Trafford’s Trading Club

At this time, along with Wang Yuechuan's voice, the crystal powder scattered on the black cloth gradually began to react.

They quickly absorbed the blood dripping on them, and then turned into extremely fine particles, and then suspended one by one.

You were right. These red particles began to float in front of Wang Yuechuan from the black cloth without any external physical force.

They seemed to be attracted by something, and gradually gathered in mid-air. The blood-stained red crystal powder accumulated in the air gradually grew larger, and a shape like a sand man gradually became clear. .

Wang Yuechuan's expression even changed from concentration to nervousness, and he watched the thing take shape without blinking. Finally, when the last powder came together, the shape of this little man finally took shape!

A flash of joy flashed in Wang Yuechuan's eyes, but he was not happy for long. The little figure made of floating crystal powder in front of him dispersed in an instant, like quicksand, scattered directly on the black cloth of the coffee table.

Wang Yuechuan frowned and stared at the coffee table in front of him, silently.

Professor Trevor next to him stopped and glanced, "Wang, you failed again!"

Wang Yuechuan shook his head, sat up, and seemed a little depressed, "I have followed what you interpreted, and I am sure that not a single step was wrong, but there is still no way to complete this... this magic. "

Professor Trevor said: "This "Book of the Dead" is too mysterious, King! I'm not sure whether the content I interpreted is correct. Even the pronunciation of the spells is mostly guessed, which may not be accurate. Besides, about casting spells I think the issue of materials is also a factor that must be taken seriously.”

"After all, we still know too little." Wang Yuechuan shook his head.

He reached out and opened the curtains behind the sofa, and a ray of sunlight penetrated. Wang Yuechuan frowned subconsciously... then he remembered that he had not left this apartment for a full week. The last time he went out was for Give Professor Trevor the literature and materials mailed by his Australian students and buy food.

His life suddenly changed drastically from the day he met Professor Trevor at the airport.

Interpreting the "Book of the Dead", the ancient and mysterious magic recorded in the book... The supernatural power is impacting Wang Yuechuan's existing cognition, and at the same time, it is also reshaping his cognition of the world.

It's a pity that Professor Trevor's progress in interpreting the "Book of the Dead" is so slow that he knows that just now, he has not been able to complete the simplest magic recorded in the "Book of the Dead".

However, he no longer doubted the authenticity of magic. Even if the magic could not be truly completed, the magic displayed in its process was enough to confirm its existence.

After all, counting the time, Professor Trevor didn't start interpreting it for long and this "Book of the Dead" was obtained from Cao Yu.

Wang Yuechuan couldn't even guess how long it had been since Cao Yu had obtained this book, but it was obvious that Cao Yu knew more and could even fully use many of the magic recorded in the book.

The question is... Cao Yu, who was able to use this kind of magical magic, what was the real reason for his death in the first place? What was the reason for his frightened look before his death, and what happened to him?

"Professor, do you have any news over there?" Wang Yuechuan looked at Professor Cui Fo at this time.

"My students are already helping me find records that match the period when this "Book of the Dead" appeared, but I'm afraid it won't be so fast." Professor Trevor said helplessly: "King, you have to know that being buried in history The truth cannot be known casually. As for you, as a public official in this country, is it really okay for you not to go to work? "

"I've already said hello. You don't have to worry about this issue. Just interpret the contents of the "Book of the Dead" carefully." Wang Yuechuan said calmly, then stood up, "I'm going to take a bath."

But he stretched out his palm towards Professor Trevor.

Professor Trevor looked unwilling, but finally handed the "Book of the Dead" he was holding to Wang Yuechuan's hand, "Wang, didn't you just take a shower in the morning?"

Wang Yuechuan didn't answer, and just carried the "Book of the Dead" into the bathroom. He had always carried the "Book of the Dead" with him. He could allow Trevor to hold this book under his nose, but It doesn't really take it out of sight.

It wasn't until Wang Yuechuan entered the bathroom that Professor Trevor narrowed his eyes. He glanced at the powder on the black cloth after Wang Yuechuan failed to use magic, and then started pacing in the living room again with his hands behind his back.

There is no doubt that his cognition has been greatly impacted like Wang Yuechuan's. He was able to decipher some knowledge in books, but what he revealed to Wang Yuechuan was less than what he could decipher.

At this time, Professor Trevor's laptop on the table suddenly buzzed. It was an email sent to him. The professor glanced curiously, then hurried to the bathroom and knocked on the door, "King! My student said that he found someone who can decipher the text!"

The next moment, Wang Yuechuan with wet hair wrapped his lower body in a towel and opened the door, "Where is it?"

“It’s in this country, and it’s in this city!”

Wang Yuechuan ignored Trevor's ecstatic look. His keen intuition made him feel that this matter was not just a coincidence.

"Wait for me and leave immediately." Wang Yuechuan nodded and returned to the bathroom.

When he walked out again, the stubble on his face had been cleaned.

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…

What made Luo Qiu curious was that when Ren Ziling came back at one o'clock in the evening, she didn't look like a loser as usual. As soon as she took off her shoes, she slumped down on the sofa, and then like an evil feudal landlord, she reached out for tea. .

After Ren Ziling was paralyzed like this for a while, she suddenly said: "Boy, what did you leave for me tonight?"

"Yu Sheng."

"oh."

Ren Ziling did not rush to the table as usual, but reached out and pinched her shoulders. Suddenly she looked at Boss Luo and said, "Boy, can you pinch your shoulders for me?"

So Boss Luo stood up and threw a small hammer used for beating shoulders on Aunt Ren's belly.

Deputy Editor Ren was not acting as usual at this moment. He sighed with tears and runny nose and began to feel sorry for himself. He casually picked up a small hammer and tapped it on his shoulder.

She just stared at the ceiling without knowing what to think.

Luo Qiu frowned, "What's the matter with you?"

Ren Ziling stopped the small hammer in her hand, looked at Luo Qiu, and suddenly said: "Boy, do you want to go back to your hometown?"

"Hometown?" Luo Qiu sat down.

Ren Ziling also sat upright, "Today, a letter was sent to my office from your hometown. The person who wrote the letter was your cousin, saying that there was an old man at home who was dying, and asked if you wanted to go back and have a look."

Luo Qiu was silent for a while, "Why is the letter sent to your office? And it's a letter?"

Ren Ziling shrugged and said: "They don't have your phone number, and we don't live in the old house now... As for writing letters, if you ask me, who should I ask? Anyway, my phone number has never been changed, so I don't believe they don't have it. One doesn’t know.”

Although he said this, looking at Ren Ziling's appearance, Luo Qiu naturally knew that she knew what was going on.

Ever since Ren Ziling had a showdown with relatives in her hometown three years ago... To this day, neither party has had any contact. If it weren't for the fact that an elderly person in the family was seriously ill this time, it would probably have continued like this.

"who is it?"

"Your cousin's mother."

Ren Ziling breathed a sigh of relief and said: "I heard your dad say that your grandparents passed away early. This aunt took care of your dad when he was a child. It can be regarded as an unrequited kindness, so I feel that you I have to go back to my hometown. I have already written the leave application form. When do you think we will leave? Anyway, you are on leave from school, so there shouldn’t be anything important, right? "

Luo Qiu suddenly said: "I can go back by myself."