Normal spells may be nowhere to be found, but holy spells are much simpler.

It's okay to meet the "god name + payment conditions + prayer content", as long as the format is correct, there should be no tangled things such as pronunciation and grammar.

Lowe's idea was simple, he was going to try to use magic to help him find out the truth - whether it was murder, manslaughter, or something else, he had to know what was going on.

Just do it.

"First of all, you have to choose a god."

Lowe rubbed his chin and muttered, "I don't know what gods are in the wizarding world...... And foreign gods, won't this Taoist enchantment be inapplicable?"

Thinking about it, since when I entered this space, all I heard were Chinese famous sentences, so I simply used the traditional Chinese gods I knew as the object of prayer.

Luo Wei stood up and looked around, his gaze finally resting on his one-piece prison uniform.

Whoa!

He held up a plastic button in his right hand, and then sang in Mandarin with full of air and words-

"The supreme ancestor, the first of the elephant emperor, the Taishang Laojun!

At the cost of this button,

Give me the truth of what I ask for! ”

It's a pity that Luo Wei doesn't have a background in the Chinese language, so he can't come up with any lofty ancient spells.

But he was keenly aware that as he finished chanting, there was an immediate surge of energy in the air, and the blue-purple smoke rose rapidly, and his vision was gradually obscured.

As soon as the raised right hand was empty, the clasp was really taken away, and then the scene in front of me changed!

A sudden opening opened in the blue-purple mist, and a distorted halo danced inside, sucking Luo Wei in at once. The tremendous force dragged Luo Wei's body and flew quickly forward, the chaotic scenery around him made him feel as if he was in a wormhole traveling through time and space.

After a long time, when the dazzling changes of light and shadow finally stopped, Luo Wei was already standing in an elegantly decorated room.

The first thing he noticed was a middle-aged man sitting behind a spacious desk, struggling to write.

"Mr. Lawrence!" Luo Wei subconsciously shouted.

However, there was no response. He soon realizes that he is in some kind of reality simulation, watching what happened in the past.

Mr. Priest, dressed in a modest monk's robe, quickly stood up with a folded piece of paper. His face was a little solemn, and he looked back at the bookshelf behind him for a long time, and finally placed the paper on the third layer of the bookshelf.

This height is just above the eye level, and the corner of the book is pressed against the paper, making its presence almost imperceptible from a distance.

After doing this, the priest went to the center of the room and took out a brown and black wooden staff the length of his forearm.

"This is a wand?"

Lowe walked over curiously, standing beside Lawrence to take a closer look.

Then he saw Lawrence pull up the left sleeve of the gown until it was held at the shoulder. Near the elbow of his left arm, a strange tattoo mark was revealed.

The dial of the clock extends downwards to form a pendulum, which is composed of two sickle blades connected by a skull.

"What is this...... Death Eaters? ”

The overly obvious evil symbol is easily reminiscent of an evil group called "Dark Wizard" in various film and television works in the previous life.

Lawrence pressed his index and middle fingers to the marker, tapped his wand, and muttered:

"The Secret Book of the Church of the Death Knell, Article 13, Forgetting the Spell."

"Erase all memories of Lowe Austen and Belinda Austen, including The Book of the White Witch."

This is a sentence that sounds authentically in English.

Watching Lawrence's wand glow teal before stopping for a long time, Lowe suddenly realized something.

"Wait, this spell is not in Chinese?"

"Mixed Chinese and British? What kind of magic system is this? ”

As soon as he finished speaking, the scene had already changed rapidly. When he came to his senses, Lowe was in a dimly lit tunnel.

The foul-smelling underground river next to him made him immediately realize that he was at the scene of the day's crime, in a sewer in Vito City.

"Don't be nervous, you just have to close your eyes and wait after the spell starts."

"I know, Uncle Lawrence."

"There are two things I have to make clear to you." Lawrence took his wand from his bosom, "First, with my knowledge, I can't comprehend this spell at all—both the cost it takes, and the final effect. I've studied it carefully, and at best I can guarantee that this spell is not a random nonsense made up by the author. ”

The memory of Lowe asked, "So?" ”

"So with this spell, it's not surprising that anything will happen, you and I may die, or the spell will summon some unspeakable horror, which may even bring a crisis to the entire city of Vito."

"But I don't have a choice, Uncle Lawrence. Belinda and I can't survive on your help all the time, and my poor luck is ...... As you know, I haven't received any orders in two weeks. ”

"Alas......"

Lawrence sighed, grabbed Lowe's shoulder and rubbed it vigorously, and said, "As far as I know, there is no god representing destiny in the human genealogy. It's hard to say which great being this spell is praying to, but I can only do my best. ”

"That's the second thing I'm going to tell you. If something happens along the way, such as when I die, you must remember that I left you a letter of exemption in my study. ”

"Uncle Lawrence......"

"This is the caution that every wizard should be careful before making an attempt at the unknown. The exemption book is on the third floor of my shelf, and I press it with a copy of the Bill of Rights. ”

Seeing Lowe nod, Lawrence finally began to cast spells.

The rest of the story became clear, and Lawrence cast the spell according to the modified spell, and the two of them fell to the ground together.

Even after observing the whole process from the side, Luo Wei still couldn't determine whether the principle of this spell was to directly kill himself at that time, and then pull him from another world to "possess" him, or something else.

But fortunately, he has found the key to his exoneration.

"Waiver! In Uncle Lawrence's study! ”

The blue-purple smoke faded, the memories ended, and Lowe returned to the transfiguration room.

"Taishang Laojun, awesome!"

Lowe gave a thumbs up to the void, but a sharp feeling of weakness followed.

It was as if a nerve in his brain was twitching due to excessive tension, and his body seemed to be filled with lead, and he couldn't stop trying to go limp.

Luo Wei realized his weak state, and quickly tried to pronounce in Chinese: "Exit." ”

The illusion in front of me faded, and the attempt was successful.

When the smoke cleared, Lowe was still in a small, dimly lit cell, sitting on the bed.

He looked down at his chest—the missing clasp proved that what he had just experienced was real.

"Whew-"

Luo Wei let out a long breath, slumped on the bed, and fell asleep as if unconscious.

There is no concept of time in the dark cell. Lowe didn't know how long he had slept this night.

It was as if he had lived his past life all over again, dreaming one after another, like a high-speed marquee—until he dreamed again that he was flushed down the toilet and woke up.

"Blanch, can you stop having this dream!"

He sat up abruptly, then immediately remembered the matter of the waiver, stood up and walked to the iron door, knocking hard.

The prison guards, who heard the noise, soon came.

"I beg you to inform Mr. Evan, he is the police officer in charge of my case. I got some memories back, and there were key clues to the case in them! ”

The prison guard looked at him deeply, and said after a while: "You can go directly to the isolation room with me." ”

The two left the cell one after the other.

After some time, there was a sudden "poof" sound in the air in the cell.

A button fell from mid-air and tumbled onto the wooden bed.

……