"Bao'er, can you pick another one for me?"
Han Sen did not believe it. If the mushroom really could drop a sacred-blood beast soul, there was no way he could only get an ordinary one.
Bao'er nodded and moved to pick the mushroom. Han Sen quickly said, "That one is too small. It's only the size of a fist. It can't drop a high-class beast soul. Pick that one for me. Yes, the big one."
Bao'er held a mushroom the size of a football and handed it to Han Sen. Han Sen felt it was much heavier than the one he had opened before.
"You can tell if a plant like this is good or bad. The big one must be the lifeforce it absorbs. And if it grows well, the chance of it dropping a good beast soul is higher," Han Sen said as he squeezed the mushroom.
Pop!
The mushroom was the size of a soccer ball, and when it was crushed, a white light came out of it and entered his Sea of Soul.
"Ordinary Beast Soul Grenade Mushroom obtained."
"Sh * t! Why is it still an ordinary beast soul? Is the smaller the better?" Han Sen thought to himself.
"Dad, I got another sacred-blood beast soul," Bao'er said to Han Sen, as she squeezed another mushroom.
"My posture just now must be wrong. I can't be that unlucky."
Han Sen gritted his teeth and said to Bao 'er, "Bao' er, help me pick another one. This time, pick a small one. The big one doesn't fit me. It doesn't fit me."
"What's a horoscope?" Bao'er looked at Han Sen with confusion.
"Don't worry about that. Pick a small one for me," Han Sen quickly said.
Bao'er was very obedient, and she picked a small mushroom for Han Sen. She threw it into Han Sen's hands.
Han Sen held the mushroom with both hands and made a pose of burning incense. He closed his eyes and prayed devoutly, "Buddha, God, Mary Ozawa, please bless me with a sacred-blood beast soul. I will pray every day and burn incense every night. My believer, Han Sen, please bless me..."
After praying, Han Sen prepared to squeeze the mushroom. But then, he thought of something, and so he turned around and squeezed the mushroom.
"Ordinary Beast Soul Grenade Mushroom obtained."
"F * ck you! This must be a matter of probability. It is not that I am unlucky. Probability is something that happens to everyone. There will always be good and bad. The average should not be too different. I just need a few more." Han Sen had given up on superstition and decided to believe in science.
"Dad, I got another sacred-blood beast soul. What did you get?" Bao'er asked happily.
"We are about the same. Can you pick a few more for me?" Han Sen coughed.
Bao'er obediently picked a few more mushrooms for Han Sen. Han Sen took a deep breath, held the mushroom, and thought, "Gods are not reliable. Science is the truth. I have to believe in science."
"Ordinary Beast Soul Grenade Mushroom obtained."
"Dad, why are they all sacred-blood beast souls?"
"Ordinary Beast Soul Grenade Mushroom obtained."
"So boring. Another sacred-blood beast soul. Is that all?"
"Ordinary Beast Soul Grenade Mushroom obtained."
"Dad, I got a super beast soul grenade mushroom!"
Pfft!
Han Sen almost coughed up blood. His hands were shaking. Although there were still mushrooms in front of him, he couldn't bring himself to pinch them. It was too much of a blow.
But then, he thought to himself, "Bao 'er is different. She's not an ordinary person. It's normal for her to be able to create a high-class beast soul. I'm not unlucky. I'm just like an ordinary person."
"What are you guys doing?
What are these mushrooms for? "Ling Mei 'er asked with a curious look on her face.
Han Sen's eyes brightened. He gave her a mushroom and said, "Try it."
In the first three sanctuaries, spirits were not allowed to use beast souls unless they submitted to humans. He wondered if it was the same in the Fourth God's Sanctuary.
If the spirits were unable to obtain a beast soul, what would they gain by crushing the fruit?
Han Sen was looking forward to seeing what would happen, though. After all, there was no way a spirit could not use a beast soul.
Ling Mei'er watched Han Sen and Bao'er squeeze the mushrooms, and she wanted to squeeze them as well. Now that Han Sen had given her a mushroom, she squeezed it.
Boom!
A white light shot out of the mushroom and into Ling Mei 'er's forehead.
Ling Mei'er looked happy, and she said, "I got a primitive beast soul!"
Han Sen felt a little nervous. Although it was only a primitive beast soul, it was still better than his ordinary one.
Han Sen gave the other two to Ling Mei 'er, and she made one mutant and one primitive. That seemed to be the level of a normal person.
"I don't care.
Back in the day, the number of high-class beast souls I got from killing monsters was enough to circle the Alliance three times.
Who cares about this crappy beast soul? It's a beast soul I got for free, and it's not something that requires skill.
Elites don't even bother to use it.
Elites like me don't need beast souls like this." Han Sen's eyes twitched, and he curled his lips as he spoke.
Bao'er walked back and forth among the mushrooms. She bent down and picked a mushroom, and it looked like she was having a lot of fun.
"Dad, these are for you." Bao'er ran over to Han Sen with a few mushrooms.
"Dad doesn't need them. Bao'er can squeeze them if she likes." Han Sen gave up on the idea of squeezing more mushrooms, thinking it would be a waste.
There were a lot of mushrooms there, and it looked like there were a hundred of them. But if Bao'er squeezed them, she could at least get a sacred-blood beast soul. Ordinary beast souls were useless.
Bao'er went to pick the mushrooms to make beast souls, and Han Sen did some research. All the beast souls were Grenade Mushrooms of different levels.
Han Sen had never seen a plant beast soul before, so he summoned an ordinary Grenade Mushroom.
A snow-white mushroom appeared in Han Sen's hand, which surprised him. It hadn't changed in the slightest, and it still looked the same.
"Grenade Mushroom? Can it be used as a bomb?" Han Sen threw the Grenade Mushroom away.
Pang!
When the Grenade Mushroom landed on the ground, a loud sound was heard. After the Grenade Mushroom landed, it directly exploded, creating a white mushroom cloud. A piece of rock was blown apart.
"Holy sh * t! It really can be used as a bomb!
Not bad. If an ordinary one is this powerful, how powerful would the sacred-blood and super ones be? "Han Sen was overjoyed.
"It is a shame that the Grenade Mushroom beast soul is a one-time use." Han Sen thought to himself greedily.
Suddenly, a strange noise came from the cave. It sounded like something was coming their way.