Weird Survival: I can devour thousands of talents

Chapter 207 206: Identity revealed, sudden changes occur!

The direct transmission amount is still a bit inaccurate.

Because the teleportation array built by Ling Xiao was only based on a simple stone slab, and Qi Heng and others could not leave this thing outside at any time.

Therefore, before teleporting, we have to give them a heads-up and ask them to take out the stone slabs and prepare them.

Ling Xiao could use the mysterious induction of the magic arrays on both sides to determine the teleportation anchor point.

The operation is a bit troublesome, and the only person who can be teleported is Ling Xiao...

But it is a magic circle after all!
There are survivors who have awakened magic array talents or are employed in related professions.

However, judging from information obtained from various channels, their current strength is limited to temporarily summoning various simple combat methods.

Even so, professionals who can cast magic arrays are rare.

At present, apart from them, Ling Xiao really doesn’t know which guild can be equipped with a teleportation array.

The Netherworld White Tiger's [Phantom Tiger Body] is a good skill for concealing one's body.

If Ling Xiao doesn't want it to be revealed in front of others, he just needs to communicate with his mind.

tonight.

He really did a lot.

The aftermath of the deterrent statement is still resonating and tends to intensify.

But these have nothing to do with him for the time being.

Ling Xiao deeply realized that if his fists were strong enough, even forbidding everyone to eat beef would not be a problem!
As long as he could achieve the strength of destroying a group of people by himself, coupled with his outrageous mobility, he could become the "Sword Wielder" of Area 6103 to some extent.

But now...

It's almost dawn, time to go back...

……

Yalan Town, next to the watchtower.

Angelina joined the night watch team and looked into the distance from time to time after staying awake all night.

Aksia, who rarely appears in public, also stayed for the first time, saying that she was accompanying Angelina, but Sartre could not hide his true thoughts.

"Ah... I'm old now. It's better to be young. There are beautiful girls staying up all night for me. One is fine, but two, oh my..."

Listening to Master Sartre's complaints with a hint of ridicule, the shyness and distress on Angelina's face merged into bitterness.

"Uncle Sartre! Mr. Xiao went out alone and hasn't come back for so long. What if he ran into any danger?"

It was rare for Aksia to speak in front of outsiders. "Well, I still want to have a deeper discussion with him!"

"He had a truly great talent for magic. It would be a shame if he died."

"Okay, okay,"

Sartre waved his hand, "You guys, you're just too concerned and confused!
It's not me who ordered us not to go out to rescue. The mayor is just thinking about everyone. Going out at night is too risky. We've lost many good people in Yalan Town. If another accident happens, the town will be in real danger..."

"We also know that, that is, that is..."

Angelina murmured a few times and didn't finish her words.

She knew very well what the mayor was worried about.

Mr. Xiao is an outsider after all.

Although they helped Yalan Town a lot, they still had to prioritize their own survival.

If Mr. Xiao was in danger not far away, the mayor would most likely lead people to support him.

But Mr. Xiao disappeared without a trace, and even if they wanted to help, they didn't know where to find him.

The sky is bright.

The wind and snow subsided.

The cold wave in the mountains has weakened a lot, but the town of Yalan is still covered by a layer of snow.

The mountains and fields were no longer covered with the blood of yesterday's fighting, but were now clean and white.

And in this vast expanse, a figure was walking towards them.

"Oh my god! It's Mr. Owl!"

Angelina pulled Axia's arm and shook it excitedly. The latter had better eyesight and was secretly relieved after sensing the breath of the visitor.

"Oh, you're back."

Sartre stretched himself and said to Ling Xiao with a joking smile, "If you come back any later, these two girls will probably fly away from Yalan Town!"

"Sorry, that monster was a bit tricky. It took me half the night to find a way after I hunted it down."

Ling Xiao did not reveal all of his actions, and only attributed his long disappearance to the difficulty of the crazy man.

Sartre had no suspicion of his intentions and was even quite impressed by Owl's ability to kill the other party.

"To be honest, I'm finding you increasingly difficult to understand."

Sartre unscrewed the wine flask and sighed, "That guy is also a very difficult and tough character among the pseudo-humans! We thought we would have to go through a big battle, but who would have thought you could take him down by yourself."

"It seems that you have encountered a fake person before?"

While flattering him, Sartre also subtly tried to find out about Ling Xiao's background.

"No,"

Ling Xiao politely declined the wine flask offered by the old Sartre, "We have encountered this kind of monster before, but it was not called this name."

"Oh? What do you call them over there?"

"A heartless person."

Ling Xiao looked at Old Sartre calmly, hoping that this term would bring out something different.

He really wanted to know what the "Lost Soul Man" was all about.

Just asking directly obviously carries certain risks.

Ling Xiao is not afraid of changes.

He was afraid that the name "Lost Soul Man" would violate some taboo and ruin his current good situation of gathering information in Yalan Town.

But being overly cautious will also waste time.

Encountering two waves of organized survivors has made Ling Xiao alert.

The reason they met me was probably because they were looking for a pass along the mountain range.

The mountains towering into the clouds.

The northernmost end is extremely high and steep.

Although it is possible to climb, it is obvious that it is a Jedi where one cannot travel for long.

Therefore, if you want to continue heading south, you can only follow the mountains and find a flatter terrain to pass through.

[Light of Green Mountain] should be the first group to notice the abnormality and then decisively migrate south.

In addition, Ling Xiao has a wide range of perception, which is why he is ahead for so long.

Now he was familiar with the Lost Souls of Alan Town. The longer the guild waited at the pass, the more variables would appear.

This time it was [Juyi Hall], who will approach next time?

So after a brief consideration, Ling Xiao tentatively proposed the term "mind-lost person", which is somewhat related to "soul-lost person" but also essentially different.

When Old Sartre heard the three words that came out of Owl's mouth, his body shook violently, and there was a look of disbelief in his eyes.

Hiss... my luck is a bit bad...

Did I violate some taboo? Is the battle about to begin...

Ling Xiao had a look of concern on his face, but he had secretly prepared for battle.

"You...how did you know about the 'Lost Heart'? Do you all know about it?!"

Old Sartre's throat rolled with difficulty, and he stared at Ling Xiao with burning eyes.

"I'm not sure about that either."

Ling Xiao laughed, "Everyone calls me that, so I just do it too. It doesn't seem to have any history."

"Master Sartre, you clearly know what a 'lost-hearted person' is, so why do you still call him a 'fake person'?"

"This this……"

Sartre tried three times before he managed to fit the wine jug into the seam on his chest.

He waved to Ling Xiao and said eagerly while jogging, "Follow me!"

"I can't explain it clearly, but you'll know once you see it!"

Ling Xiao didn't understand what he meant, but followed him anyway.

Angelina and Axia, bewildered by the strange behavior of the old and young couple, chased them back to the Mage Tower.

There was a rush of footsteps on the narrow staircase.

Sartre rushed back to his lair first, brought a wooden ladder, and pulled out an old book from the bookshelf without even looking at it.

He flipped through the pages quickly.

Ling Xiao could see that although he was in a hurry, his movements remained gentle.

"Come, come! Look here!"

Sartre excitedly pointed to a passage in an ancient book.

"A heartless person! A heartless person!"

Ling Xiao leaned over and carefully read the neat words on the yellowed paper.

But I don't understand.

But it doesn't matter.

The upgraded [Eye of Secrets] acts as "translation glasses".

"I've been exploring ancient history for years. I want to understand the years before, and before that... What happened? What's been buried in the dust of history?"

Sartre's fingers trembled slightly, but he still pointed firmly at the words that had been passed down.

"It shouldn't be like this... It shouldn't be like this! No matter how many difficulties Yalan Town encountered, there should be some fragment of that history passed down! But I can't find it, not a single word!"

Ling Xiao could hear the anxiety in his words, and even a hint of fear that had been suppressed for a long time.

"I remember... I remember I learned some of it from my teacher, but after so many years, I actually, I actually forgot it!?"

Sartre did nothing.

But he looked dejected, as if exhausted, and after sitting down, he seemed to be mumbling to himself in his sleep.

"I am old, so I think of these books and the years I once wanted to know..."

"I was terrified. I was certain my teacher had told me some true history. I sincerely wanted to remember it, but I forgot it. It wasn't until I was old and dying that I remembered it..."

He suddenly grabbed Ling Xiao's hand, and turbid tears filled his eyes without him knowing when.

"You... Owl! You must know something, right? The Lost Heart, you know the Lost Heart! What else do you know? Can you tell me?"

A strong wave of magical power emanated from Sartre, not directed at any target, but simply out of control after a violent mental fluctuation.

Realizing that something was clearly wrong with Sartre, Aksia quickly stepped forward to support her teacher and help stabilize his magic power.

Angelina wanted to pour some hot tea, but she immediately reacted and cast a soothing spell on Sartre.

really……

When it comes to the Lost Hearts, these Lost Souls have finally revealed their problems...

Ling Xiao grabbed Sartre's arm and pulled his hand away.

"Master Sater, I am very young."

He said softly, "I don't understand what you want to know. Of course, I'm willing to help you, but you have to tell me what you know first..."

"What do I know, what do I know..."

Sartre's magic power stabilized, but his face began to become dazed.

"All I know is that I seem to be... I seem to be a 'lost soul'..."

As soon as these words came out, an indescribable itch suddenly emerged in Ling Xiao's heart.

He shuddered all over and got goosebumps.

This is the natural expression of the body when a person is instinctively afraid.

But Ling Xiao hasn't experienced this kind of pure terror for a long time.

Time and space seemed to stand still at this moment.

Ling Xiao could feel that the moment the three words "Lost Soul Man" came out of his mouth, an invisible force field unfolded from Old Sartre's body.

Axia, who was closest to her, was unaffected, while Angelina also experienced similar faint light and shadow in her confusion.

The only difference was that Sartre was covered in a slowly leaping red light like molten fire, while Angelina was shrouded in a very dull golden glow.

The sky-splitting flash is activated instantly!
Ling Xiao evacuated the spot in the nick of time.

Fortunately, this light comes quickly and goes away quickly.

And it wasn't as terrifying as the attention Floyd had attracted before.

The abnormality caused by the lost soul revealing his own identity seems more like a conservative self-defense mechanism.

Ling Xiao did not summon any weapons, but the red and green flames coming out of his body were ready to attack at any time.

Sartre and Angelina came out of their strange state and were shocked to see Ling Xiao, who was facing a formidable enemy.

"Mr. Xiao, what are you doing..."

"Are you guys okay?"

Ling Xiao did not let down his guard, "Are you feeling uncomfortable?"

"Uh... nothing seems to be happening."

Angelina bit her plump lips lightly, "It's just that I've been waiting all night, and my nose is a little blocked."

Ling Xiao's gaze lingered on her briefly.

Strange!

He trusted his eyesight very much, and so did his memory.

So after a quick recollection, he was able to pinpoint several differences in Angelina's changes.

To put it simply, she grew from a youthful girl into a plump and beautiful woman!
This light...could it be possible that it also has a ripening effect!?
He quickly looked at Sartre.

Then he discovered that this elderly magic master looked even older.

One could even describe him as old and frail.

Ling Xiao watched with lingering fear, fearing that the other person would close his eyes, kick his legs and pass away peacefully in the next second.

He quickly glanced down at himself and saw no signs of aging.

Ling Xiao, feeling slightly relieved, continued to think deeply:

Is this the price of revealing your real name?
The abnormality of the Lost Souls is that they cannot be reminded that they are Lost Souls?

"Master Sater, are you...are you okay?"

"My...my old arms and legs have always been like this..."

Unclear words came out of Sartre's dry mouth.

But what made Ling Xiao feel the coldest was that the other party didn't think there was anything wrong!
Neither Angelina nor Sartre seemed to notice the amazing changes in themselves!

Young Angelina was fine, but how could Sartre not react to the impact he had received?!

"Well!?"

In addition to Ling Xiao who was secretly shocked, another person also screamed in surprise.

That is Axia, who has not changed either.

However, she reacted quickly, and when her eyes met Ling Xiao's, she immediately shut her mouth.

However, judging from the shock that could not be concealed in her eyes, she had also noticed the changes in these two people.

Ling Xiao really wanted to continue asking questions, but seeing the dejected look on Sartre's body, he didn't dare to do so.

I don’t even dare to ask the other person “Do you remember what you thought of just now?”

The name of the lost soul...

That forgotten history...

There is definitely a big problem!

He gathered his internal energy and walked forward to close the ancient book.

"Master Sartre, can I borrow it?"

"Oh...oh, of course, if you want to read, there are all kinds of books here..."

"Thank you, Angelina. Please help Master Sartre out for some fresh air."

Ling Xiao turned to Axia and said, "By the way, would you be willing to stay and answer my questions?"

“I have a lot of questions I want to know…”

(End of this chapter)