Bizarre Survival: I Can Devour Thousands of Talents

Chapter 207, Section 206: Identity Revealed, Unexpected Changes Occur!

Directly transmitting the exact amount is still somewhat inaccurate.

Because the teleportation array constructed by Ling Xiao was based on a simple stone slab, and Qi Heng and the others could not leave it outside at all times.

Therefore, we need to give a heads-up beforehand so that they can take out the stone slab and prepare it.

Ling Xiao was able to determine the teleportation anchor point by using the mysterious connection between the two magic arrays.

It's a bit complicated to operate, and the only person who can be teleported is Ling Xiao...

But it's still a magic array!

There are survivors who have awakened magic circle-type talents or are engaged in related professions.

Based on information obtained through various channels, it can be judged that their current strength is only enough to temporarily summon various simple combat tactics.

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

Currently, besides them, Ling Xiao really doesn't know of any other guild that can be equipped with a teleportation array.

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

If Lingxiao doesn't want it to be exposed to others, it only needs to communicate its intentions.

tonight.

He really did a lot of things.

The aftershocks of the deterrent statement are still reverberating, and they seem to be intensifying.

However, these things are no longer relevant to him for the time being.

Ling Xiao realized with a deep understanding: if your fists are strong enough, even banning everyone from eating beef wouldn't be a problem!

If he can achieve the strength to wipe out a group by himself, coupled with his absurd mobility, he can become the "Swordholder" of District 6103 to some extent.

But now...

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

……

Yalan Town, beside the watchtower.

Angelina joined the night watch and stayed up all night, gazing into the distance every now and then.

Aksia, who rarely appears in public, also stayed behind for the first time, ostensibly to accompany Angelina, but her true intentions were obvious to Sat.

"Sigh... I'm getting old. It was so much better when I was young, with beautiful girls staying up all night for me. One would be fine, but two, oh dear..."

Listening to Sartre's subtly sarcastic complaints, Angelina's shyness and distress turned into bitterness.

"Uncle Sartre! Mr. Owl went out alone and hasn't returned yet. What if he encountered some danger?"

Aksia rarely spoke in front of outsiders, "Well, I'd like to have a deeper conversation with him!"

"His magical talent was truly exceptional; it would be a real shame if he were to die."

"Alright, alright."

Sartre waved his hand, "You guys are just too concerned to think straight!"

"It wasn't me who ordered the rescue efforts to stop; the mayor was just looking out for everyone. Going out at night is too risky. Our town of Yalan has already lost many skilled fighters. If another accident happens, the town will really be in danger..."

"We know that, that's right, that's right..."

Angelina hesitated for a few moments before finishing her sentence.

She was well aware of the mayor's concerns.

Mr. Xiao is ultimately an outsider.

Although they had done a great favor for Yalan Town, they still had to prioritize their own survival.

If Mr. Owl were in danger nearby, the mayor would most likely lead his men to his aid.

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

The sky was bright.

The snowstorm has stopped.

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

The mountains and fields are no longer stained with the blood of yesterday's battle, but are instead a vast expanse of white, clean and tidy.

And in this vast expanse, a figure walked by.

"My God! It's Mr. Owl!"

Angelina excitedly shook Aksia's arm, who had better eyesight and was secretly relieved after sensing the presence of the newcomer.

"Oh, you're back."

Sartre stretched and teased Ling Xiao, "If you had come back any later, those two girls' hearts would probably have flown away from Alan Town!"

"Sorry, that monster was a bit tricky. We spent half the night chasing it and trying to find our way back."

Ling Xiao did not reveal any of his actions, only attributing his long disappearance to the troublesome nature of that heartless man.

Sartre had no doubts and even admired Owl's ability to kill the other party.

To be honest, I understand you less and less.

Sartre unscrewed the flask and sighed, "That guy is an extremely difficult character to deal with even among the pseudo-humans! We thought we were going to have to go through a big battle, but who knew you would take care of him all by yourself."

"It seems you've encountered fake people before?"

While flattering Ling Xiao, Sartre also subtly probed into his background.

"No,"

Ling Xiao politely declined the wine flask offered by Old Sartre, saying, "We've encountered this kind of monster before, but it wasn't called this."

"Oh? What do you call them where you're from?"

"A person who has lost their heart."

Ling Xiao calmly looked at old Sartre, hoping that this name would evoke something different.

He really wanted to know what the "lost soul" was all about.

Simply asking directly carries a certain risk.

Lingxiao is not afraid of any changes.

What he feared was that the term "lost soul" might violate some taboo and ruin his current excellent situation of gathering information in Aran Town.

However, being overly cautious can also waste time.

Encountering two organized groups of survivors has already served as a wake-up call for Ling Xiao.

The reason they encountered me was most likely because they were searching for a passable mountain pass.

Towering, overlapping mountains.

The northernmost point is extremely high and steep.

Although it is climbable, it is clearly a dead end where one cannot travel for long.

Therefore, if you want to continue south, you can only follow the mountain range and find relatively flat terrain to pass through.

【Qingshan Zhiguang】 was probably the first to notice something amiss and then decisively migrate south.

In addition, Lingxiao's wide-range perception is what gave him such a long lead.

Now that I'm somewhat familiar with the lost souls of Aran Town, the longer the guild waits at the pass, the more variables there will be.

This time it's the "Hall of Gathering Righteousness," who will be the next to approach?

So after a brief consideration, Ling Xiao tentatively brought up the term "heartless person," which is somewhat related to "soulless person" but is also fundamentally different.

Old Sartre's body trembled violently upon hearing the three words uttered by the owl, his eyes gleaming with disbelief.

Ugh... I'm having some bad luck...

Has something forbidden been broken, and is a battle scene about to begin...?

Ling Xiao looked concerned, but secretly he had already prepared for battle.

"You...where did you learn about 'The Lost Ones'? Do you all know about them?!"

Sartre's throat bobbed with difficulty as he stared intently at Ling Xiao.

"I'm not too sure about that either."

Ling Xiao chuckled, "Everyone calls me that, so I just call them that too. It doesn't seem to have any particular origin."

"Master Sartre, you clearly know what a 'lost heart' person is, so why do you still call them a 'false person'?"

"This...this..."

Sartre tried three times before finally putting the wine jug into the seam of his shirt.

He waved to Ling Xiao, and said urgently as he jogged over, "Come with me!"

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

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

Angelina and Aksia, bewildered by the strange behavior of the old and young, followed them back to the mage tower.

Dengdengdeng-

A series of hurried footsteps echoed down the narrow staircase.

Sartre rushed back to his old haunts, then brought over a wooden ladder and, without even looking at it, pulled an old book directly from the bookshelf.

He flipped through the pages quickly.

Ling Xiao could tell 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.

However, I can't understand it.

The latest novel is first published here!

But it's alright.

The upgraded Eye of Secrets acts as a "translation glasses".

"For so many years, I've been exploring ancient history. I want to figure out what happened in the past, before that... in short, what exactly happened!? What has been buried in the dust of history!?"

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

"This shouldn't be...this shouldn't be! No matter how many difficulties Alan Town has encountered, there should at least be some fragments of that history that have been passed down! But I can't find any, not a single trace!"

Ling Xiao could hear the anxiety in his voice, and even a hint of long-suppressed fear.

"I remember... I remember learning some things from my teacher, but after all these years, I... I've completely forgotten!?"

Sartre did nothing.

But he looked completely exhausted and slumped down, muttering to himself as if in a dream.

"I'm getting old, which is why I've started to think about these books, and about those years I used to long to know more about..."

"I was terrified. I was certain that my teacher had told me some true history, and I genuinely wanted to remember it, but I forgot it until I was old and near death..."

He suddenly grabbed Ling Xiao's hand, his eyes filled with turbid tears.

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

A strong surge of magical energy emanated from Sat, not directed at any specific target, but simply a loss of control after a period of intense mental turmoil.

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

Angelina intended to pour some hot tea, but immediately realized she should cast a calming spell on Sartre.

really……

When it comes to people who have lost their minds, these people who have lost their souls have finally revealed their problems...

Ling Xiao grabbed Sartre's arm and pulled the other man's hand away from his.

"Master Sartre, 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 actually know first..."

"What do I know? What do I know...?"

Sartre's magical power stabilized, but his expression began to become dazed.

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

Upon hearing this, an indescribable itch suddenly arose in Ling Xiao's heart.

He shuddered, goosebumps rising on his skin.

This is a natural bodily response to instinctive fear.

But Ling Xiao hadn't experienced this kind of pure terror in a long time.

Time and space seemed to stand still at this moment.

Ling Xiao could sense that the moment the words "lost soul" were uttered, an invisible force field unfolded around Old Sartre.

Aksia, who was closest, was unaffected, while Angelina, in her bewilderment, also experienced similar faint light and shadow.

However, Sartre was surrounded by a slowly pulsating crimson light, like molten lava, while Angelina was enveloped in a very faint golden glow.

The Sky-Splitting Flash is activated instantly!

Ling Xiao retreated from his original position in the blink of an eye.

Fortunately, the light came and went quickly.

And it wasn't as terrifying as the stares that Freud had previously attracted.

The anomaly triggered by the lost soul revealing its identity seems more like a conservative self-defense mechanism.

Ling Xiao did not summon any weapons, but the crimson and blue flames emanating from his body were ready to launch an attack at any moment.

Sartre and Angelina emerged from the strange state and were startled to see Ling Xiao looking as if he were facing a formidable enemy.

"Mr. Xiao, what's wrong...?"

"Are you all alright?"

Ling Xiao remained vigilant. "Is there anything that's bothering you?"

"Uh...it seems like nothing."

Angelina gently bit her full lips. "I just waited all night, and my nose is a little stuffy."

Ling Xiao's gaze lingered on her briefly.

Strange!

He had great faith in his eyesight and his memory.

Therefore, after a brief recollection, he accurately identified several differences in Angelina's appearance.

To put it simply, she went from a vibrant young girl to a voluptuous and radiant woman!

This light... could it possibly have a ripening effect?!

He quickly looked at Sartre.

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

It could even be described as old and frail.

Ling Xiao watched with lingering fear, afraid that the other person would close their eyes and kick their legs peacefully at any moment.

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

Slightly relieved, Ling Xiao continued to think more deeply:

Is this the price for revealing one's real name?

Is the abnormality of a person who has lost their soul due to the inability to be reminded that they are a person who has lost their soul?

"Master Sartre, are you... are you alright?"

"I...I've always been like this, haven't I...?"

Indistinct words were squeezed out of Sartre's withered mouth.

But what chilled Ling Xiao the most was that the other party didn't seem to think anything was wrong!

Neither Angelina nor Sartre seemed to be aware of the astonishing changes happening to them!

Young Angelina was one thing, but how could Sartre not react to the effects?!

"Huh!?"

Besides Ling Xiao, who was secretly shocked, another person also exclaimed in surprise.

That is Aksia, who has remained unchanged.

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

However, judging from the undisguised shock in her eyes, she had also noticed the changes in the two people.

Ling Xiao wanted to press further, but seeing the weariness emanating from Sartre, he dared not.

They wouldn't even dare to ask the other person, "Do you remember what you were thinking about just now?"

The name of the lost soul...

That long-forgotten history...

There's definitely a big problem!

He gathered his inner energy to his body and stepped forward to close the ancient book.

"Master Sartre, may I borrow your book for a moment?"

"Oh...oh, of course, you can read any book here if you want..."

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

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

"I have many questions I'd like to know..."

(End of this chapter)