The crystal powder scattered on the black cloth gradually reacted with the voice of Wang Yuechuan utterance at this time.
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 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.”
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.
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?
“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.
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.
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.”
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.
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.”
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.”
