Chapter 603: Letter from the hometown

Chapter 603 Letter from the Home
At this time, along with the sound heard by Wang Yuechuan, the crystal powder that was sprinkled on the black cloth gradually reacted.
They quickly absorb the blood dripping on it, and then turn into extremely fine particles, which are then suspended.
No mistakes, these red particles, in the absence of physical external force, from the black cloth, began to float in front of Wang Yuechuan.
They seem to be attracted to what they are, gradually gathering together in the air - these blood-stained red crystal powders piled up in the air are gradually growing, and a form like a sand man gradually becomes Clear.
Wang Yuechuan’s expression has even changed from concentration to tension, and his eyes watched the formation of this thing without hesitation. Finally, when the last powder was also brought together, the form of this villain finally formed!
Wang Yuechuan’s eyes flashed a touch of joy, but he was not happy for a long time. The floating crystal powder piled up in front of him was scattered in a moment, like a quicksand, scattered directly on the black cloth of the coffee table.
Wang Yuechuan frowned and kept staring at the coffee table in front of him.
Professor Cui Fo, who was next to him, stopped at this moment and glanced. "Wang, you have failed again!"
Wang Yuechuan shook his head and sat up. It seemed to be a bit stunned. "I have done it according to what you have read. I am sure that there is no mistake in one step, but there is 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 of my interpretation is correct. Even the pronunciation of the spell is mostly guessed. It is not necessarily accurate. Besides, about casting. The problem of materials, I think is also a factor that has to be taken seriously."
"After all, I still know too little." Wang Yuechuan shook his head.
He reached out and stretched a curtain on the curtain behind the sofa. A beam of sunlight pierced, Wang Yuechuan frowned frowningly... I remembered that I had not left the apartment for a week. I went out last time. It is also to give Professor Cuifu the documents and materials purchased by his Australian students.
His life suddenly changed dramatically - from the day he met the current Professor Cui Fo at the airport.
Interpretation of The Book of the Dead, the ancient and mysterious magic recorded in the book... The supernatural power is reshaping his knowledge of the world while impacting Wang Yuechuan's existing cognition.
It is a pity that Professor Cui Fo’s interpretation of The Book of the Dead is so slow that he knows that he has not been able to complete the simplest magic recorded in the Book of the Dead.
However, the authenticity of magic, he no longer doubts - even if the magic can not be done, but the process of its manifestation is enough to really exist.
After all, after calculating the time, Professor Cui Fo did not start to interpret how long it was - and this book of the Dead was obtained from Cao Yu.
Wang Yuechuan couldn't even figure out how long Cao Yu got the book, but obviously Cao Yu knows more, and even can use a lot of magic recorded in the book.
The problem is... Cao Yu, who is able to use this magical magic, what was the reason for the real death – what was the look of panic before he died, and because of what he met?
"Professor, is there any news on your side?" Wang Yuechuan looked at Professor Cui Fo at this time.
"My students are already helping me find records that match the period of the book "The Book of the Dead", but I am afraid it is not so fast." Professor Cui Fu reluctantly said: "Wang, you have to know, buried in history." The truth is not to be known casually. It is you, as a public official of this country, is there really no problem if you don’t go to work?"
"I have already said hello, you don't have to worry about this problem. Just read the contents of "The Book of the Dead"." Wang Yuechuan said indifferently, and stood up, "I am going to take a shower."
But he extended his hand to Professor Trevor.
I saw Professor Cui Fo’s unwilling look. In the end, the book of the Dead was handed to Wang Yuechuan’s hand.
Wang, did you take a shower in the morning?

Wang Yuechuan did not answer, so he took the book "The Book of the Dead" into the bathroom - he has been carrying this "Book of the Dead", he can allow Cui Fo to hold this book in his eyelids underground. But it doesn't make it really out of sight.
Professor Wang Cuifu narrowed his eyes until Wang Yuechuan had entered the bathroom. He glanced at Wang Yuechuan's powder on the black cloth after the failure of the magic, and then he began to walk again in the living room.
Undoubtedly, his cognition, like Wang Yuechuan, has been greatly affected. He was able to interpret some of the knowledge in the book, but revealed to Wang Yuechuan that he knew less than he explained.
At this time, Professor Cui Fo’s laptop on the table suddenly rang, it was an email sent to him. The professor glanced glanced and then hurried to the bathroom and knocked on the door. "Wang! My student said that he found someone who can read the text!"
I saw the next moment, Wang Yuechuan, whose hair was wet, wrapped the lower body with a towel and opened the door. "Where?"

It’s in this country, and it’s still in this city!

Wang Yuechuan ignored the ecstasy look of Cui Fo, and his keen instinct made him feel this thing, it would not be a coincidence.
"Wait for me, start right away." Wang Yuechuan nodded and returned to the bathroom.
When he walked out again, the scum on his face was cleaned up.
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What makes Luo Qiu curious is that Ren Ziling, who came back at night, did not look like a normal dog. When the shoes were off, he sat on the sofa and then reached out like a wicked feudal landlord. .
After Ren Ziling was squatting for a while, he suddenly said: "Boy, what have you left for me tonight?"
"Fish is born."
"Oh."
Ren Ziling didn't even rush to the table as usual, but stretched his hand and pinched his shoulder. Suddenly, he looked at Luo Bodao: "Kid, give me a pinch?"
So Luo boss stood up and threw a small hammer for a shoulder to the aunt's belly.
Ren Da, the deputy editor, did not seem to be the same as usual. He sighed and sighed with tears and sighed himself. He grabbed a small hammer and tapped his shoulder.
She didn't know what to think and stared at the ceiling.
Luo Qiu frowned. "What do you have?"
Ren Ziling’s small hammer stopped and looked at Luo Qiu. Suddenly said:
Boy, do you want to go back to your hometown?

"Hometown?" Luo Qiu sat down.
Ren Ziling also sat upright. "Today, your hometown sent a letter to my office. The letter is your uncle, saying that there is an old man in the family who is going to die, and ask if you want to go back and see."
Luo Qiu was silent for a while. "How do you send your office? And still write a letter?"
Ren Ziling shrugged: "They didn't have your call. We don't live in the old house now. As for writing a letter, you ask me, who do I ask? Anyway, my phone has never been changed, I don't believe they haven't." One does not know."
Although this is said, but looking at the appearance of Zi Ling, Luo Qiu naturally knows that she is in the heart.
Since Ren Ziling’s showdown with relatives of his home three years ago...today, neither side has ever traveled. If it weren’t for the elderly in the family that were seriously ill, it would probably continue like this.
"who is it?"
"The mother of your uncle."
Ren Ziling sighed and said: "I heard your dad said that your grandparents passed away early. When you were young, your dad was the one who took care of the grown up. It’s still unclear, so I feel that you are in love. I have to go back to my hometown. I have already written a leave request. When do you want to leave? Anyway, if you are out of school now, should there be nothing important?"
Luo Qiu suddenly said: "I will go back on my own."
(End of this chapter)