Dream Guide

This discovery made Aoki very puzzled, but also 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 wooden stick was named by Aoki. The savages called it a wooden stick to communicate with the gods, or it had no name at all.

Now, Aoki discovered that the wicker in his hand had a similar function. It's just that compared to the old wizard's shiny black stick, the wicker's communication with the island's spiritual force field is still very weak, and its ability to mobilize the island's spiritual energy is also much smaller.

He stared blankly at the wicker hair, guessing the reason.

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

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

Petru, who was on the side, thought he was addicted to cigarettes and said with a smile: "Stop smelling it. It's so wet that it won't be easy to smoke even if it's dried."

Aoki asked him: "How did you come up with the idea to bury the bullet under Tab?"

Petru said: "I buried a lot of weapons where there is a tabu, just in case. There is a saying in China, 'A cunning rabbit digs three burrows.' There is also a proverb in Somalia, 'A smart pirate Never bury treasure on an island'. I also didn't expect bullets to be tainted with spiritual power."

"Then have you ever noticed that the mental power of bullets changes? For example, it becomes stronger and stronger?" Aoki asked.

"There will be a little bit, but it's not obvious." Petru said, "I guess it may become different after being buried for hundreds of years, and maybe it can produce consciousness!"

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

He stood up for a moment, walked to a big tree not far away, broke off a branch, closed his eyes and sensed it, threw the branch away, then picked up the fallen leaves and soft soil on the ground, and pulled out a piece of Cutting off the twisted tree roots, I closed my eyes and sensed it, then shook my head and threw it away.

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

Petru saw Aoki's appearance and asked the coal boss: "Where were you just now? Is your master stimulated by something?"

Crow had already discovered Aoki's abnormality and said to Petru: "I guess... he is homesick."

"Are you homesick?" Petru was stunned for a moment, "Does this mean you're homesick?" He shook his head, feeling that this didn't look like the Aoki he knew.

The crow stared intently at the wicker in Qingmu's hand and croaked a poem: "There are endless trees in Liuying Lane, only the weeping willow tubes are separated. When the wicker branches are broken and the flowers fly away, I would like to ask the passers-by whether they are returning home..."

Petru couldn't understand its Chinese, so he muttered "Crazy crow" and continued to clean the gun.

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

"Hey, you don't have a headache when you think about things now?" The crow flew over his head and tapped his head with its paws, "Did the boss lady give you strength?"

Aoki ignored him, just held the wicker in his hand and turned it over.

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

Petru and Anderson took the clothes that were hanging out and put them on regardless of whether they were dry or not, and then said, "Okay, okay."

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

Qingmu suddenly said to Su Huilan: "Come here."

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

Aoki handed the wicker to her: "Take this."

Su Huilan knew that this was brought in Qingmu's backpack, and she had seen it several times before when opening the bag. Although she had never asked him, she still knew the allusion to the willow tree. What’s more, the crow had just recited a few lines of ancient Chinese poetry with its unique magnetic voice. As soon as she heard it, she thought of the origin of the willow tree.

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

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

"What's abnormal?" Su Huilan looked confused.

"Such as mental fluctuations or something?" Aoki said.

"Psychic fluctuations?" Su Huilan said in surprise, "You mean there are mental fluctuations on this wicker? How is that possible! You can sense the spiritual power of plants, but I can't. And even if the plant has spiritual power, it must be alive. Well, this..."

She wanted to say it was a dead branch, but when she remembered the meaning of the broken willow, she felt that saying that was a bit hurtful, so she swallowed the next words.

Aoki was sure that Su Huilan had not sensed the relationship between the wicker and the spiritual force field on the island. He was a little disappointed and became more and more confused. He was a little unwilling to give up and gave the wicker to Petru: "Petru, give it a try!"

"What are you trying to do?" Petru didn't know why, but he still held the wicker in his hand and shook it. "Do you want me to use my mental power to make this thing sprout? I'm not that powerful! None of you can do it. It’s even more impossible for me to do this!”

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

Su Huilan asked: "What's going on?"

Aoki doesn't want to hide anything, and he has nothing to hide. Whether everyone can leave here alive is still unknown, and it seems that he is the only one who has this ability.

He recounted how the wizard had 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 react at all, but Su Huilan and Petru both understood what this meant and were extremely surprised.

"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 in disappointment and held a piece of dead grass in his mouth. He glanced at Mrs. Larry secretly, remembering the barbaric behavior of the savages, and spit out the grass stems that were bitten by his teeth on the ground.

Su Huilan was silent for a while, then looked at Qingmu with her chin in her hands: "You are not really a piece of wood, are you?"

No one could think of any reasonable explanation, so Petru said: "Why are you thinking so much? It's not a bad thing. If you ask me, go and steal the old savage's stick, without that cheating thing." Son, I will take care of their lair!"

As he spoke, he picked up the parts on the ground and clicked them a few times before assembling a pistol. He held it in his hand and pointed it forward as if to fire, making a "bang bang" sound in his mouth.

Aoki said: "They are setting up a camp over there, and it seems they are going to fight with another group of people. I suspect that this is the territory of another savage tribe. Let's go over and have a look. If they fight, maybe we can pick something up. A bargain."

"Then what are you waiting for? Let's go!" Petru shouted while assembling the dried guns.

At this time Mrs. Larry spoke: "Wait a minute, I saw some... strange things in that altar, I think I should tell you, maybe it will be useful to you."