judgment" is not quite accurate. It should be said that the doctor made a judgment with full confidence, but the result did not match the patient's actual situation at all!

"Agula Shaman, it's okay."

The little girl comforted him, "When Tangtang has completed the "Miaoxiang Liuli Sutra", she won't be afraid of curses anymore."

There is indeed a method to restrain the curse, but if Tangtang Shaman really wants to break the blood curse, he might have to use this method to prove his immortality.

Agula asked about Tangtang's practice and learned that she was in an accumulation period and needed a huge amount of natural treasures to quickly get through this stage.

'Lightning-struck wood can be considered a natural treasure, but it is obviously of little help to Tangtang Shaman's practice.'

Natural treasures are rare, let alone those that are beneficial to spiritual practice.

Not to mention that Tongtian Shaman didn’t have any, even if he did, he would have eaten it... long ago...?

Wait, it seems to be true!

"Tangtang Shaman, do you like barbecue?"

"like!"

"As long as you like it, come to my place tomorrow and I'll grill a very special meat for you."

The very special meat is naturally lizard meat.

To be honest, Agula has never eaten this thing, so he doesn't know whether it can increase the foundation of practitioners.

But it doesn't hurt to try.

The next day, when the little girl came to Tongtian Shaman's tent, she was shocked by the temperature inside.

"It's so hot, Shaman Agula, Tangtang, help you open the tent."

Agula nodded and continued to concentrate on grilling the lizard meat.

This meat cannot be cooked with ordinary fire, it needs to be cooked with lightning-struck wood.

Therefore, Agula also discovered another use for lightning-struck wood: if burned as firewood, it is very effective in dispelling resentful spirits.

..........

“This is neither lamb nor beef.”

After just one bite of the fragrant barbecue, Tangtang said it with certainty.

"Why do you think so?" Agula took off his mask and chewed the lizard meat carefully. He felt that it tasted quite good.

"The taste is very different. The meat is very chewy, and besides the meaty taste there is also a hint of grass."

"Ah, I remembered that it loved to eat milkweed when it was alive, so I made some milkweed juice and dripped it on the meat." Agula said casually.

"Milkweed juice?" The little girl's eyes lit up: "More, more, Tangtang likes it."

After the barbecue, both of them were sweating profusely.

As for the effect, uh, I can’t feel any effect for the time being. Maybe I need to eat a few more meals and see.

"Agula Shaman, Tangtang, bring some barbecue back." Such delicious barbecue, Sister Wanzi must also try it.

"it is good"

After eating barbecue for several days in a row, Agula had a dream one day.

It wasn’t that the God of Earth and Fire came to seek revenge on him, but rather - a warning from the Great Spirit Lord!

The sun was shining brightly in the sky, and large groups of black-armored soldiers were gathering on the ground.

Cang represents black, which represents the virtue of water. It is obvious at first glance that these black-armored soldiers belong to the Cang Kingdom.

There is a saying that goes, when the number of people exceeds ten thousand, there is no limit.

But the number of soldiers sent out by the Cang Kingdom this time was more than 10,000. Even 100,000 soldiers would not be enough to stop them!

The army was boundless, and the soldiers were full of fighting spirit. As the army marched forward, a momentum of "everlasting victory" was faintly gathering.

This doesn't make sense, because the Cang Kingdom and the grassland have won and lost against each other, and they shouldn't have been able to gather such a terrifying military force that even Agula felt suffocated.

How could this be, how could this be!

What exactly caused this, the main general?

Turning his sight, Agula saw a man in black robe in the center of the army formation.

He was not fat, but at first glance he looked bloated, as if something was stuffed into his body.

There was nothing unusual about the areas covered by the black robe, but the skin on the exposed palms, neck, and even face was all cracked!

It was something inside the body that stretched and broke apart.

..........

The great general of the Cang Kingdom and the leader of the Netherworld White Bone Sect—Bai Tianqing, his current condition is definitely not good.

It's not just the physical condition of this immortal, the mental condition is also worrying.

His eyes were filled with boundless evil thoughts, and the only bit of clarity in them was so pure that it could almost be described as pure murderous intent.

Agula knew at a glance that this murderous intent was directed at him.

Over the past hundred years, the two sides fought three times in total, and Bai Tianqing was defeated all three times.

But to be fair, without the favor of the Great Spirit Lord, Tongtian Shaman's own strength would be somewhat inferior to that of the Lord of the Netherworld Bone Sect.

After three defeats in a row, it is understandable that he developed evil thoughts.

But I always feel that things are not that simple.

Putting Bai Tianqing's situation aside for the moment, Agula believed that his opponent could not bring about such a drastic change in an army of 100,000 people.

Thinking further, how can an ordinary person do such a thing?

If he is not a mortal, then he must be the God of War!

Is the military god of Cang Kingdom really going to the grassland to have a decisive battle with the Great Spirit Lord?

But where is He? He is not seen among the army.

As he thought about this, Agula's perspective changed uncontrollably.

Rising, rising, rising.

When the Cang soldiers on the ground turned into small black dots, and then looking down at the entire army formation, the image of "Him" suddenly became clear.

A cold gaze swept over, and Tongtian Shaman's heart trembled, and the whole dream shattered.

........

Agula suddenly opened his eyes, climbed out of the bed, and paced back and forth in the dark tent.

When it was dawn, he sent someone to call Halbara.

"Go to the westernmost part of the grassland and see what's happening to those exiles."

"Yes!"

Without any nonsense, the Bone Shaman responded neatly and strode out of the tent to carry out his mission.

Halbara's temperament sometimes makes Agula feel helpless, but at this moment, Tongtian Shaman thinks this is just fine.

Carrying a few days' worth of dry food and choosing a horse with great endurance, Halbara headed west.

The land east of the grassland is the most fertile. The royal court and several large tribes are all in the east, while the west is where small tribes gather.

But the 'West' where those exiles were located had already gone beyond the traditional definition of the west of the grassland.

Not only is the land barren and desolate, even the water is bitter!

There was not a single cattle or sheep as far as Halbara could see. Yet, in this place where even cattle and sheep could not survive, the exiles stubbornly took root.

"Powerful Bone Shaman, why are you here?"

"I'm here to take a look at the situation."

Facing those hateful gazes calmly, Halbara asked dully, "Are there any shamans here?"

Chapter 190: Helping

Seeing that no one answered his question, Halbara dismounted and took out some dried meat strips from the animal skin bag.

After eating one with gusto, the bone-adorned shaman said, "Answer me, and I'll give these to you."

"..."

Many people stared at the strip of meat in his hand and drooled, but in the end no one "betrayed" the Shaman of the Exiled Land.

[The people here still have strong faith]

Sometimes no answer is also an answer. After making such a judgment, Halbara forced a wooden smile and handed over the meat strip in his hand.

"It's not poisonous. I've eaten it. I'll give it to you. Eat it."

A child tried to take the strip of meat from his hand, but was slapped back by the elder.

Amidst the cries, Halbara placed the strips of meat on the ground and rode his horse deeper into the land of exile.

[No one attacked me by surprise. They knew my strength very well.]

[I blurted out "powerful bone shaman" before. It seems that the shamans in the Exiled Land have not lost their traditions. In fact...]

There are even strong people at the same level as me!

This is good. Lord Agula will surely be very happy when he knows the news.

Thinking about this, Halbara suddenly turned around.

Those people were still staring at him with hateful eyes, but the strips of meat on the ground were gone.

[Although hatred is inherited, it is not deep-rooted hatred. ]