Since obtaining the ancient book from that bookstore, Professor Trevor's translation of the "Book of the Dead" had made a breakthrough.
According to Professor Trevor's translation, Wang Yuechuan temporarily knew that this book that allowed people to use magic was roughly divided into three different chapters.
Control, Curse, and Production.
The other was the concept of "Holy Prose" mentioned in the book. According to the description of the "Book of the Dead," all applications were based on the application of "Holy Prose." That was to use the correct pronunciation to read the "Holy Prose." Through the role of the spirit of speech, it was to construct the entire process of the beginning, progress, and end of a spell.
The "Book of the Dead" did not introduce much about the real tutorial of a spell. It was only the most basic explanation. Of course, it did not mean that there was no tutorial at all. For example, the spell that Wang Yuechuan had been trying but failing before had a tutorial.
Later, he learned that this was the only tutorial in the "Production" chapter.
Yes, the only one.
The "Book of the Dead" was such a book. It showed the existence of the "Holy Prose." At the same time, it focused more on the use of this "Holy Prose." Then, it was full of a large number of private lives of the person who wrote this "Book of the Dead."
"In short, it shows you a formula, and then you use this formula to solve various problems."
This was Wang Yuechuan's immediate summary after the lengthy explanation to Professor Trevor. For this, Professor Trevor was very dissatisfied. But Wang Yuechuan did not care about Professor Trevor's complaints.
Because with the correct pronunciation of the "Holy Prose," he had indeed completed the only example of magic recorded in the "Production" chapter that he had failed before.
This was a very wonderful and incredible tactile feeling — from his own eyes. He could see the small puppet that he completed with ordinary crystal powder and so on. It was now standing on the coffee table in front of him. But at the same time, he could also see himself sitting on the sofa through the puppet's eyes.
Of course, from the perspective of the puppet's vision, the clarity was somewhat unsatisfactory, like a person with great myopia. On the one hand, it was because he had just learned the production technique and was not perfect. On the other hand, it was because of the low quality of the production materials.
Furthermore, he still needed to learn the content of the control chapter before he could truly move this palm-sized doll …
Wang Yuechuan was now basically certain that Cao Yu, who had died, must be the mastermind behind the several vicious serial murder cases that he had solved in the past. With the ability obtained from the Book of the Dead, it seemed to be easy for him to enter a deserted place under the surveillance camera.
Those black crystal pendants worn by the prisoners … were probably the materials that Cao Yu wanted to obtain back then? Wang Yuechuan recalled the time when he was in contact with the murderers. Once they lost the crystal, the criminals would become emotional and lose control of their emotions.
But was this crystal natural or man-made?
While he was thinking to himself, Professor Trevor walked out of his room. Seeing him put on his coat, Wang Yuechuan frowned and asked, "Professor, where are you going?"
Professor Trevor shook his head and sighed, "The translator has encountered a difficult problem. I want to go out for a walk and relax. Maybe I can get some inspiration."
Wang Yuechuan nodded and did not doubt this. Even when he solved cases himself in the past, if he encountered a problem that he couldn't solve, he planned to relax himself.
"It's okay to go out, but …"
"Oh, yes … I know." Professor Trevor nodded. With a reluctant look, he took out the Book of the Dead from his clothes and handed it to Wang Yuechuan.
Wang Yuechuan said calmly at this time, "I understand the feelings of translators. But I don't want anything to go wrong with this book, so I hope you can understand me. "
Professor Trevor shrugged and said casually, "I guess I'll be back late tonight. I want to drink some wine."
Wang Yuechuan agreed, and Professor Trevor went out directly. Wang Yuechuan sat back in his original place again and pressed his palm on the cover of the Book of the Dead.
There was no doubt that he didn't have the knowledge to translate the Book of the Dead, but that didn't prevent him from feeling that when he used magic, holding the Book of the Dead in his hand would increase the success rate and make it less tiring.
It might not be as simple as a tutorial, and it might even be one of the materials to use magic. Wang Yuechuan believed that Professor Trevor, as a translator, would realize this earlier than him.
Taking a deep breath, Wang Yuechuan took the Book of the Dead and quietly knocked on the door of Professor Trevor's room. He found the ancient book bought from the bookstore and the translation ideas that the professor casually wrote in his notebook.
Since there was no relevant knowledge in this area, then he would learn as much as he could.
Wang Yuechuan was not a person who liked to rely on others, and he was even more reluctant to give more control to others.
…
Just after leaving Wang Yuechuan's residence, Professor Trevor looked up and narrowed his eyes downstairs.
As a person who could translate the Book of the Dead, Professor Trevor also had his own plans. For the translator, after translating the Book of the Dead, he found that this magic book was too unfriendly to the elderly.
Even if he had mastered the pronunciation of the "Hieroglyphic" earlier, he could not independently complete the magic that Wang Yuechuan had completed. He often failed at the last moment, even if he had the "Book of the Dead".
Physical strength, spirit, will, and even vitality, etc., seemed to be one of the factors of the motive force to use magic. They were collectively called magic power.
"King … you are really cautious like a dormant viper." Professor Trevor suddenly sneered, "Control, curse, production … but there is a fourth chapter that I didn't tell you."
Chapter Four – Soul.
It was not difficult for Professor Trevor to imagine that Wang Yuechuan would not always rely on it to interpret the Book of the Dead. The power introduced in the book was too subversive.
Faced with the temptation of this power, Professor Trevor didn't think that Wang Yuechuan could resist it. No one could resist it.
"You should study my notes well."
The professor called a taxi at this moment, then went to a bar. He drank quietly in a dark corner. The translation could be done early anywhere. The information in the book had long been recorded into electronic equipment.
Compared with living with Wang Yuechuan and often worrying about this viper, this place could make Professor Trevor's thinking clearer.
"The soul can be immortal, even immortal … as long as a new body can be found." The professor muttered to himself, looking at the tablet in his hand.
At this time, his cell phone suddenly rang, interrupting his thoughts. The professor frowned, but glanced at the name on the caller ID, and finally adjusted his mentality.
"Hello, Tom." Professor Trevor calmly called out the other party's name. This was one of his friends, who was also a lawyer.
"Trevor, I have done what you asked me to do. I just need to confirm it." Tom said quickly, "But old friend, do you really want to do this? Your wife and son are very opposed to your approach. They said that if you insist, they may go to court to sue you! "
"These properties are all mine. I can do whatever I like. I don't have to worry about them." Trevor said in a deep voice.
"Well then … the property under your name, deposits, and all the insurance and so on, I will do all the loans I can find for you. According to what you said, just find a private loan. No matter how high the interest is, as long as the maximum amount is about 5.7 million Australian dollars."
"Got it." After Professor Trevor said a few words to Tom, he immediately hung up the long-distance call.
Soon after, there was another call with a different name. This was another bank experience that Trevor knew.
"Hello, Professor Cui Fo, about the mortgage you made, we have approved it …"
Then there was a call from the publishing house, "Professor, are you sure you want us to buy all your copyrights permanently?"
One call after another … In the shortest time, this professor with status had become an economic swindler.
Finally, Trevor made a phone call and said slowly, "Mr. Liu, I think we can talk about the black diamond in your hand again."
"Sure, when?"
"How about three days later?"
"Three days? I have a lot of buyers on hand. I'm afraid I can't wait for you, right? "
"Mr. Liu, I believe that my price will satisfy you. Others won't pay more than me."
"Two days, only two days!"
"It's a deal."
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Club.
"… On the second floor above, except for the master's and my room, you can enter at will. In addition, there is a room on the second floor that is working at this time. Don't bother if you can. " The maid was explaining something to Taisetsu, "In addition, the basement one is the warehouse and the master's study. If you don't have the master's permission, you can't enter."
Taisetsu nodded and silently remembered the rules here. In fact, there were not many rules. Except for the rule that he couldn't betray the boss, it seemed to be very loose. The Black Soul Messenger had considerable freedom.
"What about the basement two?" Taisetsu asked curiously.
You Ye said seriously, "Only the master can enter the basement two. Any messenger, including me, will be in danger as long as they are close. Remember. "
"Clear." Taisetsu still nodded and suddenly asked, "Then do I have to greet other Black Soul Messengers?"
While saying this, the maid had taken Taisetsu around and then came to the kitchen.
At this time, the maid was putting food that Taisetsu couldn't name on the delicate birdcage plate. None of the food was like a work of art.
"No. 9 is performing the master's task. I'm afraid she won't come back in a short time. As for No. 18, because of the degree of freedom, you may be able to see her tomorrow or maybe after a long time. " You Ye said indifferently, "As for Taiyinzi upstairs, he is having a good time now. Maybe you can try to call him. In addition, No. 1, No. 666 and other Black Soul Messengers are on vacation … By the way, No. 666 should be ending his vacation soon. Let's get to know each other if there is a chance. "
"No. 666?" Taisetsu was stunned. On the one hand, he was surprised that the Black Soul Messengers could reach the number 666. On the other hand, he was ridiculing the number 666 — Chinese people had a deep friendship with 666.
You Ye picked up the tray with the dishes and teapot and smiled slightly, "This number seems to have a bit of an interesting meaning here. But in the West, it has another meaning … Of course, this is only a man-made definition. You don't have to care too much. "
Taisetsu nodded and said, "Well, let me help you?"
"No, I'll serve the master." You Ye said indifferently, "Don't learn from the person upstairs."
Taisetsu looked at You Ye's back and rubbed his chin. No one knew what he was thinking. But he didn't stop for long and immediately chased after her.
When passing by a mirror decoration in the corridor, Taisetsu glanced at it subconsciously — After becoming a Black Soul Messenger, he returned to his young appearance again.
…
"Have you introduced them all?"
"Well, I've learned about them." The servant girl put down a cup of hot tea in front of the boss, "Master went out and brought back a new Black Soul Messenger … And it's a person who can use Zhan Lu. Since the death of the messenger who used Zhan Lu a hundred years ago, it has been unable to find a suitable user. Master, are you preparing this time? For Penglai … "
Luoqiu just smiled and didn't answer.
He suddenly opened his palm and a fluorescent light floated out of his palm.
The fluorescent light slowly rose and came to You Ye's eyes. The fluorescent light and her blue eyes met each other. The servant girl subconsciously said, "What a beautiful yearning."
"Yes," Luoqiu smiled and said, "But it's a pity to use it as a sacrifice."
"But the altar should like it very much." You Ye smiled and said.
Boss Luo's other palm at this time also showed a group of osmanthus flowers — they were like freshly picked, delicate and with a fragrance.
You Ye blinked.
These osmanthus flowers began to spread in the master's hand and then gradually turned into a mercury-like color. Small pieces of silver osmanthus flowers began to be arranged and finally made into a small and exquisite hairpin.
The floating fluorescent light at this time was integrated into the hairpin, giving it a touch of light color.
Luoqiu took the newly made hairpin in his palm and then put it on You Ye's long hair. He whispered, "Then, will you like it?"
"I like it the most."
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