The blue dot should be Bailuo himself. What about the red dot?

"where is it?"

"this compass instructs me to come here, and then what?"

Bailuo looked around, but found nothing: "is it above and below?"

If there is nothing at the top of the head, then it can only be underground.

"hiss"

Holding back the pain of bending down, Bailuo looked for it at his feet.

"is it in the dirt?"

Because he didn't see anything under his feet, Bailuo began to poke the dirt and dig it up, and just then Bailuo's finger touched something.

"what is this?"

Lifting something out of the soil, Bailuo found that it was a bag about the size of an ancient sachet.

"get laid."

He slapped the dirt off the bag, and Bailuo looked at it carefully, but he turned it over and over again, and he didn't understand what it was.

"just an ordinary bag?"

"No."

Bailuo: "since it is what the black book asked me to look for, it must not be that simple."

"could it be that this thing is some kind of unawakened miracle?"

Bailuo weighed his pocket in his hand, and he thought of what the uncle had said before.

A miracle can be anything.

Bailuo immersed his consciousness in his mind and saw that the first page of the black book was still unfolding, and the countdown after that sentence did not disappear, it was still beating steadily.

"Hmm?"

Bailuo was stunned, he looked down at the pocket in his hand: "although I have found this pocket, but the countdown continues, is it because I do not have the power to awaken it and become the master of miracles?"

"the map is gone."

In order to prove his idea, Bailuo took a look at the map where it was, and sure enough, it was gone.

"the direction and position have all disappeared."

What this means is self-evident.

Bailuo has found what the black book indicates.

"so, can you help me find a miracle? Is this a map-like miracle that can point to the location of miracles? "

Bailuo began to guess the role of the black book: "it's no use finding it."

The uncle said that a miracle can only be a miracle when it is awakened, otherwise it is a very common thing.

"how on earth do you wake up this pocket?"

If you simply try, there are hundreds of millions of ways, only 24 hours, to encounter this luck, it is simply funny.

"it's impossible!"

Just when Bailuo was wondering, some words appeared in the black book: "the word has changed?"

[you found it, but it's still it, it's not yours]

[what are we going to do? maybe you can try to talk to it, for example, I'm hungry]

"."

"what the heck?"

Bailuo is a little confused, what does that mean, give him a riddle again?

But the first sentence before, Bailuo has not been cracked ah.

"found it, but it's still it, it's not yours?"

This sentence is not difficult to understand, because it is reminding Bailuo that the pocket has not been awakened.

"Why don't you try dripping blood to recognize the Lord?"

There are endless ways to awaken miracles, and it is possible to recognize the Lord with a drop of blood, but it is too tacky.

Of course, if there is really no way, Bailuo will certainly try to have a look.

"wait, I think I understand."

Bailuo shook his head. "if the first sentence is a question, then the second sentence looks like the answer."

What are we going to do? ]

This sentence is obviously the answer behind the black book.

[talk to it and say'I'm hungry']

Bailuo looked at the pocket in his hand, though it was strange to say'I'm hungry'to one pocket.

But the miracle awakening condition is already strange, if it can make Bailuo get a miracle, it will be wonderful!

So Bailuo whispered to the pocket in the palm of his hand, "I'm hungry."

A second went by and there was no movement in the pocket.

Thirty seconds later, the pocket still did not move.

"I'm hungry!"

This time, Bailuo's voice was much louder, even with a trace of longing.

But unfortunately, it still doesn't work.

The pocket, it just doesn't move.

"."

Bailuo scratched his head awkwardly. "what does that mean? didn't I already tell him I was hungry?" Do I understand it wrong? "

As a result, Bailuo changed the way to talk to the pocket.

From the initial self-speaking, to asking if it is conscious, and then began to whisper the call.

However, no matter what Bello did, he couldn't make his pocket react.

Pocket or pocket, still so shabby, so dirty.

"clatter."

Bailuo washed his pocket by the river.

He wanted to clean it up and see if he could find something like a mantra on it.

"still no."

After washing, Bailuo found that the pocket was actually quite beautiful.

It is all brown, with golden lines on it, and on the pocket, there is a silver thread that tightens it, which looks like a bit of a treasure.

"what if it's a treasure? I don't know what you are and how to use it!"

Bailuo scratched his head, and this time he was really upset.

Helplessly, Bailuo had to refocus his attention on the black book again.

This book is the cause of today's event. It guides Bailuo to look for his pocket, and Bailuo succeeds in finding it.

From this we can see that the black book is indeed a miracle.

After that, the black book gave three sentences.

The first sentence is probably a description of this pocket.

The second sentence is to tell Bailuo that the pocket cannot be used because it doesn't belong to him yet.

As for the countdown, Bello felt that it should be a time limit for the pocket to recognize him as the main body.

Once the time is up, Bailuo does not know what will happen to the pocket, but it is definitely not a good thing, and it may disappear with a bang.

"wait a minute."

Suddenly, Bailuo saw the first sentence again.

Gold is a bumper year, silver is diligence, when you open it, what you get may not be harvest, but it must be the hope of harvest.

"Gold is a bumper year, silver is diligence, when you open it?"

"Open it?!"

Bailuo immediately thought of something. He pulled away the silver rope, opened the mouth of the bag, looked into the sun, and found that it was only a little big, empty and empty.

"say to it, I'm hungry."

Bailuo looked at the mouth of the bag, then slowly put his mouth close to it, and then Bailuo whispered, "I'm hungry."

"Boom!"

Almost at the moment Bailuo finished his words, the gold lines and silver thread on his pocket glowed at the same time.

"here."

The pockets glowed with gold and silver, buzzing and trembling in Bailuo's hands.

Then Bailuo saw the lines on his pocket spread along the palm of his hand, and then woven a mysterious and strange gold and silver pattern on his right arm.

Gradually, the pattern began to fade and finally disappeared on Bailuo's skin.

In this scene, Bailuo was dumbfounded: "this is magic, this is absolutely magic!"

The pocket regained its calm, but it was darker than before.

At this time, the pocket is very beautiful and exquisite, and the light flows on it, so that anyone who sees it will feel that it is not an ordinary thing, but a treasure.