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They quickly absorbed the blood dripping on it, turned into very fine particles, and then they were suspended.

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

They seemed to be attracted by something and gradually gathered in the air. The blood-stained red crystal powder accumulated in the air slowly grew. A sandman-like shape gradually became clear.

Wang Yuechuan’s expression even changed from focused to tense. He looked at its formation without blinking. Finally, it formed into a little human-like shape when the last powder gathered together!

A hint of joy flashed in Wang Yuechuan’s eyes, but he didn’t feel happy for long. The little man piled with crystal powder floating in front of him instantly dispersed, like the quicksand, and directly scattered on the black cloth on the coffee table.

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

Professor Cui Fo next to him, stopped at this time and took a look, “Wang, you have failed again!”

Wang Yuechuan shook his head and leaned over, seemingly depressed, “I have done it according to what you interpreted. I’m sure that there is no error in each step, but there is still no way to complete this... this magic. ”

Professor Cui Fo said, “This “Book of the Dead” is too mysterious, Wang! I am not sure whether the content I interpreted is correct. The pronunciation of the spell is mostly guessed, not necessarily accurate. Besides, I think the issue of materials for spell casting is also a factor that we have to pay attention to.”

“After all, I still know too little.” Wang Yuechuan shook his head.

He stretched out his hand on the curtain behind the sofa and slightly drew it away. A beam of sunlight penetrated. Wang Yuechuan subconsciously frowned... Only then did he remember that he hadn’t left this apartment for a whole week. During the last time he went out, he left to collect the literature and information mailed by Professor Cui Fo’s Australian students and buy food.

His life suddenly changed dramatically since he greeted Professor Cui Fo at the airport that day.

Interpreting the “Book of the Dead,” the ancient and mysterious magic recorded in the book... The supernatural powers were impacting Wang Yuechuan’s existing cognition while reshaping his comprehension of the world.

It was a pity that Professor Cui Fo’s interpretation of “The Book of the Dead” was so slow that he had not been able to complete the simplest magic recorded in the “Book of the Dead” so far.

However, he no longer doubted the authenticity of magic. Even though magic could not be truly completed, the miracles revealed in the process were already enough to prove its existence.

After all, counting the time, it had not been a long time since Professor Cui Fo started to interpret it. This “Book of the Dead” was obtained from Cao Yu.

Wang Yuechuan couldn’t even guess how long Cao Yu had kept this book, but apparently, Cao Yu knew more and could even use quite a lot of the magic recorded in the book.

The question was... What was the real reason for Cao Yu’s death? Who was able to use this kind of magic? What did he see that caused the frightening appearance before his death?

“Professor, do you have any news?” Wang Yuechuan looked at Professor Cui Fo at this time.

“My students are already helping me to find records of the time when “Book of the Dead” appeared, but I am afraid it hasn’t been so soon.” Professor Cui Fu said with resignation, “Wang, you need to know, the truth that is buried in history cannot be known casually. But you, as a public official in this country, is it no problem if you don’t go to work?”

“I have already informed them. Don’t worry about this. Just interpret the contents of “Book of the Dead.” Wang Yuechuan said calmly and stood up, “I’ll take a shower.”

But he stretched out his palm towards Professor Cui Fo.

Professor Cui Fo showed unwillingness and finally handed “Book of the Dead” to Wang Yuechuan’s hand, “Wang, didn’t you just take a shower in the morning?”

Wang Yuechuan did not answer. He carried “Book of the Dead” and walked into the bathroom. He had been carrying this “Book of the Dead” around. He could allow Cui Fo to hold this book under his eyelids, but he won’t allow it to go out of his sight.

It was until Wang Yuechuan had entered the bathroom that Professor Cui Fo narrowed his eyes. He glanced at the powder on the black cloth that was left after Wang Yuechuan failed to use the magic, and then paced around again in the living room with his hands clasped behind his back.

Undoubtedly, his cognition was also hugely impacted as Wang Yuechuan’s. He was able to interpret some of the book’s knowledge, but what he let Wang Yuechuan know was less than what he could interpret.

Professor Cui Fo’s laptop on the table suddenly rang at this moment. It was an email sent to him. The professor took a curious look, then hurriedly ran to the bathroom and knocked on the door, “Wang! My student said he found someone who can decipher words!”

Wang Yuechuan, with wet hair, wrapped his lower body in a towel, and opened the door the next moment, “Where is he?”

“He is in this country, and even in this city!”

Wang Yuechuan ignored Cui Fo’s ecstatic appearance. His keen intuition made him feel that this incident was not so simple as a coincidence.

“Wait for me. Let’s set off right away.” Wang Yuechuan nodded and returned to the bathroom.

The stubble on his face had been cleaned up when he walked out again.

...

What made Luo Qiu curious was that Ren Ziling, who came back on time at night, did not look crestfallen as usual. Instead, she sprawled on the sofa as soon as she took off her shoes, and then be like a wicked feudal landlord, who lived out without doing any work.

Ren Ziling sprawled like this for a long time before she suddenly said, “Boy, what did you leave for me tonight?”

“Yusheng.”

“Oh.”

Ren Ziling did not rush to the table as usual. Instead, she stretched out his hand and kneaded her shoulder. She suddenly looked at Boss Luo and said, “Boy, massage my shoulders for me?”

So Boss Luo stood up and threw a small hammer used to massaging his shoulders onto Aunty Ren’s belly.

Subeditor Ren didn’t make a sigh with her face covered in tears and started to feel self-pity as usual at this moment. Instead, she grabbed the small hammer and tapped it towards her shoulder.

She just stared at the ceiling while thinking.

Luo Qiu frowned, “What’s the matter?”

The little hammer in Ren Ziling’s hand stopped. She 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 from your hometown was sent to my office. It was your cousin who wrote the letter, saying that there is an old man in the family who is about to die, and asks if you want to go back and visit.”

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. We don’t live in the old house now... As for the letter, since you ask me, who else should I ask? Anyway, I haven’t changed my phone number. So I don’t believe that none of them know it.”

Although Ren Ziling said this in this way, Luo Qiu naturally knew that she knew it well when he looked at her face.

Since Ren Ziling had a showdown with relatives in her hometown three years ago, neither party had any contact until today. They would probably have been like this forever if there was not an elderly person in the family who was seriously ill at this time.

“Who is it?”

“Your uncle’s mother.”

Ren Ziling sighed and said, “I heard your dad say that your grandparents passed away early. Your dad was taken care of by this aunt since he was a child. It’s kindness that can’t be repaid fully. I think it is reasonable that you have to return to your hometown. I have already written the request for leave. When do you want to leave? Anyway, you now stop off school. There should be nothing important, right?”

Luo Qiu suddenly said, “I can go back on my own.”