The fat man's level of spoken English is not good, but since entering Beijing University, in order to avoid the college entrance examination situation, he has worked hard in professional courses and English in the busy entrepreneurial process, so he still has the ability to write!

Seeing the paragraph in the notebook, Evan Charles trembled in his heart and frowned silently - it turned out that the fat man and Yang Jingbin, the teacher and student, had already considered his possible retaliation, and the reason why this disgusting fat man chose to come to this car was to keep a close watch on him to prevent him from using spells.

Fortunately, I resisted the urge to retaliate quickly, otherwise the result would only be a failure, and a fiasco!

This trip to the Loulan ruins, can you really only be familiar with the route?

Evan Charles closed his eyes and pondered, and reason told him that with Yang Jingbin, a stubborn and extremely principled Huaxia mage, and Wen Shuo, a young man who can be forgiven and understood if he makes mistakes, so he dares to make mistakes, and is more capable of making mistakes and acting rudely, his plan will definitely be difficult to implement.

But if he gave up, Charles was unwilling, and besides, this was a shame, with silence and no action, he expressed his submission to the other party!

This is something that Charles cannot tolerate.

Even in a foreign country, in the hearts of the British nobles, there will always be the pride of the "empire on which the sun never sets", and under the strong ships and sharp guns, the whole world will surrender!

After a long time, on the bumpy bus, Evan Charles still had some sanity that did not arouse the anger of the public, snatched the notebook and pen from the fat man who had already closed his eyes and began to pretend to sleep, and wrote a paragraph on it: "Everywhere, every proud, self-respecting mage should have the right to cast his spells!"

Wen Shuo glanced at this sentence, and took great pains to confirm that he had not misunderstood, so he snatched the pen and the book even more arrogantly than Charles, and wrote: "Don't use your own power to encroach on the dignity of others or other countries!"

"Wouldn't you use spells at the Loulan Ruins?" Charles wrote hard.

The fat man sneered and wrote: "This is my motherland!"

"This is an insult to me!" Charles wrote angrily, "Do you Chinese mages treat guests like this?"

The fat man, who has always been decisive and has no respect and affection for Evan Charles, hesitated at the moment - before, he did not consider the relationship between his personal behavior and the honor and disgrace of the country, and he never felt that he could have such a noble consciousness, and he did not feel that he could have the opportunity to win glory for the country and protect the interests of the motherland.

But now, he was hesitant by Evan Charles's words - the country, the rivers and lakes, and the Xuanshi......

What should we, I, do?

Wen Shuo sighed, his expression was much softer, and he wrote in his notebook: "Mr. Charles, if you can ensure that your actions will not cause damage to the Loulan ruins that have survived for two thousand years, we will not stop your actions. However, if you are not sure, or you have selfish thoughts and do not hesitate to cause damage to the Loulan ruins, then we are bound to stop your actions. ”

Charles blushed, pondered for a moment, and wrote, "I'll try my best." ”

Wen Shuo shook his head and wrote: "You must be absolutely sure, otherwise, if something unexpected happens, you will bear the consequences!"

Charles sneered, closing his eyes and falling asleep.

Wen Shuo didn't bother to communicate with this arrogant and conceited guy anymore, got up and walked to the back row and sat down - damn, if it weren't for Lao Tzu's broad-mindedness and gentle personality, he would have beaten you up now and let you do it......

At half past eight, the convoy had dinner at a resting and supply point on the way, which was actually a town smaller than an inland village, checked the condition of the vehicles, refueled, and then set off again.

Along the way, Wen Shuo sat or lay alone in the back row, completely unaffected by the bumps of the vehicle, sleeping exceptionally soundly, and sometimes snoring a few times.

After experiencing the initial excitement of talking directly to each other or using the translators arranged by the organizers to discuss academic issues, the experts and scholars from abroad with an average age of nearly 50 years old finally felt tired and sleepy, and began to sit on their chairs and nap and rest one by one.

It's past one o'clock in the morning.

The convoy left the road, the driver relied on experience and memory, as well as the assistance of the satellite navigation system, in the desert next door that seemed to be a road and not a road, the vehicle became more and more bumpy, but it only slightly disturbed the passengers who were resting on the car to wake up, and it didn't take long for them to be tired and tired, and they fell asleep again, the vehicle was light and heavy bumps and turns, but played the role of a cradle, and the pull of the seat belt on the body seemed to be massaged.

Evan Charles, who had always been sitting upright, was staring at the boundless darkness outside the car window with bright eyes.

There is no heavy black curtain, the night sky is full of stars, and the Milky Way is crossed.

As far as the eye can see, there are rolling sand dunes and cold rocks...... Under the starlight and moonlight, there is a silver-white little light, but there is no intoxicating beauty, but it reveals the meaning of forest and indifferent desolation.

Night, moonlight, starlight!

Bleak, lonely, silent.

The convoy is heading towards the legendary ghost realm, where countless ghosts wander next door to this vast desert, and all kinds of demons and monsters guard their small territories.

Rash intruders will be killed and buried in the rolling yellow sand.

In such an environment, it is easy to lose visual intuitive judgment in a moving vehicle, and feel that the vehicle is like a ship that has lost power, rippling in the boundless ocean, not knowing whether it is moving forward, backward, or standing still.

Evan Charles's mind suddenly floated to an old British myth and legend, the demon king lived in a castle in the desert, captured the lost traveler into the castle and killed him, and one after another mages went to the desert to find the demon king, but they never found ...... Thinking about what happened in the past two days, Evan Charles's eyes scanned the environment inside the car, if these people, if they all died here, who would know?

Shaking his head and removing the evil thoughts from his mind, Charles turned his head and glanced at the fat man behind him out of the corner of his eye.

The hateful fat man, lying on his side in the long back seat, slept very soundly, in order to avoid falling out of the seat, the guy tied himself with two seat belts, at this moment, with a smile on his face, as if he was having a wonderful dream, and the corners of his mouth also pulled out a line of shiny saliva.

Charles raised his hand, gently removed the bag placed on it, carefully trying not to make a sound, and took out a bronze coin about three centimeters in diameter with a strange pattern on it.

Charles tilted his head and observed Wen Shuo again from the corner of his eye, and then a cold and vicious smile appeared on his face.

He opened and closed his lips and recited the mantra silently.

The bronze coin placed in the palm of his right hand was open, and a faint, looming silver-white light curtain gradually floated.

Charles blew lightly on it......

Immediately, a small humanoid figure invisible to ordinary people appeared above the coin out of thin air, about half a foot high, dark red.

Charles's palm shook slightly.

The little dark red figure jumped up, suspended in mid-air for a moment under Charles's gaze, and then quickly pounced on Wen Shuo, who was sleeping soundly.

This is a simple summoning spirit in Western magic.

In essence, summoning spirits is not as literal as it may be, summoning undead spirits from hell for their own use, but like raising Gu in Huaxia Xuanfa, they are raised in the body or magic weapons early. It's just that unlike Gu cultivation, the spirit conjuring technique of Western magic does not bring the risk of backlash to the mage himself.

At the same time, the spirit raised by Western mage masters, whether it is offensive or destructive, is far inferior to Gu poison, and it is not as good as some small countries in East Asia, after learning a little understanding from the Chinese Xuanmen in history, they have studied it on their own and gone to the extreme, and have studied it more terrifying, lethal, and anti-devouring power.

Of course, in Western spells, there are also undead and demonic spirits who are raised by their own lives, and that thing is powerful.

At this moment, what Evan Charles released was a kind of primary undead that could invade the target's mind, influence and destroy the target's mental consciousness, and gradually spread and devour the target's mind. If the target's personal will is strong and strong, it will only deal some damage to the target, and the undead will naturally die. But if the target's willpower is insufficient, it is possible that the mind will be destroyed by this rudimentary undead, or go mad or die, or become a puppet.

Charles didn't think too much, affected by the evil thoughts just now, he only wanted to teach this fat man a hard lesson!

He knew that once something abnormal happened to the fat man, Yang Jingbin would quickly take action to relieve the undead from harming the fat man. But, even if Yang Jingbin knew afterwards that Charles used spells to teach the fat man, what could he do?

This time, it is an international academic seminar!

That damn fat man, if he didn't die, he wouldn't have been hurt much even if Yang Jingbin made a timely move.

Therefore, Yang Jingbin can only warn two sentences at most, considering all aspects.

At the same time, in full view of everyone, does that fat man dare to beat people "for no reason" again?

The undead, which was invisible to ordinary people, flashed in front of Wen Shuo.

But when he saw the undead pounce on Wen Shuo's face, a sudden green light shot out from Wen Shuo's neckline and disappeared in a flash!

The primary undead has also disappeared.

It was so fast that Evan Charles didn't even see what was going on.

He looked stunned and confused, staring at the fat man who was sleeping sweetly - what was that fleeting green light?