They had already heard the sounds outside the door, and they all looked at Ling Yu with strange eyes.

Especially Yao Jingya, seeing Ling Yu's confident look, for some reason, she felt strangely convinced.

Ling Yu took out a plastic cup and said with a smile: "Everyone must put a drop of blood in it."

"ah!"

The people present exclaimed, with ridiculous expressions on their faces.

"Humph, it sounds mysterious."

Professor Lin, in particular, sneered again and again.

"Ling Yu, don't use this!"

Wang Xiangyu felt a little numb at the thought of bleeding.

"Of course. Hey, if it wasn't inconvenient, I'd like everyone in the school to do the bleeding once! The more people there are, the easier it will be to perform this witchcraft!"

Ling Yu didn't care about everyone's expressions at all and sighed.

As he spoke, he picked out a thin needle from the tool box next to him, washed it, burned it with a lighter, then pricked it lightly on his ring finger and squeezed out a drop of bright red blood.

Everyone present looked grim.

"Everyone should know that the ring finger is the least flexible of the five fingers. There is a very strange phenomenon in the witch tribe. The ring finger of both men and women will be shorter. The shamans believe that the ring finger is the key to communicating with the witch god, so when the baby is born

When the time comes, a section of the ring finger will be specially cut off and dedicated to the witch god. From then on, you can communicate with the witch god through the dedicated ring finger. Therefore, the current title of the ring finger was called the shaman's finger in ancient times. Only those who dedicated the shaman's finger

Only those who are qualified to become real shamans."

After doing all this, Ling Yu put his ring finger in his mouth and sucked it, then said with a smile.

"Ring finger? Shaman's finger?" Professor Wang murmured, and then said excitedly: "So that's the case, then all this can be explained. All the corpse fossils excavated from the shaman culture sites are uniquely missing.

A piece of ring finger bone."

Yao Jingya and others were also shocked, they all knew about this.

Professor Lin looked dumbfounded. Although he didn't want to admit it, this was indeed a feasible explanation. Since the beginning of the study of witch culture, the lack of ring finger bones in the unearthed corpses has been a huge mystery. Even now, it is still a mystery.

There is no definite conclusion, and some experts have even concluded that shamans in the Stone Age were born with a shorter ring finger.

Unexpectedly, such a huge mystery was easily solved by a young man.

"Could it be that his research on witch culture has reached an extremely profound level?"

At this moment, Professor Lin almost doubted his previous judgment.

"No, it won't happen. He must be lucky and just know the answer. Hmm, how old is he? How can he be compared to an expert like me who has studied witchcraft for a lifetime!"

Professor Lin thought fiercely in his heart, then walked up to Ling Yu, stretched out his ring finger, and snorted: "I want to see how far you can pretend to be a ghost!"

"I guarantee you will be satisfied."

Ling Yu smiled softly, then picked up the burned needle again and pricked the tip of Professor Lin's ring finger, squeezing out a drop of blood.

Although Wang Xiangyu and others were a little unhappy, Ling Yu dragged them over and drew blood one by one.

Especially when it was Yao Jingya's turn, Ling Yu held her soft, boneless little hand, his heart was full of excitement, and he accidentally touched it a little harder, which made Yao Jingya frown.

Nian Nian was reluctant to let go of Yao Jingya's little hand, Ling Yu was still recalling the tenderness and delicacy in his hand.

Yao Jingya rolled her eyes at Ling Yu and put her slender ring finger in her red mouth. Her charming look made Ling Yu almost want to say, "Let me suck it for you!"

After collecting the seven drops of blood, Ling Yu used the thin needle to stir them together.

"Professor Lin, just choose any of the translated Malayalam texts that you think is wrongly translated!"

Ling Yu looked at Professor Wang's desk and saw a clean brush. He immediately took it and smeared it in blood with the tip of the pen.

"That's it!"

Professor Lin randomly selected a Chinese language.

Although he was unhappy with Ling Yu's behavior, he still had a trace of curiosity in his heart.

Everyone present looked at the Chinese language chosen by Professor Lin.

They all know that it is a witch character. Of course, this is the witch character in the witch script, not the modern witch character. Even the pronunciation is not this way. It’s just that the researchers don’t know the real pronunciation of the witch script, so they use

Modern phonetic notation.

In fact, many witchcraft scripts are somewhat similar to oracle bone scripts, but more abstract.

This shaman character happens to be the shaman character that most represents the differences between the two shaman culture research systems.

Ling Yu smiled and used a blood-stained brush to draw this witchcraft text on a piece of white paper.

The witchcraft characters he painted were very large, occupying one-tenth of a piece of white paper, and the lines were very natural, with a faint ancient charm.

Ling Yu's calligraphy is very good. Although he cannot really write witchcraft characters with a truly ancient charm, his memory image shows the scene of shamans carving these witchcraft characters, so it also contains this kind of paradox.

flavor.

Wang Wenwu and Old Man Lin are both knowledgeable people. When they saw this witch character, their eyes couldn't help but light up.

Professor Wang admired Ling Yu more and more, but Old Man Lin felt as if he had eaten rat shit. The more Ling Yu showed his deep understanding of witch culture, the more unhappy he became.

"Okay, everyone, especially Professor Lin, you have to pay attention, I am going to perform witchcraft now."

Ling Yu smiled mysteriously at Professor Lin and others, then picked up the corner of the white paper with the witch characters on it and hung it in front of his eyes.

Everyone present was silent, their eyes fixed on the paper in Ling Yu's hand, watching for any mysterious phenomena to happen.

At this moment, the atmosphere in the office became extremely quiet, and even the sound of breathing was suppressed.

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ps: Okay, I stopped updating for two days. The tycoon is guilty. Let’s create a book club and let everyone supervise the tycoon!

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