Trafford’s Trading Club

When Wang Yuechuan was surprised, they drove all the way out, and finally Professor Trevor led him to a hill in the suburbs.

Only a few farmers' tile houses, arguably a place of panic, were seen on the road.

The last two got out of the car and climbed this hill on foot. As a policeman, Wang Yuechuan's health was quite good, but Professor Trevor couldn't. He was already asthmatic and full of people. Wang Yuechuan also had to worry that the professor could persevere.

In addition, Professor Trevor constantly looked around during the journey, and frowned... Wang Yuechuan believed that the old professor was also new to the place, so he was unfamiliar.

“Professor, what are you looking for?” Wang Yuechuan asked softly.

“Grave.” Professor Trevor didn't look back either, "he said." Correctly, it should be called a mass grave. I saw this place on the internet when some of the local residents were chatting... well, it should be this way, let's hurry. ”

Wang Yuechuan didn't say much... The Book of the Dead was all translated by this professor, who, despite his doubts, did not have a solid point of view. Is it possible to find someone else to translate besides Professor Trevor?

Wang Yuechuan believes that in addition to Professor Trevor, there must be others who can translate, but it is not easy to find... More importantly, the less we know about the Book of the Dead, the better.

“Here we are!” Professor Trevor stopped suddenly, laughing. "Wang, in your Eastern words, it is the Emperor who has no heart! ”

“Really?” Wang Yuechuan nodded, “What should we do next? You seem to have mentioned before going out… some ritual? ”

This is what Professor Trevor said before going out, saying that a particular ritual can speed up the practice of magic while also improving the individual's magic, but under very harsh conditions.

Professor Trevor nodded and looked around. This is part of the hillside where the terrain is recessed and shaded and humid. Among the exposed soil, you can also see the diamond horns of the 'gold tower' that used to be used to bury bones.

“As already mentioned in the Book of the Dead, the make-up of our magic is mainly physical, mental, spiritual, etc.” Professor Trevor now dropped the backpack on his back and took out what was being prepared while looking at Wang Yuechuan: “That's why you can master magic and use magic faster than I do. Because you're younger than me. ”

Wang Yuechuan said softly: “I knew that. So, what does it have to do with this mass grave? ”

Professor Trevor said, "I don't know who wrote this Book of the Dead. Although there are many meanings and modern words in translation that make up some disagreement, it's mostly possible to speculate. For example, will and spirit seem to be the same thing to modern people, but the Book of the Dead distinguishes it. Physical strength explains very well, so why is the will and spirit separated? This is how I understand that will is actually our mind, and the so-called spirit, which should refer to spiritual power, is a special energy that can be expressed in numerical terms. ”

Wang Yuechuan frowned: “Are you saying that this place may have this special energy… mental power? ”

Professor Trevor nodded, “That's right. As mentioned in the Book of the Dead, every life has a soul, only strong and weak, but the birth and extinction of the soul is the same process. If the body as a carrier dies, then most of the time the soul disappears… but the soul is always slower than the body dies. Some souls can easily be transformed into another special form of energy if their emotions are strong enough before they die in some special places. This energy body could be called a ghost, or a precursor to a ghost. And through this particular ritual, we are able to absorb the energy of these particular energies and transform it into our spirit, which is our spiritual strength. ”

“In that case, let's do it.” Wang Yuechuan directly.

After taking over the Book of the Dead from Wang Yuechuan, Professor Trevor turned one of the pages, and began to put down a crystal bought from the market in different places on this humid mass grave post, according to the pattern on the page.

These different crystals, if wired together, seem to be a particular pattern… probably the contents of the Book of the Dead.

“Professor, when did you buy this crystal? Why don't I remember?” Wang Yuechuan looked coldly at Professor Trevor, who was looking at a black crystal.

This crystal is actually polished to look like a common diamond.

“Oh, this?” Professor Trevor said casually, "I occasionally bought it from an antique shop when I was walking the other day. This black crystal was nicely colored and was meant to be used as a raw material for magic, but it happened to be found in the ceremony and was used. ”

“Hmm.” Wang Yuechuan nodded.

Professor Trevor was busy for a while, finally finished the arrangement, then looked at Wang Yuechuan, hesitating: “Wang... look, who the hell are you and I going to do this ritual first? To be honest, I've just finished translating, I'm not sure if it works or if it's dangerous. Why don't I go first? ”

Wang Yuechuan stared at Professor Trevor, his eyes as if he had a special kind of magic… Of course, this magic is not mutual magic, it is a panicking gaze.

“No.” Wang Yuechuan shook his head suddenly, “I can do it first. Professor, it's important for you to be in charge of translating, in case you get hurt, it will only slow down the translation. Besides, I'm stronger than you, even if it's an accident, it's always better to deal with it. ”

“This... this is fine.” Professor Trevor nodded, then looked at Wang Yuechuan and said positively: “Thank you, Wang. ”

“You're welcome.” Wang Yuechuan said softly: “This is just a matter of priority… So what should I do? ”

“You go straight inside.” Professor Trevor points to the ritual of the law, “and then I try to activate these crystals outside. If this place still has spirits, it will be attracted to these crystals. When these spirits enter the ritual matrix, they are restored to pure spiritual power. You should be able to feel it, then start meditating. ”

According to Professor Trevor, Wang Yuechuan was sitting on the ground while closing his eyes.

Professor Trevor squeezed his eyes at this moment… if it's right here… this is a good opportunity.

It's only a pity that he doesn't have enough capacity, and even though Wang Yuechuan offered to try it himself, when he just looked at it, he still made Professor Trevor nervous... Wang Yuechuan still didn't fully trust him.

But... you've been trapped since you peeked at my notes.

Professor Trevor thought, as he started this ritual, when all the crystals around him suddenly started lighting a little light inside, the temperature around them seemed to drop a little.

Wang Yuechuan also felt that something amazing had begun to emerge around him.

“There are still some spirits left! You absorb it!” Professor Trevor hastily said at this time.

Wang Yuechuan had a very minimal feeling at the moment, that since the birth of magic, he could feel it in his head at all times, as if there was a special seed - the seed of so-called magic.

At this moment, the seed of magic absorbs the energy of the transformed spirit… not much, but only a hint, but slowly nourishes the seed of magic.

I don't know how long later, this feeling of nourishment suddenly stopped, Wang Yuechuan opened his eyes subconsciously, "How did it stop? ”

Only Professor Trevor outside was pale at this time, as if he had fallen asleep, and sat paralyzed in the place, "Wang, I can't hold on, it's consuming to maintain this ritual. ”

In fact, to increase magic, it should be to increase the upper limit of magic, relying on meditation to raise the upper limit too slowly, this moment absorption made Wang Yuechuan's magic seed nearly triple magnified, suddenly stop feeling a sense of natural loss.

But now that the ceremony is useful, it is not in a hurry, Wang Yuechuan stood up very happily: “In that case, teach me how to start it and then come and absorb it, Professor. ”

Shortly afterwards, Professor Trevor also began to absorb the energy from the transformation of the spirit, and the appearance gradually became better… As for Wang Yuechuan, he was calculating the gain or loss between consumption and absorption - of course, much more than consumption.

After all, the magic consumed can be restored naturally. Basically, if the rest is sufficient, it can almost be filled in a day or two, but it is not easy to raise the ceiling.

And while calculating this, he's even watching these so-called spirits that are absorbed by rituals.

The Book of the Dead… So what will be the world of these post-mortem spirits?

The world after death, what would it be?

There are many descriptions of the post-mortem world, whether Eastern or Western.

For example, the capital of the East, what the West calls hell. Or paradise, paradise, etc.

These descriptions have even been extensively artistically processed, and the post-mortem world has even been conceived by humans as a whole and a tight world - yet no one has ever really seen the world of the so-called dead.

How can these spirits, if they are merely an amalgamation of some kind of energy, look like this - almost transparent, but still rarely able to see what they were like in life?

And one of the spirits, although absorbed by ritual formations, looks at Wang Yuechuan at this moment. Its expression suddenly became painful, began to distort and eventually revealed itself.

Wang Yuechuan can even feel a discomfort from this spirit staring at him... that's hatred.

If it's just energy, where's the hate... does it keep the mind?

If thoughts are retained, according to Professor Trevor's interpretation, the will that constitutes magic equals the mind of man… does it mean that the Spirit retains the will as well?

The world after death… what will it be?

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“Ghosts?”

“Yeah! Teacher!”

In the huge training ground beneath the pet hospital, Mo Xiaofei, who had just completed a training session, was resting for a while, drinking a drink made by Long Xiaoruo to supplement her strength, and asked: "These two days, the girls in our class started talking about pen fairies or something, so I was curious to ask, is there really a ghost? ”

Dragon and Eve pulled out their ears and whispered, “Why are we talking about pencil fairies? ”

“Because there's been a recent movie, a horror film about pen fairies.” Mo Xiaofei didn't even want to think about it: “So let's talk about it, hot spot! ”

If Long Yi punched a debt, “Pen fairies still exist, but they are a little different from what you know about pen fairies. ”

“What's the difference?” Mo Xiaofei suddenly showed curiosity about the baby.

“First of all, pen fairies are not capable of answering all of your questions. ”

Dragon and Eve pulled out another ear, “The first pen fairy, actually, is some reader. Hmm... is it the ancient kind of reader who studied hard in cold windows to get his name? Simply put, the guy who reads and dies. They die in front of books, but their obsession persists and they attach themselves to them. Books like this were later acquired by other readers because they were equally keen on knowledge and resonated easily between the two. At this time, the so-called pen fairy will appear. The reader asks the pen fairy what she doesn't understand in the book, and gets an answer... This thing doesn't know how to get out. It was originally a process of living student knowledge taught by dead book students. After a long time, it turned into a pen fairy. It's funny! ”

“Then yell!” When Mo Xiaofei paused, he cast a flash of light on Longxie. "That doesn't mean he got a homeschooling for nothing! ”

But Long Xi waved, “How can a pen fairy show up so easily? Only a true reader with a red heart can become a pen fairy, attached to a book, for a long time. Generally, it's presumably dead or dead. Anyway, now that the province is not open, the three souls will soon be extinguished by the sun of the world. ”

“Oh, oh!” Mo Xiaofei nodded and suddenly stunned, "Teacher, what did you just say... the province won't open? Is there really a place like this? Is there really another world after you die? ”

Long Xi continued to beat a debt, holding his little head and said, “What, you don't believe this stuff? ”

Mo Xiaofei disturbed his head: “No, it just felt a little illogical... Didn't you say that the capital was the place to arrange for people to be reincarnated? In that case, reincarnation after death sounds fine. But the population has been skyrocketing. Even if the people who died in front of it were born, they wouldn't make up this much of the new population, would they? So where did the souls of the new population come from? Can't you play with a dozen or twenty or more trumpets after a soul has been born? ”

Dragon and Eve laughed and suddenly said: "If you put it this way... it would be a multi-account login. ”

“What?” Mo Xiaofei opened his mouth.

Dragon and Eve rolled their eyes and said, “Otherwise, why do you think we call the Three Souls? One soul or one boom, you can impregnate. A complete soul, split apart, can practice ten numbers, nothing wrong! As for the reincarnated soul, gradually through the nourishment of the body, it will grow into a complete three souls and seven souls again. So repeatedly, it is a complete rotation, so there will be no shortage of souls with more population. Sometimes even because of this, the local population explodes, it's too busy! Years ago, a fool said that hell was not free to be Buddha, but just because of that, it was directly miserable. ”

I'll go...

“Teacher, isn't that the idiot you're talking about, the legendary land, the land of Tibetan Buddha? ”

“What do you think?” If Long Xi doesn't answer the question back.

Mo Xiaofei knew he had asked a silly question and laughed twice, "But why is the province closed now? If you don't open it, nobody's going to have an abortion. ”

Long Xi shook her head: “I don't know about this either... it's just that the passage of the local government to the world is closed for no one, or for no reason. I haven't seen an army of souls in almost a hundred years. ”

“Shut it down...” Mo Xiaofei sounded a little confused and asked his subconscious: “If it doesn't open, where does the spirit of the new man come from now? ”

Long Xi was so cold: “That's why there are so many ‘fake people' in the world! How else do you think you're gonna survive this? Can the boss be so kind? Because you're a real soul! ”