Binding

Speaking of which, Shen Zhuo was quite lucky to be able to walk to a place where there were people. They landed at the edge of the range where Shen Zhuo's hearing could hear people's voices. Take some luck.But it doesn't matter, Mo Congshuo has plenty of dry food, and there are no powerful monsters nearby, so they will definitely find the right direction before the food is finished.

Therefore, it is still beneficial to randomly place things in the accompanying space, and it may be used at any time.Don't worry, the shelf life of dry food is generally very long, and the shelf life will be doubled when placed in the accompanying space because it is isolated from the outside world, so don't worry too much about the expiration date. Generally speaking, you can remember to eat it before the expiration date.If it is really unfortunate that you don't remember it in time, then keep it on, and one day it can be used as a monster bait.

Following Uncle Cao Guan to his house, Shen Zhuo picked up the receiver of the antique telephone, and then he looked at Mo Congshuo, because Shen Zhuo found that he couldn't remember anyone's communication number at all, Shen Zhuo felt that this could not Blame him, who has the leisure to memorize the long series of random numbers, he can't even remember his own, usually when he needs to exchange communication numbers with others or need to give someone else's communication number, the communicator is adjusted to the number to send mode, and then the two parties just connect with each other—either physical docking or virtual docking—he is so big and the communication number he manually enters is only his guide’s, which is wonderful and unique.

So when the communicator failed to the point where he couldn't even open the address book, Shen Zhuo could only be blinded.Uncle Cao Guan said with emotion: "Young people who rely too much on technology."

"How can the signal shield not even open the local application?" Shen Zhuo was puzzled.

"Who told you that it's a problem of signal shielding?" Uncle Cao Guan chuckled, "What I'm saying is that everything will be interfered here, and it's not surprising that anything becomes waste."

Shen Zhuo fiddled with the communicator for a while, until it was completely shut down, and he had no choice but to give up when there was no response at all. At this time, Mo Congshuo silently wrote down the communication numbers of the people they needed to contact on a piece of paper—pen and paper They were all his own, and when he took them out, Cao Guan, who was ready to provide them with paper and pens, was surprised, because no one who strayed into their place in the past hundred years, except a rune master, had paper. Pen.

Modern people are too accustomed to using electronic devices. Although paper, which is inconvenient to carry and wastes resources, has not been completely eliminated, it has long since become a secondary option. Mo Congshuo only took everything with him because he was a serious collector and gave up treatment. Look at him The bad handwriting shows how low the usual usage rate is.

"It's really not easy," Cao Guan exclaimed, "Many of you have lost contact with the outside world because you can't remember the communication number." Then you had to find the relevant public agencies for indirect contact. After tossing and tossing, I can always get in touch in the end, and the whole village will take it as a joke.

Mo Zongshuo smiled reservedly: I am grateful to the guides for their amazing memory. Photographic memory is one of their basic traits—he would not say that even so, he had a hard time remembering, because he saved many communication numbers but did not remember them at all. He didn't look at it at a glance. The format of the name and number was sent. He just glanced at the name and saved it. He didn't know what the number was. Fortunately, he even checked the numbers of these important contacts, even if he only had one glance, but luckily , fortunately, after all, I watched it.But in fact, there is no need to worry too much, because as long as they can contact one person, the rest can be contacted indirectly.

First contact Shen's mother, because before they came, they said that they would go home before returning to school this time-another bad plan failed.

It didn't work out.

"Whether you can get through is also related to the ability of the other party's communicator to receive signals." Facing the questioning eyes of the two, Uncle Cao Guan explained calmly, "So, be patient. Dial a few more times and it might work. "

What a piece of crap.The sentinel, who was impatient with everything except fighting and love, changed his father's communication number and continued to dial, but it still didn't work.

"Try the teacher's, their communicator level is relatively high." Mo Congshuo took the phone, because the teacher's communication number he remembered was only Si Kou's, so it would be more appropriate for him to contact.Shen Zhuo helped him enter the number, and when the two of them thought they failed again, a distorted voice came from the receiver: "Who?"

"I'm Mo Congshuo, may I be the head of the department?" Mo Congshuo asked uncertainly.Shen Zhuo nodded at him: [It's the director of the department. ] The signal distortion is not enough to deceive the Sentinel's sense of hearing.

"I am. Where are you two? Yucun?" The head of the department was wise and powerful, and immediately figured out the situation that even Mo Congshuo and the two of them hadn't figured out.

"Yu Village?" Mo Congshuo turned to Cao Guan.

"This place is now called Yucun by the outside world, but we are still used to the previous name." It is also the 'land abandoned by heaven'.Cao Guan said nothing.

Although the outside world now thinks that "Forsaken from Heaven" is an insulting title and demands to be discarded, the people here who have been shrouded and isolated by the residual power of the Abandoned from Heaven have always believed that the Abandoned from Heaven is also powerful.Abandoned by heaven, self-reliance and self-improvement, there will be some achievements in the end. The name "Abandoned by Heaven" is not an insult but a warning. Those who do not have the favor of God-given talents need to work harder on their own.

"Yes, Dean, we are in Yu Village." Mo Congshuo said, without asking why the dean knew about it, he probably guessed that it was a communication number issue, which meant that Yu Village was still a bit famous, so he was inexplicably relieved. "The shuttle bus won't arrive until a week later. The communication conditions here are so poor that I can't even turn on the communicator now, and some of the communication numbers I can remember can't be dialed. Please help me and Shen Zhuo to ask for a week's leave. If you have any, please contact Shen Zhuo's parents and report that they are safe, I can only trouble you to record their communication numbers manually."

"No, the contact information of Shen Zhuo's parents is in his file records. We will inform them of your current situation and comfort them. There is no problem with asking for leave. If the delay is too long, Shen Zhuo's compulsory courses can be moved to the next one." In the academic year, it will not be treated as absenteeism or retake, and the tuition fees for compulsory courses in this academic year will be refunded and paid in the next academic year.”

"..." Mo Congshuo felt that the signal was really bad, he couldn't even understand what the dean was saying, next school year?

In contrast, Shen Zhuo was very confident in his listening, so he asked, "Why did you move to the next school year? I only missed a week of compulsory courses, and I can make up for it."

"One week?" Si Kou seemed to be laughing, "Let's talk about it when you come back in a week. Keep in touch, report your safety once a week, just contact me temporarily, and I will notify you if the contact person needs to change later."

"Dean, can you explain?" Mo Congshuo said, now that he can't scan the tablet and can't immediately check Yu Cun Xuanji, the situation of being at a loss is really sad.

"It will take a long time to explain. Let's experience it yourself. The advice is to be calm and patient."

So Dean, please be patient and explain to us first.

"Oh, by the way." After Mo Congshuo hung up the phone in doubt, Uncle Cao Guan patted his forehead, "I don't seem to have told you that the time and space here are distorted, and the flow speed is different from the outside, leading to the outside world. The path is changing all the time.”

"...Then how do you ensure that the shuttle bus runs once a week?" Mo Congshuo followed the dean's advice and asked calmly.

"We have 52 vehicles. Regardless of whether the vehicle in front comes back or not, we will leave on time. So far, there has never been a case where all 52 vehicles have been dispatched." Uncle Cao Guan looked very pleased.

"In other words, is it certain that you will be able to go out within a year?" Shen Zhuo heheed twice.

"It will definitely work." Uncle Cao Guan gave them confidence.

Shen Zhuo and the others were thinking about the success rate of giving up the shuttle bus and going out by themselves. Seeing the remaining three cars in the parking lot, they felt that the shuttle bus was also very unreliable.

"Stay here for two weeks to see what's going on?" Mo Congshuo said, "Just take it as a compulsory course with me next year."

"Our compulsory courses are not in the same place." Shen Zhuo is not optimistic about this proposal, but he agrees with the proposal of not taking the bus first. Anyway, Si Kou's suggestion is to let them stay here temporarily, otherwise, where did they come from? Report safe every week once?It doesn't look like there are communicators available on the shuttle.

"Yes, yes, of course there is a communicator on the car," Cao Guan refuted their speculation, "but it can only send a few fixed messages in one direction to the Special Events Management Bureau... the time-space distortion team is still the time-space gap team Oh, speaking of which, this cannot be considered a communicator, but only a transmitter? Then you are right, there is no communicator in the car, even if you install a communicator, the effect will be the same as your personal communicator, a pile of waste products .”

Mo Congshuo, who has a pile of waste in the accompanying space: "..."

The resident population of Yu Village is only a few hundred. Cao Guan is the village head here, a slow-tempered village head who often speaks out of focus, which shows how casual the usual life of Yu Village is.

Although few outsiders come to Yu Village, the people here are not xenophobic. On the contrary, they like outsiders very much, because every time outsiders come, they can see the discarded electronic products, Chaotic alchemy products, potions and runes with strange effects, uncontrollable magic power, twisting time and space... The fool who is tossing about to collapse - in short, there is fun in the monotonous life .

"Let's practice control." Mo Congshuo made this decision after discovering that Yu Cun's interference with magic power and mental power was still changing constantly and irregularly.

Shen Zhuo was listless, and there were no monsters in Yucun, in other words, there was no battle. It was a little more difficult for him, a swordsman, to rely on basic training to practice control.

Mo Congshuo thought for a while, and began to use the fire element to attack Shen Zhuo. Shen Zhuo didn't draw his sword, but caught and crushed the fireball with his bare hands. "Honey, your fire element is really weak."

"So I need to practice more. I will be promoted to the second grade in the next school year." Then he used the wind attack again. The weather is so sweltering."

As soon as Mo Congshuo's hand gesture changed, Shen Zhuo jumped away quickly. A single drop of water rain with a solidity level of nearly three levels can break the body's own defenses. A small piece is enough to hurt him to jump - I'll go, The potholes on the ground were all smashed into powder, Shuo Shuo, you are trying to murder your husband.

"Are you sure it's enough to just hide?" Mo Congshuo asked with a smile, letting go of the control of the rain, and using mental restraints and space barriers interlaced with stumbling movements.

"I'm sure of this frequency." Shen Zhuo was full of confidence.