"The fifth day of the first ten days of the month of the Spring Festival in 6563 of the Southern Region New Year."
"Hahahaha! As expected, as expected! I succeeded! Experiment No. 117 succeeded!"
A series of words full of self-emotion, combined with the more exaggerated swash characters, outlined a sense of madness on the vellum.
Angel looked at the typography and was speechless. All the curiosity and urgency in my heart seemed to be poured into a basin of cold water. The crazy cursive characters on it also seemed to be turned into a mocking expression.
What about information about hidden rooms? Don't you suspect there are hidden rooms? Why don't you care all of a sudden
Also, isn't the previous one still in the month of recovery, why did it suddenly enter the month of the Spring Festival? Could it be that Tizallo was completely immersed in Experiment 117 in the past two months
Angel turned the notebook to the back cover, and it was empty without any words.
He read the Codex again from beginning to end, trying to see if he jumped too fast and missed some important clues... However, he still found nothing.
Tizallo just threw a guess on the penultimate page, and then completely ignored it.
Perhaps, it's not that he doesn't care, but there are some things that Tizallo didn't record in the Codex.
Angel sighed, put the code aside, and looked at the two leather scrolls next to him—the first and second volumes of "Tizallo's Experiment Record No. 117".
His eyes lit up slightly, maybe Tizallo recorded the hidden room in these two scrolls
With this purpose in mind, Angel decided to open the scroll and take a look.
After half an hour.
Angel rubbed his swollen temples and raised his head from the desk. His expression was filled with disappointment. The two scrolls did not record anything about the hidden room, it was simply an experimental record.
This experiment did not involve anything within the scope of Angel's current knowledge, so it was very difficult for him to read it, and it took half an hour to read a book.
After reading the last word, Angel could feel a dizziness in front of him.
After resting for a long time, the discomfort gradually eased.
After regaining his senses, Angel glanced at the two leather scrolls on the table again, with a hint of complexity in his eyes.
Experiment No. 117 is a culture experiment of mycelial bombs.
Tizallo is cultivating a kind of mycelium that can parasitize the organism, which can mobilize all the blood in the organism, and finally produce a terrifying explosion. This is called a mycelium bomb.
When Angel saw the overview of this experiment, he felt very familiar, and thought carefully, isn't this similar to the bloodline of the toadstool
The toadstool bloodline is the so-called "disposable bloodline", and it will undoubtedly die after activating the bloodline. And people who have been injected with this kind of blood are also called avatars, the so-called dead men, who hurt the enemy at the cost of self-destruction.
Baluba was injected with this bloodline.
Angel had some doubts. Could Tizallo's mycelium bomb be related to the toadstool's bloodline
Angel thought for a moment, then shook his head, throwing these tedious thoughts aside. Whether the mycelium bomb is related to the toadstool's bloodline has nothing to do with him.
Compared with this experiment of Tizallo, he was more concerned about his own precipitation and the hidden room he mentioned.
After all, Angel wants to stay in the ruins temporarily. If there is a hidden room, in order to prevent danger, he still hopes to find it.
Since Tizallo didn't mention the hidden room, Angel planned to find it himself.
For the next hour or so, Angel began to use his mental tentacles to explore the entire ruins. But the final result was still unsatisfactory.
On the lower three floors of the ruins, there is no mechanism that can be activated. Under the tentacles of spiritual power, everything is calm.
So, could it be in the corridor on the first floor
Angel thought for a moment, then walked out of the study. He planned to go to the corridor on the first floor to see the situation. But to his regret, after his repeated inspections, there was no strange place in the corridor on the first floor.
Angel looked back and thought, and thought it was right.
When Tizallo moved in, he was a second-level true-knowledge sorcerer. At his level, he didn't find the hidden room. How could he find it so easily
Moreover, there is a key question, does the so-called hidden room exist? This is actually a problem.
Maybe Tizallo just mentioned it casually on the notebook. Seeing how he didn't care at all, maybe he was just paranoid at the time.
When Angel thought so, he had already reached the entrance of the corridor, which was also the gate of the ruins.
Angel thought for a while, stretched out his hand and pushed the door open.
Outside the door is the night of the Pamiji Plateau.
The thin snowfield, under the starry night, reflected a faint light. It looks a little less reckless than in the daytime, and a little more gentle that belongs only to the night.
Angel walked out of the ruins and moved his gaze to the withered stump at the door.
He flicked his sleeves gently, and the illusion that covered the surroundings disappeared. The withered stump recovered into a five-meter-high lush tree at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Since he couldn't find any clues in the ruins, Angel planned to ask the tree spirit.
After all, it was the Dryad who handed the "Tizallo No. 117 Experiment Record (Volume 1)" to him, so he must know the existence of the second volume, and he must also understand Tizallo's Codex.
So does the Dryad know what's going on in this hidden room
With this doubt, Angel reached out and touched the trunk of the tree. At the same time, a spiritual force was slowly instilled into the trunk with the touch of his fingertips.
The big tree didn't respond at first. After about a minute, the leaves began to sway without wind, and each leaf began to glow green.
These light spots slowly merged together, and finally, turned into a green light and shadow.
In the light and shadow, the image of the tree spirit emerged.
"Lord Dryad, good night." When the eyes of the tree spirit began to appear in the light and shadow, Angel gently lowered his head to greet him.
After the Dryad appeared, he stretched his waist and leaned against the tree trunk: "There are still three hours before the morning star rises. It's better to say good morning instead of good night."
Angel didn't seem to hear the meaning of the tree spirit, and said kindly: "Good morning."
The tree spirit looked at Angel quietly, the latter looked calm, the tree spirit pondered for a moment, or sighed and said: "... good morning."
Dryad: "Tell me, what's the matter with me?"
"There are indeed some things, but it's not very important." Angel did not express the doubts in his heart for the first time, but inquired about another matter: "Lord Tree Spirit seems to be in a good mood?"
Although the tree spirit appeared, "I'm very busy, you disturb me so late", but Angel could see that there seemed to be a hint of joy between the tree spirit's brows, which was completely different from the daytime situation. .
The tree spirit nodded and said, "It's really not bad."
"Is it because of... the tea party?"
The dryad didn't hide it either, nodded and said, "It is indeed related to the tea party."
Angel: "Isn't Lianna planning to open up a dedicated tea party space?"
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