Dreamland Guide

This discovery made Aoki very puzzled, but excited.

He knew that the reason why the savage wizard could mobilize the spiritual force field on the island was because of the sacred wooden staff in his hand. Of course, the sacred stick is the name Aoki took, and the savage called it a stick for communicating with the gods, or it had no name at all.

Now, Aoki found that the wicker in his hand had a similar function. It's just that compared to the black and shiny wooden stick of the old wizard, the communication between the wicker and the spiritual force field on the island is still very weak, and the intensity of using it to mobilize the spiritual energy on the island is much smaller.

He stared blankly at the wicker, guessing the reason.

When Petru buried the bullet in Tab, the bullet was contaminated with weak mental power. So is this wicker always carried in his bag, and after a long time on the island, it has been contaminated with spiritual power?

But why is there only wicker and not cigarettes? He picked up the cigarette again, smelled it, and shook his head.

Petru on the side thought he was addicted to cigarettes, and smiled: "Don't smell it, it's so wet, it won't be easy to smoke even if it's dry."

Aoki asked him, "How did you figure out to bury the bullet under Tabb?"

Petru said: "I buried a lot of weapons where there is a Tabb, just in case. You have a saying in China that "cunning rabbits dig three holes in the ground", and there is also a saying in Somalia, "Smart pirates." Never bury the treasure on an island'. I never thought that bullets would be contaminated with spiritual power."

"Then have you ever noticed that the mental power of bullets will change? For example, getting stronger and stronger?" Aoki asked.

"It will be a little bit, but it's not obvious." Petru said, "I guess it may be different after a few hundred years of burying. Maybe it will produce consciousness!"

Aoki looked at the wicker in his hand, thinking about its characteristics, and thinking of the wooden sticks in the old man's hands. They were all wood.

He stood up, walked to a big tree not far away, broke off a branch, closed his eyes and felt it, threw the branch away, and peeled away the fallen leaves and soft soil on the ground, and pulled out a force. After cutting off the curved roots, I closed my eyes and felt it, but shook his head and threw it away.

He wandered around in the woods, pulling a piece of grass, putting it in front of his nose to smell it, and then picking up a stone and putting it in his ear to listen.

Petru saw Aoki's appearance and asked the coal boss: "Where did you go just now? Is your host affected by something?"

The crow had long discovered Aoki's anomaly and said to Petru: "I guess... he is homesick."

"Homesick?" Petru was stunned. "Is this homesick?" He shook his head, feeling that it was not like the Aoki he knew.

The crow stared at the wicker in Aoki's hand and croaked a poem: "There are endless trees in the Liuying Alley, and only weeping poplars are in charge of the separation, the wicker is broken and the flowers are flying away, and the pedestrians will not return..."

Petru didn't understand it, and muttered "Crazycrow", then continued to lower his head to wipe the gun.

Aoki tossed in the woods for a long time, then came back and sat down, thinking blankly.

"Hey, you don't want to have a headache now?" The crow flew over his head and tapped his head with his paw. "Did the lady boss give you the strength?"

Aoki ignored him, only holding the wicker in his hand and looking at it over and over.

At this time, Su Huilan's voice came from over there: "Have your clothes been dried? We are ready."

Petru and Anderson took the clothes they were hanging on, and put them on them regardless of whether they were dry or not, and then said, "It's done."

Su Huilan and Alice helped Mrs. Larry walk out together. When she saw Aoki coming back, she said, "Did you see the savage?"

Qing Mu suddenly said to Su Huilan, "Come here."

Su Huilan didn't know what he was going to do, so she walked over and sat down next to him, looking at him suspiciously.

Aoki handed her the wicker: "You take this."

Su Huilan knew that this was brought from Aoki's backpack, and she had seen it several times before opening the bag. Although she had never asked him, she still knew the allusion about the willow. Besides, the crow had already recited a few ancient poems with its unique magnetic voice just now, and she thought of the origin of the wicker when she heard it.

She didn't know why Aoki gave her the wicker, took it in her hand and looked at it, and asked, "What's wrong with this...?"

Aoki asked, "Don't you feel anything unusual?"

"What's the exception?" Su Huilan looked blank.

"For example, mental fluctuations?" Aoki said.

"Spirit wave?" Su Huilan said in surprise, "You mean there is mental wave on this wicker? How could it be possible! You can sense the mental power of the plant, but I can't. And even if the plant has mental power, it must be alive. Right, this..."

She wanted to say that this was a dead branch, but remembering the meaning of the willow, she felt that it was a bit hurtful to say that, so she swallowed the rest of the story.

Aoki was sure that Su Huilan hadn't sensed the relationship between the wicker and the mental force field on the island. She was a bit disappointed and more confused. He didn't give up, and gave the wicker to Petru: "Petru, you try it!"

"What to try?" Petru didn't know, so he still held the wicker in his hand and shook it. "Do you want me to use mental power to sprout this thing? I'm not that great! You can't do it. It’s even more impossible for me!"

Aoki reluctantly took the wicker back and put it in the pocket of the windbreaker.

Su Huilan asked: "What the **** is going on?"

Aoki didn't want to hide, and there was nothing to hide. Whether everyone could leave this place alive or not was still unknown, and he seemed to have this ability alone.

He talked about how the wizard mobilized the spiritual force field on the island and what he had just discovered about the wicker.

Others didn't understand mental power, so they didn't respond, but Su Huilan and Petru both understood what this meant and were shocked.

"So, you are as strong as that old man now?!" Petru said.

Aoki shook his head and said, "No, the thing in his hand is much stronger than my wicker."

"I thought I could get revenge!" Petru sighed disappointedly, holding a piece of withered grass in his mouth. He glanced at Mrs. Larry secretly, remembering the barbaric behavior of the savages~www.wuxiaspot.com~ and spit out the stalks of grass that had been bitten by their teeth on the ground.

Su Huilan was silent for a while, then looked at Aoki with her cheeks supported: "You can't really be a piece of wood, are you?"

Everyone couldn’t think of a reasonable explanation. Petru said, “Why do you think so much? It’s not a bad thing. Let me say, go and steal the old savage man’s stick together, so I don’t have that cheating thing. Son, I took their nest!"

He said that he picked up the parts on the ground and assembled a pistol with a few clicks.

Aoki said: "They are setting up a camp over there, and it looks like they are going to fight another group of people. I suspect this is the territory of another savage tribe. We touched over to see the situation, if they fight, maybe they can pick it up. It's cheap."

"What are you waiting for? Let's go!" Petru shouted as he assembled all the dried guns.

At this time Mrs. Larry spoke: "Wait, I saw some...strange things in that altar, I think I should say it, maybe it's useful to you." 8)