Trafford’s Trading Club

As Wang Yuechuan read out, the crystal powder spilled on the black cloth gradually reacted.

They rapidly absorb the blood that drops on them, and then they turn into a very fine particle, and then one floats.

No mistake, these red particles, in the absence of physical external forces, began to float in front of Wang Yuechuan from the top of the black cloth.

They gather in the middle of the sky as if they were attracted to something - these bloodstained red crystal powders accumulating in the air grow, and a sandy form becomes clearer.

Wang Yuechuan's face even changed from focused to nervous, and his eyes looked at the shape of this thing without blinking. Finally, when the last powder came together, the dwarf's shape finally took shape!

Wang Yuechuan's eyes flashed with joy, but not for long. In front of him, this floating crystal powder pile of little man instantly scattered, like quicksand, directly on the black cloth of the coffee table.

Wang Yuechuan frowned and kept staring at the coffee table in front of him.

Professor Trevor next to him stopped and took a look, "Wang, you failed again! ”

Wang Yuechuan shook his head and sat up, seemingly a little bland, “I've done what you've read. I'm sure there's nothing wrong with any of the steps, but there's always no way to do this... this magic. ”

Professor Trevor said, "This Book of the Dead is mysterious, King! I'm also not sure if what I'm reading is correct, and even the pronunciation of the spell is mostly speculative, not necessarily accurate. Moreover, with regard to the materials used, I think it is also a factor that must be taken into account. ”

“After all, too little is known.” Wang Yuechuan shook his head.

He stretched his hand open on the curtains behind the sofa, a ray of sunshine pierced him, and Wang Yuechuan consciously frowned... just remembered that he hadn't left the apartment in a week - the last time he went out, to tell Professor Trevor about the literature he had sent to students in Australia and to buy food.

His life suddenly changed dramatically - since he greeted Professor Trevor at the airport that day.

Interpret the Book of the Dead, the ancient and mysterious magic documented in the book… The supernatural forces are impinging on Wang Yuechuan's existing perception, while also reshaping his perception of the world.

Unfortunately, Professor Trevor's interpretation of the Book of the Dead was so slow that he knew just now that he had not been able to complete the simplest magic recorded in the Book of the Dead.

But the authenticity of magic, he no longer doubts - even if magic cannot be truly accomplished, is it true enough that the divinity it exhibits in the process?

After all, in counting time, Professor Trevor did not begin to interpret for much longer - and this Book of the Dead was obtained from Cao Yu.

Wang Yuechuan can't even guess how long Cao Yuechuan has had this book, but it is clear that Cao Yuechuan knows more and can even use many of the magic recorded in the book completely.

The question is… what was the cause of Cao Yiu's true death when he was able to use this magical magic - the kind of horror he was in before he died, and what did he encounter?

“Professor, do you have any news on your side?” Wang Yuechuan looks at Professor Trevor at this moment.

“My students are already helping me find a record that fits the period when this Book of the Dead appeared, but I'm afraid not so soon.” Professor Trevor is helpless: “Wang, you have to know that the truth that is buried in history is not readily available. But you, as a public official in this country, are you sure you don't have a problem going to work? ”

“I've already said hello, don't worry about that. Just read the contents of the Book of the Dead.” Wang Yuechuan spoke softly and stood up, "I went to take a bath. ”

But he reached out to Professor Trevor.

After seeing Professor Trevor's unwillingness, he finally delivered the Book of the Dead to Wang Yuechuan, “Wong, didn't you just take a bath in the morning? ”

Wang Yuechuan walked into the bathroom with the Book of the Dead without answering - he had been carrying the Book of the Dead, and he could allow Trevor to hold the book under his own eyelids, but he would not really let it out of his sight.

Until Wang Yuechuan had entered the bathroom, Professor Trevor closed his eyes. He glanced at Wang Yuechuan's powder on the black cloth after his magic failed and walked again with his hands in the living room.

Undoubtedly, his cognition, like Wang Yuechuan's, was devastated. He was able to interpret some of the knowledge in the book, but revealed it to Wang Yuechuan, but less than he interpreted.

At this point, Professor Trevor's laptop on the table suddenly rang, and it was an e-mail to him. The professor glanced curiously and then rushed to the bathroom, knocking on the door, "King! My students said they found someone who could read the text! ”

The next moment, Wang Yuechuan, with wet hair, opened the door with a towel wrapped around his lower body, "Where? ”

“In this country, and still in this city! ”

Wang Yuechuan ignored Trevor's exhilarating appearance, and his acute instincts made him feel that it was not as simple as a coincidence.

“Just give me a minute, I'll leave right away.” Wang Yuechuan nodded and returned to the bathroom.

By the time he walked out again, the scum on his face had been cleared.

……

……

To make Rochu curious, Ren Ziling, who came back at night, did not, as usual, look like a loser. Once he took off his shoes, he sat paralyzed on the couch and reached for tea like an evil feudal landlord.

Ren Ziling was paralyzed for a while before suddenly saying: "What did you leave me tonight, son? ”

“Fishboy. ”

“Oh.”

Ren Ziling didn't rush to the table as usual. Instead, he reached out and squeezed his shoulder. Suddenly he looked at Boss Luo and said: "Boy, squeeze my shoulder? ”

So Boss Luo stood up and threw a little hammer on his shoulder onto his belly.

Vice Editor Ren did not at this time, as usual, a tear, a snotty sigh of sighing self-pity, grabbed the hammer at random and tapped it gently against his shoulder.

She just doesn't know what to think, stares at the ceiling.

Rochu frowned, “What do you want? ”

Ren Ziling's little hammer stopped and looked at Roquette, suddenly he said: "Boy, would you like to come back to your hometown? ”

“Home?” Lochu sat down.

Ren Ziling sat up, “Today a letter from your home has been sent to my office. Your cousin wrote the letter saying that an old man was dying at home and asked if you wanted to go back and check it out. ”

Rochu was silent for a while, "How did you get this letter from your office? And still write? ”

Ren Ziling shrugged: “They don't have your phone, we don't live in the old house now... As for writing, ask me, who am I asking? I never changed my phone anyway, I can't believe none of them knew. ”

Even so, but looking at Ziling's appearance, Roquette naturally knew she was in the heart.

Ever since Ziling took up cards with relatives in her hometown three years ago... to this day, neither side has been in contact. Had it not been for the sickness of the elderly in this house, it would probably have gone on.

“Who is it?”

“Your cousin's mother. ”

Ren Ziling appealed: “I heard your father say that your grandmother and grandfather died early. Your father was the one who took care of your aunt and grew up as a child. It's kind of an unclear affection, so I think you should go home. I've written a leave order. When do you think you're leaving? Anyway, you're out of school now, so it shouldn't matter, right? ”

And Rochu suddenly said, "I'll just go home myself. ”