The fat man is not good at speaking English, but since he entered Peking University, in order to avoid the college entrance examination situation, he has put in hard work in professional courses and English during his busy entrepreneurial process, so he still has writing skills!

Seeing the passage in the notebook, Evan Charles' heart trembled and frowned. It turned out that the Fatty and Yang Jingbin, the teacher and student, had already considered the revenge he might take, and the reason why this disgusting fat man chose to come to this car was to monitor him in person to prevent him from using spells.

Fortunately, I suppressed the urge to retaliate quickly, otherwise the result would be failure, and a crushing defeat!

Is it really possible to be familiar with the route when visiting the Loulan site?

Evan Charles closed his eyes and thoughtfully, and told him rationally that there was a stubborn and extremely principled Chinese wizard like Yang Jingbin, and a young man like Wen Shuo who could be forgiven and understood if he made a mistake, so he dared to make mistakes and was more capable of making mistakes, and his plan would definitely be difficult to implement.

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

This is something Charles can't tolerate.

Even in a foreign country, the hearts of the British nobles will always flow with the pride of the "Empire that the sun never sets". Under the strong ships and cannons, everyone in the world will surrender!

A long time later, on the bumpy bus, Evan Charles was still a little unreasonable inciting public anger. He snatched the notebook and pen from the fat man who had already closed his eyes and started to sleep, and wrote a passage on it: "No matter where he is, every proud and self-esteem mage should enjoy his power to cast his spells!"

Wen Shuo glanced at this sentence and tried hard to confirm that he had not understood it. He took the pen and book even more arrogantly than Charles, and wrote: "Don't use your own power to invade the dignity of others or other countries!"

"Don't you use spells at the Loulan ruins?" Charles wrote this sentence hard.

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

"This is a humiliation 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 or favoritism to Evan Charles, has hesitated at this moment - before, he has never considered the relationship between his personal behavior and the honor and disgrace of the country, nor has he ever felt that he could have such noble consciousness, nor has he had the opportunity to win glory for his country and protect the interests of his motherland.

But now, he was hesitant by Evan Charles' words - the country, the world, the mysterious man...

What should we, I do?

Wen Shuo sighed, his expression softened a lot, and wrote in his notebook: "Mr. Charles, if you can ensure that your behavior will not cause damage to the Loulan ruins that have survived for two thousand years, we will not stop your behavior. But if you are not sure, or you are selfish in your own way and do not hesitate to cause damage to the Loulan ruins, then we will inevitably stop your behavior."

Charles had a dark face, thought for a while, and wrote, "I'll try my best."

Wen Shuo shook his head and wrote: "You must be absolutely sure, otherwise, if you have any unexpected situation, you will be responsible for the consequences!"

Charles sneered, his eyes closed and his eyes were slept.

Wen Shuo was too lazy to communicate with this arrogant and arrogant guy anymore, so he got up and walked to the back row to sit down - Damn, if I hadn't been a broad-minded person, I would have beaten you up to a paralyzed person now, and let you do it...

At half past eight, the convoy booked a rest and supply point on the way, which was actually a town smaller than the village within 6. After having supper, checked the vehicle's condition, refueled, and then set off again.

Along the way, Wen Shuo sat or lying alone in the last row, completely unaffected by the bumps of the vehicle. He slept particularly sweetly and sometimes snored a few times.

Those experts and scholars from abroad, with an average age of nearly fifty, after experiencing initial excitement, talking directly to each other, or using the translators arranged by the organizer to discuss academic issues, finally felt tired and sleepy, and began to sit in the chairs and take a nap and rest.

It was past one o'clock in the morning.

When the convoy left the road, the driver kept winding in the desert next to the road with his experience and memory, as well as the assistance of the satellite navigation system. The more bumpy the vehicle was, it only slightly disturbed the passengers who were resting in the car. Not long after, they were exhausted, they fell asleep again. The bumps and turns of the vehicle, which were light and heavy, played a role as a cradle, and the pulling of the seat belt seemed to be a massage.

Evan Charles, who was sitting on the verge of sleep, looked at the endless darkness outside the car window with bright eyes.

There is no deep dark curtain, the stars are shining in the night sky, and the Milky Way runs across.

Wherever you see are all the undulating sand dunes and cold rocks... Under the stars and moonlight, there are silver-white lights, but there is no intoxicating beauty, but it exudes a smug, cold and desolate meaning.

The night, the moon, the stars!

Cold, lonely, silent.

The convoy was heading towards the legendary ghost realm. Next to this vast desert, countless souls were wandering, and various demons and monsters were guarding their small territories.

The rash invaders will be killed and buried in the rolling yellow sand.

In such an environment, when you are driving, you can easily lose your visual intuitive judgment. It feels like a ship that has lost its power, rippling in the boundless ocean, not knowing whether it is moving forward, retreating, or not moving in place.

An ancient myth and legend in Britain suddenly appeared in Evan Charles's heart. The devil lived in a castle in the desert and grabbed the lost traveler into the castle and killed it. One mage after another went to the desert to look for the devil, but he could never find it... Thinking about these two births, Evan Charles' eyes scanned the environment inside the car. If these people were all dead here, who would know?

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

The hateful fat man was lying on the long back seat and slept very sweetly. In order to avoid falling from the seat, the guy tied himself up with two seat belts. At this moment, he had a smile on his face, as if he was having a wonderful dream. A shiny saliva was drawn from the corner of his mouth.

Charles raised his hand and gently took off the bag placed above, carefully trying not to make any noise. He took out a bronze coin about three centimeters in diameter from the bag, with strange patterns on it.

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

His lips opened and his mouth were opened and he silently recited the magic mantra.

A faint, faint silver-white light curtain gradually floated on the bronze coin placed in the palm of his palm.

Charles blew gently on it...

Then, a small human-shaped shadow that was invisible to ordinary people appeared above the coin out of thin air, about half a foot high, dark red.

Charles' palm shook slightly.

The little dark red figure jumped up, and under Charles' gaze, he was suspended in the air for a while, and then quickly rushed towards Wen Shuo, who was sleeping soundly.

This is a simple trick in Western methods.

In essence, the spirit of the spirit is not something that can be summoned from hell for one's own use, but is like raising the Gu in the Chinese Xuanyao, and it is raised in the body or magical instrument early. However, unlike raising the Gu, the spirit of the Western method of the spirit of the spirit of the magician will not bring the risk of backlash to the mage himself.

While it cannot bring risks, the spirits raised by Western method masters are far inferior to those of the poison in terms of attack power and destructiveness, and are even more comparable to those of some small countries in East Asia. In history, they learned a little knowledge from the Chinese Xuanmen and studied it themselves and went to extremes, and developed a more terrifying, lethal and backlash power that was stronger.

Of course, among Western magic, there are also undead and demon spirit raised with their own vitality. That thing is amazing.

At this moment, what Evan Charles released was a primary undead that could invade the target's mind, influence, destroy the target's thinking consciousness, and gradually spread and devour the target's thinking. If the target's personal will is strong and firm, then it will only cause a certain amount of damage to it, and the undead will naturally disappear. However, if the target's willpower is insufficient, it may be destroyed by this primary undead's mind, either madly or die, or become a puppet.

Charles didn't think too much. Influenced by the evil thoughts just now, he was just thinking about it and teach this fat man a lesson!

He knew that once the fat man had something abnormal, Yang Jingbin would quickly take action to relieve the damage of the undead to the fat man. But, even if Yang Jingbin knew afterwards that it was Charles who used magic to teach the fat man a lesson, what would happen?

It’s a guest from afar, and this time it’s another international academic seminar!

That damn fat man was not dead, and he would not be hurt too much even if Yang Jingbin took action in time.

Therefore, Yang Jingbin considered all aspects and could only warn him at most.

At the same time, in full view of everyone, did the fat man dare to hit someone "without any reason" again?

The undead that ordinary people cannot see flashed in front of Wen Shuo.

But as the undead pounced on Wen Shuo's face, a blue light suddenly shot out from Wen Shuo's neckline and flashed away!

The primary undead has disappeared.

It was so fast that Evan Charles didn't see clearly what was going on.
Chapter completed!