Magic Punk

The diary is written in black ink, and the handwriting is clear and strong, as if it was written by a man.

Xuanyi's eyebrows trembled slightly. Although the first sentence gave him a sense of foreboding, he still persisted in reading.

"Why did fate treat me like this? My daughter is still so young. I tried my best to keep her away from everything in this world, but the world is still so harsh on her."

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"Even though I have power close to that of a god, even a true god cannot lift the one he loves from death."

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"My wife and I fell into a state of never-ending grief. Therefore, I violated the precepts of my ancestors and decided to enter this cursed basement to find an opportunity to restore my beloved."

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"No, that can't be the case. I don't believe it, and I don't want to try it."

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"But this seems to be the only light in the darkness?"

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"I'm going to invite my wife here and have an honest conversation with her."

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The handwriting in this diary was calm and neat at the beginning, but then, as the writer's mentality gradually changed, the handwriting became more and more sloppy.

This diary is not long. It starts with the first sentence about the death of my daughter and ends with almost wildly cursive handwriting that is completely unclear. There are only about three or four pages of content in the middle. Xuan Yi only spent a few minutes on it. After reading it roughly, after thinking about it for a while, he put the diary in his Black Iron Ring, waiting to study it slowly when he had time to go back.

In the diary, the author clearly mentioned that he found a method of resurrection in the notes of his ancestors, but this method seemed extremely dark and cruel, so he was very hesitant to adopt such a method, because in fact it seemed that he had originally proposed it The ancestors of this idea have not put such a method into practice, and it is impossible to confirm whether it can fully achieve the so-called resurrection.

But the author, who had already fallen into despair, regarded this as the last straw.

The only thing that makes Xuan Yi dissatisfied is that this writer, who seems to have advanced cultivation, is extremely taboo about describing the details he obtained from his ancestors' diaries in his diary. He only uses modifiers such as incredible, dark, and despairing throughout the article. Describing his ancestor's idea made Xuan Yi even more curious.

If Liu Sisi is really the daughter mentioned in the diary, then Liu Sisi is undoubtedly the closest to perfect resurrection. In addition to having no memory of her own death, from all aspects, she They are all living human beings.

Of course, this may be related to the fact that the author retained the intact body of Liu Sisi when she died.

But for Xuanyi, what he needs more is the details of this resurrection ceremony.

As long as he has real hope of resurrecting his sister, Xuanyi won't care how dark and suffocating this ritual is.

Thinking like this, Xuanyi looked around the circular workbench. This seemed to be the place where the necromancer worked thousands of years ago. The circular wooden workbench almost completely wrapped the entire room, and there was a circle on the workbench. A circle of shelves filled with magic materials and various notes. Xuanyi stood up and looked through the notes one by one. Unfortunately, it seemed that they were not as properly protected as the books in the bookshelf. The papers were relatively brittle and hard, and could easily be broken with a light touch. Almost shattering at fingertips.

But since the person who wrote the diary himself had read the so-called ancestor's notes, then the ancestor's notes must have been well preserved. Xuan Yi glanced around the studio and finally locked it on the thick book in a corner. superior.

He walked over and reached out to brush away the floating dust on the book that was framed with inexplicable black leather. The floating dust was much lighter than he imagined. When the dust was brushed away, there were four bright red and inexplicable twisted characters on it, as if As if written with blood, Xuan Yi felt inexplicably depressed just by looking at it.

Although he did not recognize these four twisting characters at all, his spiritual perception allowed him to immediately understand what they meant.

The Book of the Dead.

Xuanyi bit his lip silently. Even now, he felt his fingers trembling slightly when facing this unknown book, but in the end, Xuanyi still opened the cover of the book with his hands.

But then, the young man's eyes glazed over.

Yes, he couldn't read half of the text in the book.

Although he could not understand the titles on the book cover, it did not prevent Xuan Yi from perceiving their meaning with the help of the spirituality poured into them by the writer. However, when the pages of the book were opened, the characters in it seemed to be countless twists and turns. The bloody tadpole, or long snake, bared its teeth and claws at Xuanyi throughout the chapter, spitting out bright red snake letters. Just by looking at it, Xuanyi felt a sharp pain in the middle of his eyebrows, and the sea of ​​​​consciousness was churning, and he subconsciously closed it quickly The pages of the book were off, but the energy and blood in his whole body were still churning with it.

Are these the notes left by the top necromancer?

Xuan Yi couldn't help but think that it was difficult for him to even read at his level. Even if he forced himself to read, he would probably only drive himself crazy.

"Xuan Er, can you understand what is written inside?" Xuan Yi couldn't help but ask the devil parasitizing in his body.

This is the most suitable time for the devil to gain a sense of presence.

What was unexpected was that Xuanji shook his head in the young man's mind: "Sorry, I can't interpret everything written in the notes."

"It seems that the old friend didn't want what he wrote to be easily used by people with intentions, but he was not willing to have something that he had devoted most of his life to disappear from the world with his death, so he finally left behind this product of compromise. It is highly encrypted to prevent it from being accessed by outsiders."

"Then why can that person interpret it?" Xuan Yi asked unwillingly. Now he is only one step away from the secret of his sister's resurrection, but this step is as far away as the natural chasm.

If her sister can really be resurrected in an almost perfect way like Liu Sisi, then Xuanyi will even pay any price to complete this ritual.

Of course - only with your sister's permission.

"Because he seems to be a descendant of my old friend. Not only does his family's blood flow in his body, he even said that he has profound attainments in necromancy, so he can interpret this." Xuanji explained slowly.

Xuanyi nodded, reluctantly accepting this explanation, but when he looked at the black-covered Book of the Dead, it was a bit unacceptable for him to enter the treasure mountain and return empty-handed, so after thinking for a moment, he still put the Book of the Dead together. I put in the Black Iron Ring and planned to study it slowly when I have time to go back.

After doing all this, Xuanyi turned his attention back to the other furnishings in the studio, hoping to find some valuable materials to take away. Although it has been thousands of years, this necromancer is at the same level as the Star Lord after all. If a big boss exists, his collection must be no small matter.

At this time, Xuanyi felt that the Xuanwu scales were buzzing in his body, as if he was longing for something.