Chapter 450

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 divine wood stick in his hand. Of course, the divine wood stick is the name of Qingmu. Savages call it the wooden stick to communicate with gods, or there is no name at all.

Now, Aoki finds that the wicker in his hand has a similar function. However, compared with the dark and shiny 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 at the wicker and wondered why.

When petru buried the bullet in Tabb, the bullet was stained with weak mental power. So is it that the wicker has been carried in its own bag for a long time on the island and has been contaminated with spiritual power?

But why only wickers have cigarettes? He picked up the cigarette again, smelled it and shook his head.

Petru thought he was addicted to smoking and said with a smile, "don't smell it. It's so wet that it's hard to smoke even if it's dried in the sun."

Aoki asked him, "how did you think of burying the bullet under tabu?"

Petru said, "I buried a lot of weapons in the place where there is tabu, just in case. There is a saying in China that 'a cunning rabbit digs three holes in the ground'. There is also a saying in Somalia that 'smart pirates will never bury their treasures on an island'. I didn't expect bullets to be stained with spiritual power."

"Have you ever found that the mental power of bullets will change? For example, stronger and stronger?" Aoki asked.

"There will be a little, but it's not obvious," petru said. "I think it may become different after being buried for hundreds of years. Maybe it can produce consciousness!"

Aoki looked at the wicker in his hand, thought about its characteristics, and thought of the wooden stick in the old man's hand. They are all wood.

He stood up, walked to a big tree not far away, folded a branch, closed his eyes and felt it, threw away the branch, picked up the fallen leaves and soft soil on the ground, pulled out a curly root, closed his eyes and felt it, but shook his head and threw it away.

He walked around in the woods, pulling a grass and smelling it in front of his nose, picking up a stone and listening to it in his ear.

Petru saw Aoki and asked the coal boss, "where did you go just now? Was your master stimulated?"

The crow had long found the abnormality of Aoki and said to petru, "I guess... He is homesick."

"Homesick?" petru was stunned. "Homesick now?" he shook his head and felt that it didn't look like Aoki he knew.

The crow stared at the wicker in Qingmu's hand and croaked a poem: "there are endless trees in Liuying lane, only the weeping poplar tube leaves, the wicker is folded, the flowers are flying, and ask if the pedestrian will return..."

Petru couldn't understand its Chinese, muttered "crazy row", and continued to wipe his gun with his head down.

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

"Hey, hey, you don't have a headache now?" the crow flew to his head and knocked him on the head with his claws. "Did the landlady give you strength?"

Aoki ignored him and just took the wicker in his hand and looked over and over.

At this time, there came Su Huilan's voice: "have you dried your clothes? We're ready."

Petru and Anderson took the clothes from the air, put them on whether they were dry or not, and said, "OK, OK."

Suhuilan and Alice helped Mrs. Larry out together. When she saw Aoki coming back, she said, "have you seen the savage?"

Aoki suddenly said to suhuilan, "come here."

Suhuilan didn't know what he was going to do. She came and sat down next to him and looked at him suspiciously.

Aoki handed her the wicker: "take this."

Su Huilan knew it was brought from Qingmu's backpack. She had seen it several times when opening the bag before. Although she had never asked him, she still knew the allusions about the broken willow. Moreover, just now the crow had recited a few ancient Chinese poems with its unique magnetic voice. As soon as she heard it, she thought of the origin of the willow.

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

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

"What's unusual?" Su Huilan looked blankly.

"Such as mental fluctuation?" Aoki said.

"Mental fluctuation?" Su Huilan said in surprise. "Do you mean there are mental fluctuations on the wicker? How possible! You can sense the spiritual power of plants, but I can't. and even if plants have spiritual power, they have to be alive, this..."

She wanted to say that it was a dead branch, but she thought of the meaning of the broken willow. She felt that it was a little hurtful, so she swallowed the words behind her.

Aoki determined that Su Huilan didn't feel 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 didn't give up. He took the wicker to petru: "petru, try it!"

"Try what?" petru didn't know why, but he shook the wicker in his hand. "Do you want me to use my mental strength to germinate this thing? I'm not so powerful! What you can't do, I'm even more impossible!"

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

Su Huilan asked, "what's going on?"

Aoki doesn't want to hide, and there's nothing to hide. It's still unknown whether we can leave here alive, and he seems to be the only one with this ability.

He explained 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 suhuilan and petru were surprised to know what it meant.

"So you're as good as that old man now?" said petru.

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

"I thought I could get revenge!" petru sighed disappointed and held a dead grass in his mouth. He glanced at Mrs. Larry secretly, remembered the savagery of the wild people, and spit the grass stem bitten by his teeth on the ground.

Suhuilan was silent for a while, and looked at Qingmu with her cheek: "aren't you really a wood?"

Everyone couldn't think of any reasonable explanation. Petru said, "why do you think so much? It's not a bad thing. If I say, go and steal the old savage's wooden stick. Without that cheating thing, I'll take their nest!"

He said, picked up the parts on the ground, ate them a few times, assembled a pistol, held it in his hand and aimed it at the front to shoot, and made a simulacrum of "bang bang" in his mouth.

Aoki said, "they are building a camp over there. It seems that they are going to fight with another group of people. I suspect this is the territory of another savage tribe. Let's touch it and see the situation. If they fight, maybe they can get a bargain."

"What are you waiting for? Let's go!" petru shouted, assembling the dried guns.

Then Mrs. Larry said, "wait, I saw something... Strange in that altar. I think I should say it. It may be useful to you."