"It seems that Rembrandt boy must have mentioned me to you." The wasteland shaman was not surprised that his identity was revealed. After smiling, his eyes fell on Leo's hands.

He looked stunned for a moment and asked doubtfully: "Why don't you put on the strange object I made? If you don't lock the position of the beacon of Silver Moon Tower outside, it will be useless to put it on again after being pulled to an alien plane.

"

Leo asked about it and said: "Do I need permission from Silver Moon Tower to locate the landmark location of Silver Moon Tower?"

"Of course." The wasteland shaman nodded, and also realized what Leo wanted to say, his expression became a little serious, and he said in a deep voice: "You are suspicious of Silver Moon Tower..."

Leo didn't wait for the wasteland shaman to finish and asked again: "Have you made an agreement with him to borrow the beacon?"

The wasteland shaman shook his head.

"Then why does he want to help you?" Leo asked again.

The wasteland shaman argued: "Wouldn't this also help him?"

Leo said coldly: "How can it help the Silver Moon Tower? If the beacon is useful, he will have to face dozens of competitors who can also use the beacon to get out of trouble. If it is not useful, then he will be the same.

I will be trapped in here." As he said that, he paused and then said: "I never put my hope in other people. For some things, especially such major matters of life and death, it is better to rely on yourself."

The wasteland shaman wanted to say something else, but after opening his mouth, nothing came out in the end, but his face became a little ugly. After thinking for a while, he took off the stone bracelet from his wrist.

"Are you interested in us cooperating?" the wasteland shaman suggested somewhat abruptly.

Leo found that although the wilderness shaman was very strong, he might have stayed in the wild for too long, or his status was too high and he was not very good at dealing with people and sophistication. Otherwise, he would not suddenly

Proposing cooperation to Leo, a stranger.

Even so, Leo did not dislike such people, so he nodded and said, "How to cooperate?"

"Uh!" Leo agreed so readily, which was somewhat beyond the expectations of the wilderness shaman, which made him unable to react. He was speechless for a moment, then smiled awkwardly and asked, "Hey! I just said it casually,

In fact, I don’t know how to cooperate?” Worried about Leo’s misunderstanding, he added: “I’ve never cooperated with anyone before, do you have any good suggestions?”

Leo began to feel that it might be a wrong decision to engage with the wasteland shaman in front of him, but after entering an unknown and dangerous area, having a powerful collaborator like the wasteland shaman can greatly increase the chance of survival.

Thinking of this, Leo took a deep breath, suppressed the urge to turn around and leave, then stretched out his hand and said calmly: "Let's start by introducing ourselves first! After all, as a collaborator, he may also be the last collaborator.

, we must at least know each other's names. Hello, I am Leo Dodd, an English soldier."

The wasteland shaman also thought Leo's behavior was very interesting. He shook Leo's hand and said, "Hello, I am Frightened Foot, a wasteland shaman from the Moissan Continent."

Leo felt that the other party was not the kind of person who was difficult to get along with, so he continued: "Since we are collaborators, you can just call me Leo, and I will call you..."

The wasteland shaman also took the initiative to request: "Just ask me to stamp on my feet."

Leo was not pretentious. He nodded in agreement, then thought about it and said, "This is the first time for you and me to cooperate. You don't know my abilities, and I don't know yours. We don't have time to practice cooperating with each other, so you

I can only be regarded as an ally. Once something happens, you and I will stand on the same side and fight the enemy together no matter what. As for normal times, we will look after each other and communicate with each other if we find anything. What do you think of this kind of cooperation?

?”

"Very good, let's cooperate like this." The wasteland shaman nodded in agreement, and then asked: "But when there is a problem, who should take the lead?"

Leo quickly replied: "It's very simple, whoever's reason is convincing will be the main one."

"Well, I have no problem!" Treading nodded, then he dug into his pocket, and finally took out a leaf, handed it to Leo, and said: "Put this leaf away. If we are in an accident,

After we are separated, this leaf can help you find me and also allow me to sense your location."

After Leo took the leaves, he showed a little doubt, because he did not feel any spiritual energy from the leaves. Even if he observed them with spiritual vision, the leaves looked no different from ordinary leaves.

Perhaps sensing Leo's doubts, he smiled and lightly touched the leaf in Leo's hand with his fingers that gathered psychic energy. He saw a circle of psychic energy waves spread out from where his finger touched.

Come, and under the stimulation of the psychic energy wave, the Turing root hidden in the leaf pattern emerges, and after the psychic energy wave disappears, it becomes invisible and disappears.

"Is this the natural Turing root?" Leo could see that the Turing root was perfectly integrated with the surrounding leaf patterns, without any trace of artificial carving, and he also found that the Turing root

It was the most complex Turing root he had ever seen. Even the accessory brain system could not decipher how many basic radicals it contained.

Jingturantu explained: "The Gamore language is derived from this natural spiritual pattern. The spiritual pattern is a resonance pattern produced by all things in nature after being affected by the spirit of nature. It has the effect of affecting the power of nature."

Hearing this, Leo also tried to focus his spiritual energy on his fingers, and tapped the leaves lightly. Then, just like before, the leaves revealed the natural Turing roots hidden under the leaf patterns.

However, Leo discovered that there were some differences between the natural Turing root stimulated by his spiritual energy and the Turing root stimulated by Stampede.

According to the record analysis of the accessory brain system, the Turing radical he inspired has at least hundreds of different basic radicals, and these radicals are mixed into the natural Turing radical, making the natural Turing radical cracked

The difficulty increases at a geometric rate.

According to the estimation of the accessory brain system, if it is forcibly cracked by the calculation ability of the accessory brain alone, it may take tens of thousands of years to completely crack it.

Leo didn't think that the person who first discovered the secret of this natural Turing root in the past could have a computing power that far exceeded that of the accessory brain. And since the other party was able to decompose the Turing root and find out the basic root combinations in his lifetime, then

It means there must be a shortcut to crack it.

This shortcut is probably the combination law of Turing's radicals. As long as the combination law is found, the time required to crack it will be much less.

At this moment, Leo felt that the Turing root on this leaf was very important to him. If he could decipher it, perhaps his psychic strength could be greatly improved without increasing his basic physical fitness.

"What kind of leaf is this?" Leo couldn't help but be confused and asked.

"The leaves of the Mother of Plants." When Stampede mentioned the Mother of Plants, his expression looked very solemn. It was obvious that in his shamanistic teachings, the Mother of Plants must be a very high-status natural spirit.

Leo put the leaf into the pocket of his leather windbreaker, but after hesitating for a moment, he took it out and put it inside his shirt to keep it close to his body.

Regarding Leo's careful storage of the leaves, Fengtu looked very satisfied, with a smile on his face.

"Let's go! I think there should be a lot of people gathered in the house." Leo straightened his clothes and turned to look at the strange steeple-shaped building not far away. The firelight could be seen through the broken window.

The figure in the middle is shaking.

The two quickened their pace and soon arrived in front of this strange building.

I don’t know if the people who built this spire villa took into account that no one would live in the building for a long time, and no one would repair it. Therefore, except for a few parts such as doors and windows, the main structure of the building rarely used materials that would decay.

The wood is made of marble strips specially selected from quarries.

Although these stone strips are covered with traces of wind and rain erosion due to some external reasons, the main structure is still strong. At least in the past few hundred years, this building will still be able to stand here if it is not forcibly destroyed by external forces.

If you stand outside the house, you just feel that the shape of the house is weird, but when you enter the house, you can feel as if you have entered an ice cave, and even the breath you exhale turns into cold frost mist.

Just like the doors and windows of the villa, all the wood inside the house, from the stairs to the floors and ceilings, are all rotten. In many places, large holes have even collapsed. The roof can be seen directly through the collapsed caves.

After Leo and Jingturan stepped into the house, they both activated their spiritual vision. Although their spiritual visions were fundamentally different, the effects they achieved were similar.

In their spiritual vision, the decaying houses seen by the naked eye were all intact, just like they saw the garden full of flowers and weeds outside the house, as if there was an unchanged No. 9 Golden Oak Street and a changed Golden Oak.

Street No. 9 overlaps.

"This was not the case a few days ago." Frightened Hoof had come here to check on the situation a few days ago, but he did not encounter anything unusual at that time, nor did he see this scene in his spiritual vision.

scene.

"The moon." Leo pointed to the silver-blue moonlight shining outside the door and said.

"The ancient poet Mussel once described the moonlight as a passage leading to the Holy Spirit. Perhaps it was because he accidentally entered an unknown alien plane through the moonlight." At this moment, a gentleman dressed in a gentleman's suit appeared.

The man in the formal dress came out of the side hall where the fire was coming out, saluted Leo and Scaredy Foot, and said, "You two must also be here for the secret of No. 9 Golden Oak Street! Please come in.

Bar!"

Seeing someone inviting him like the owner of this villa, Leo felt a little weird, and the man next to him frowned, as if he was a little disgusted with the person in front of him.

However, neither of them said anything. Instead, under the guidance of the man, they walked through a small corridor and came to the side hall where the fireplace and oil lamps were already lit.

When walking through the aisle, Leo suddenly stopped and looked at a broken picture frame. Although the picture frame and canvas looked like they were completely decayed to the naked eye, in his spiritual vision, the picture

The frame and the painting inside are still intact, and the painting is a family portrait of the last owner of the house.

What really caught Leo's attention was the incomplete architectural structure diagram that served as the background of the family portrait. He saw the shadow of three-dimensional characters in this incomplete architectural structure diagram.

Unfortunately, the family portrait blocked most of the architectural structural drawings, making it impossible for Leo to see the full architectural structural drawings clearly.

Stampede also noticed from Leo's unusual behavior, but firstly, he didn't understand the Gamore language, secondly, his attention was all on those people, and thirdly, there was no secondary brain system to help him instantly

He memorized the entire picture and sorted it out for display on the retina, so he didn't appear as surprised as Leo.

At this moment, nearly forty people have gathered in the side hall. Although there are so many people gathered here, the room seems very quiet. Everyone is doing their own thing without any conversation.

Desire, which also made the atmosphere in the room very tense.

Leo looked at the people in the room through his spiritual vision, and saw that everyone here was wrapped in psychic aura, with different strengths and weaknesses. The strongest among them should be similar to the psychic intensity of Vashchi, while the weakest

It's similar to Leo who just activated his psychic powers.

Although the strength of psychic abilities cannot represent the level of each person's overall combat power, in a place like No. 9 Golden Oak Street, those who do not have a detailed understanding of mysticism and do not have strong psychic abilities will probably be the first to be eliminated.

Therefore, among these people, no less than ten people have been sentenced to death in Leo's mind.

When Leo came in, others also took a look at Leo and Stampede. Obviously, compared to Leo, an unknown person in the dark world, Stampede, the wasteland shaman, was in the dark world.

He was much more famous, and many people recognized him. Their faces could not help but show surprise, and their hands naturally touched the stone bracelet on his wrist.

Perhaps it was because of everyone's actions of stealing the stone bracelet that Tingturanta felt a little embarrassed. Under everyone's gaze, he walked to the center of the room and reminded loudly: "Everyone, if anyone gets the sign bracelet I made,

Please don’t have too much expectations for it, because I found that there are huge flaws in the bracelet, and it may be misled by some people, so if you can not use it, it is better not to use it.”

Everyone present could not help but froze when they heard Stampede's words. Their eyes looked back and forth between Stampede's body and the bracelet on his wrist.

Some of the people with average strength turned extremely pale, and their eyes were full of panic. They obviously put their hope on the bracelets, so they boldly decided to explore No. 9 Golden Oak Street. Now the bracelet maker said

The bracelet was useless, which immediately caused their original confidence to fall to the bottom.

This group of people did not dare to question the wasteland shaman, so they could only admit that they were unlucky, got up one after another, and walked quickly outside the house to avoid being affected if they continued to stay here.

As for the remaining people, they were just slightly disappointed. Whether the bracelet was effective or not was not a big deal to them. Even without the bracelet, they would still come here, so they just took off the bracelet, put it aside, and continued to wait quietly.
Chapter completed!