On the other side, Luo Wei, who returned to his cell, fell into deep thought with the diary in his hand.

Regardless of himself, the financial situation that his sister is facing now may be more difficult than he imagined.

In addition to paying the public service tax every month, the family also spends money on water and gas bills. Although the consumption is not large because the two of them are thrifty, it is undoubtedly worse for them who already have no money.

In addition, it is now nearly halfway through the end of October. At the end of December each year, the school collects tuition fees for the following academic year. Tuition at up to 5 pounds is simply not what they can afford now.

"If you can't get away with it, you should face compensation...... Although Mr. Lawrence has no immediate family members, the government still collects the money on his behalf and uses it for charity......"

Luo Wei has one head and two big: "So, if you can't get rid of the crime, you have to peel off the skin if you don't die!" The best case scenario is to sell the house to pay off the debt! ”

There are no high housing prices in this world, and their old house can be deducted a little more than 300 pounds.

"No, I can't. I don't accept it. ”

In the dim light, Lowe opened his diary again and read it page by page from the beginning, hoping to find even the slightest clue in it.

The content of the last few days has been almost completely unyielding.

All key information was erased, and there were no relevant memories in my mind.

Lowe could only learn that the book whose name had been erased came from his parents' study, and was one of the few pastime books they had. And when I opened this book, I was just looking for some imagery or inspiration that I might need to paint.

Lowe flipped forward page by page.

Draw.

Draw.

Wash Belinda's clothes.

Draw.

……

Although the diary is not nutritious, he has a good habit in this life, at least from the perspective of time, it has never been broken.

I don't know how long it took, when Luo Wei's eyes were a little sore, a large text suddenly appeared on the page, attracting his attention.

This page of the diary is accompanied by a photograph.

"On March 21, for fear of forgetting, I got up early this morning to keep a diary. Last night, I dreamed that my parents gave me my 14th birthday, because 14 was an unlucky number, and the two of them came back to celebrate my birthday.

"Looking back now, it was the only time they had a birthday with me since I graduated from primary school.

"My father's gift that day was a photograph of an important relic that they had discovered when they went to archaeology. When I was a child, I didn't understand it, but now it seems that this relic in the photo looks like some kind of systematic occult symbol.

"Mother thought the symbols were long and regular, much like a bunch of keys. My father insisted that this was the language of a great people in antiquity. To be honest, I agree with my father a little more.

"The photo looks like this:"

An old black-and-white photograph is sandwiched between paragraphs.

Lowe only glanced at it, and his eyes widened.

In the photo, a smiling couple is leaning in front of a stone monument about two meters long and more than one meter high, and drawing a "yes" gesture to the camera.

And the stone tablet is engraved with eight square characters with sharp edges and corners:

【The Gate of Mystery and Mystery】

“woc？！”

Lowe couldn't believe his eyes. In his short career of traveling, for the first time, something familiar to him finally appeared—albeit in a very strange way.

The diary continues:

"I still think that their gift is quite perfunctory. Although I understood that they wanted to share the joy of discovering a major archaeological discovery with their son, how could I understand that I was only a 14-year-old kid at the time? ”

Then you really don't understand, silly boy......

Luo Wei couldn't help grinning, but the corners of his eyes suddenly became a little hot. This kind of strong intimacy of "meeting old acquaintances in a foreign land" is really indescribable.

Stroking the photo, he subconsciously read it softly in Chinese:

"Mysterious and mysterious, the door of all wonders."

As soon as the sound fell, there was a sudden "buzzing" vibration in the air.

Lowe felt like he had lost gravity, everything around him, the walls, the tiles, the bed boards beneath him, the lights overhead...... They all quickly moved away from themselves.

Instead, a blue-purple mist emerged from all around him. Countless overlapping, rapid, and distant moans rang in my ears. Luo Wei listened carefully, and only felt like a fairy sound:

"Dao Ke Dao, very Dao ......"

"Heaven and earth are unkind, and all things are used as dogs......"

"Frustrate its sharpness, solve its ......"

"The song is complete, and the vain is ......straightforward"

"The sound of the big voice, the elephant is invisible......"

"Heavenly Law Dao, Dao Law ...... Nature"

The sounds were like something tangible, seeping from his pores into his limbs, and the warmth of nourishment made him almost moan!

When everything finally stopped, and Lowe opened his eyes again, he was already standing in a space out of nowhere.

There are only two tones of black and white between heaven and earth, like two different colors of liquid mixed together, constantly entwining, blending and separating.

"It's ......"

Luo Wei looked at the scene in front of him in surprise, and the brief moment of detachment just now gave him a sense of comfort like being in the mountains and rivers of heaven and earth and returning to nature.

As soon as this thought popped into his mind, the scene in front of him changed rapidly—

Countless black and white colors have been transposed, and they have really given birth to the space of heaven and earth like ink paintings. Everything seems to be three-dimensional, and it seems to be a flat ink-colored landscape, with a feeling of being in a fugue painting.

"Idea building?"

Lowe was keenly aware of this, and he tried to imagine the room in his past life.

The scene immediately changed.

Beds, desks, bookshelves by the desks, as well as blinds and pale blue walls...... Lowe was amazed at how quickly the illusion was constructed. Looking at everything familiar in front of him, he couldn't help but raise his hand and touch the bed with a slight tremble.

The soft touch of the hand made him almost cry, and the touch of this quilt seemed to have some warmth that had just been sunburned.

Syllable!

Lowe slapped his hand on the door of his head.

"It's all an illusion! Can't be addicted, can't be addicted......" he muttered distraught, "to try again!" What else can be simulated? ”

The scene in front of me began to change at high speed.

After a long time, the scene finally stopped in an elegantly shaped room.

The room was furnished with a large round table of sandalwood and a circle of dark brown high-backed wooden chairs, upholstered in soft, elastic leather cushions with antique patterns.

Lowe was alone, sitting at the head of the round table.

On the table in front of him, a book was placed.

A diary, to be exact.

A diary that is exactly the same as in reality, Lowe.

"It is known that it is not possible to conjure any living objects here, but it is possible to conjure any object that has its own memories."

Lowe took a deep breath and opened the journal.

The text inside is extremely clear, as if the real thing in front of you is the real thing.

"The fineness can be accurate to the text, and even details such as ink stains on a certain page of the diary, I am afraid that most of them are a one-to-one true restoration."

Ron marveled at the outrageously powerful transfiguration ability of this illusion as he carefully controlled his mind.

"Then the next step is to verify whether the dimension of time is applicable here......"

Lowe flipped the diary to the October 22 page.

It is a complete record of the title of the book in which he obtained a certain technique, as well as the specific content of the spell, but now it has been forcibly erased by some kind of liquid.

"I want to see what this journal looked like 'before.'"

He muttered silently, and began to concentrate on the page, trying to remember.

A miraculous sight appeared before him: the red smears faded neatly, and the wrinkles on the pages faded from the obvious to the obvious.

Until all the smears were no longer visible, the words that had been obscured were presented to Lowe again-

"Okay, stop! Yes, there is! ”

He clenched his fist hard, and the experiment was successful!

The complete diary was presented on October 22:

[On October 22nd, I spent a full day discussing it with Mr. Lawrence, and he insisted that spells of unknown origin should not be attempted.] I stayed at Lawrence's house for that copy of the Book of the White Witch, and he said he was going to study it again. I copied down the mantra by the way:

Pray for divine powers,

Worship the heavens and the earth,

Soul refining transformation! 】

"What is the Book of the White Witch...... Hey?! ”

The facts in front of him made Luo Wei's eyes widen again.

He clearly saw that these three lines of mantras written like chicken scratches were Chinese characters like fakes!

"What's the situation?"

Lowe rubbed his eyes in disbelief. This three-line spliced text format was familiar to him, and it was typical of divine incantations.

What does this mean...... Chinese is mantra, Chinese characters equal magic? ”

It is mentioned in many occult books that the spells used by wizards can be divided into ordinary spells and sacred spells. The basic principle of the divine spell is to use the power of the gods you believe in to cast powerful spells.

So divine spells have their own fixed format:

In the first line, the name of the great god is honorific.

In the second line, state the price to be paid for invoking the power of the gods.

In the third line, sing about what you are praying for.

…… Of course, this is something that most people who have studied the occult a little bit know. It's just that the memory of this life did not tell me that the so-called spell was actually written in Chinese characters.

It's a bit of a hard feeling.

He made up something strange in his brain—

In a pinnacle duel between two great magicians, one of them released the top-level destruction forbidden technique, and as soon as he took off his upper clothes, he revealed the four Chinese characters of the dragon flying and the phoenix dancing behind him: Dawei Tianlong!

“……”

Things are gradually taking a strange turn.

"However, I can probably guess why Mr. Lawrence died......"

Noticing the specific content of the spell, Lowe swallowed.

Although it is a relatively obscure ancient Chinese style, the meaning can probably be guessed, that is, to pray for great power with the power of God.

And the second sentence, "worship the heavens and the earth and all the people", if the guess is correct, means "to use all the life in the heavens and the earth as a sacrifice".

I'm afraid Lawrence didn't know what these Chinese spells meant. It is undoubtedly difficult for an English-speaking civilization to decipher the Chinese evolved from hieroglyphs, especially ancient Chinese.

Even the Chinese himself, who has gone through thousands of years in later generations, has not yet fully understood the full meaning of ancient Chinese......

And, critically.

I'm afraid that the third sentence of "refining the soul and transforming it!" Most of the spells are the reason for crossing by yourself.

"Off the ...... of the big spectrum"

"Why is 'Soul Refining and Transformation' trying to pull someone from another world?" Lowe scratched his head in annoyance as he thought of this.

From this spell and simple guesses, you can't figure out the principle of your own crossing.

But the handwritten Chinese mantra in the diary, which was like a chicken scratching, also gave him some inspiration.

"The spell is written in Chinese......"

"I understand Chinese...... again"

"What if...... What happens if I create my own spell in this format? ”