"The fifth day of the first ten days of the spring festival month of the New Calendar 6563 in the Southern Territory."
"Hahahaha! It's true, it's true! I succeeded! Experiment No. 117 was successful!"
A long string of words full of self-emotions, combined with the increasingly exaggerated cursive characters, outline a sense of madness on the paper.
Angel looked at the typesetting and was speechless. All the curiosity and urgency in his heart seemed to have been poured with cold water. The crazy cursive characters on it also seemed to turn into a mocking expression.
What about the information about the hidden room? Don’t you suspect that there is a hidden room? Why don’t you care about it all of a sudden?
Also, wasn’t the previous article still in the month of recovery, so why did it suddenly come to the month of Spring Festival? Could it be that Tizallo has been completely immersed in Experiment 117 in the past two months?
Angel turned the notebook to the back cover. It was empty without any words.
He read the manuscript from beginning to end again, trying to see if he had jumped ahead too quickly and missed some important clues... However, he still found nothing.
Tizzaro just threw out a guess on the penultimate page and then ignored it completely.
Perhaps it wasn't that he didn't care, but that there were some things that Tizarro didn't record in the notebook.
Angel sighed, threw the note aside, and looked at the two leather volumes next to him - the upper and lower volumes of "Tizarlo Experiment Record No. 117".
His eyes lit up slightly. Maybe Tizzaro recorded the hidden room in these two leather scrolls?
With this purpose in mind, Angel decided to open the scroll and take a look.
Half an hour later.
Angel rubbed his somewhat swollen temples and raised his head from his desk. His expression was disappointing. There was no record of anything about the hidden room in these two leather scrolls. It was simply an experimental record.
This experiment did not cover anything that was within Angel's current knowledge, so it was very difficult for him to read it. Half an hour of reading consumes as much energy as reading a book for half a day in the past.
When he finished reading the last word, Angel felt dizzy.
After resting for a long time, the discomfort slowly eased.
After regaining consciousness, 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 for mycelial bombs.
Tizarro is cultivating a kind of mycelium that can parasitize living organisms. This kind of hyphae can mobilize all the blood in the living body, and finally produce a terrifying explosion. This is the so-called mycelial bomb.
When Angel saw the overview of this experiment, he felt that it sounded familiar. He thought carefully, isn't this similar to the bloodline of toadstools?
The toadstool bloodline is the so-called "disposable bloodline". After activating the bloodline, death is inevitable. People injected with this bloodline are also called stand-in puppets, also known as death warriors, who injure the enemy at the cost of self-destruction.
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Baluba was injected with this bloodline.
Angel had some doubts as to whether Tizarro's mycelium explosive bomb was related to the toadstool bloodline?
Angel thought for a moment, then shook his head and put aside these complicated thoughts. Whether the mycelial bombs and the toadstool bloodline were related or not was none of his business.
Compared with Tizarro's experiment, he was more concerned about his own precipitation and the hidden room he mentioned.
After all, Angel wanted to live temporarily in the ruins. If there was a hidden room, he still hoped to find it in case there was any danger.
Since Tizarro didn't mention the hidden room, Angel planned to go look for it himself.
For more than an hour, Angel began to use his mental tentacles to explore the entire ruins. But the final result was still very unsatisfactory.
There are no mechanisms that can be activated on the lower three floors of the ruins. Under the tentacles of spiritual power, everything is safe.
So, could it be in the corridor on the first floor?
Angel thought for a moment and walked out of the study. He planned to go to the corridor on the first floor to check the situation. But to his regret, after repeated inspections, there was no strange place in the corridor on the first floor.
Angel looked back and thought it was right.
When Tizarro first moved in, he was a level two gnosis wizard. He didn't even discover the hidden room at his level. How could he find it so easily?
Moreover, there is another key question, does the so-called hidden room exist? This is actually also a question.
Tizzaro might have just mentioned it casually in the note. Judging from the way he didn't care at all, maybe he was just suspicious at the time.
When Angel was thinking this, 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, reflects a faint glow. It looks a little less wild than during the day, and a little more gentle that belongs to the night.
Angel walked out of the ruins and moved his eyes to the withered tree stump at the door.
He gently flicked his sleeves, and the illusion that covered the surroundings disappeared. The withered tree stump returned to 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 tree spirit who handed him "Tizarro Experiment Record No. 117 (Volume 1)", so he must know the existence of the second volume, and he must also know about Tizarro's handwritten notes.
So does the tree spirit know about this hidden room?
With this doubt, Angel stretched out his hand and touched the tree trunk. At the same time, a spiritual power was slowly poured into the tree trunk with the touch of his fingertips.
The big tree didn't react at all at first, but after about a minute, the leaves began to sway without wind, and each leaf began to glow with a bright green light.
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.
"Good night, Lord Tree Spirit." When the tree spirit's eyes began to move in the light and shadow, Angel lowered his head gently to greet him.
After the tree spirit appeared, he stretched and leaned against the tree trunk: "There are still three hours until the morning star rises. It's better to say good morning than good night."
Angel seemed not to hear the implication of the tree spirit's words, and said calmly: "Good morning."
The tree spirit looked at Angel quietly, who looked calm. The tree spirit pondered for a moment, then sighed and said: "...Good morning."
Tree spirit: "Tell me, what do you want from me?"
"There is indeed something, but it is not very important." Angel did not immediately express his doubts, but asked about another thing: "Master Dryad looks like he is in a good mood?"
Although the tree spirit acted like "I'm very busy, you disturbed me so late" as soon as it appeared, Angel could see that there seemed to be a hint of joy between the tree spirit's brows, which was completely different from the situation during the day.
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The tree spirit nodded and said, "It's indeed not bad."
"Is it because of...the tea party?"
The tree spirit did not hide anything, nodded and said: "It is indeed related to the tea party."
Angel: "Don't Lianna plan to open a dedicated tea party space?"