Chapter 450 (1/2)

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.”