Chapter 101 Things

With Yang Yun's permission, the servant immediately ran to prepare materials for restoring the handwriting.

That is, some common materials are relatively easy to see in daily life.

They are all herbs or the juice of some fruits, mixed according to a certain proportion, and then it is done.

Yang Yun looked at the bottle of turbid liquid in front of him. This should be something that can react chemically with the ink.

The servant said respectfully: "As long as these liquids are evenly applied on the dried ink, they can react with each other and show the ink originally deep in the scroll in other colors!"

"Okay, let's try it now."

Yang Yun nodded.

After listening, the servant directly used a fine-bristled brush to dip the liquid in it, and then evenly applied it to the blank positions of the scroll.

He did not brush those places where the handwriting could still be seen.

This is because I am afraid that when I react, the color will cover up the original handwriting. In this case, I will not be able to see the original words clearly, which will have a big impact on it.

After applying evenly, place it in a ventilated and cool place.

You need to wait for some time.

Something feels wrong...

Yang Yun thought like this, but couldn't think of any reason why.

After waiting for nearly half an hour, the servant picked it up and looked at it, his face was a little stiff...

"How could it be?"

"There is no reaction at all, no effect at all, the juice has no effect on it!"

"Are you sure that the prepared juice can react with the ink?"

Yang Yun asked, and what he got back was a firm nod from the servant: "I can't make a mistake. I once repaired the scroll where the dog official was washed away by rain and the ink characters were erased. This method is absolutely effective.

Even if the effect may not be too obvious, the reappeared handwriting may not be as clear as before.

But if so, you can probably see it clearly!"

The servant was a little anxious, and he didn't quite understand the reason.

Yang Yun stroked his chin and thought seriously: "Why didn't I think of that..."

"It is very possible that this person named Etong did not enter this place voluntarily. Let me ask you, who would choose this method to commit suicide..."

"That is to say, there is no way or response from above. That is because the words in the scroll are not necessarily written with ink.

Since it's not ink, then it's most likely.

It’s blood!”

By the way, it's blood. It turns out that the two of them made a wrong judgment from the beginning. After so many years, even the bright red or dark purple blood should have dried up long ago.

And this blood has long been oxidized and turned black.

After being left for a long time, even the smell had almost completely dissipated, so it was normal for Yang Yun not to notice it.

The servant said: "Sir, if it is blood, there is a way to make the writing appear, but it is a bit complicated and requires..."

Yang Yun waved his hand to tell him to stop: "Don't bother, I have a simpler and more effective way to test whether it is blood!"

Immediately, Yang Yun called Hezhong.

Why call Hezhong?

Naturally because of his qualifications.

As we all know, blood, if wiped off, will even dissipate in the long river of time.

Although invisible to the naked eye, there is an extremely effective way to see where the original blood stains are and where they are.

That is to use a purple light.

Under the illumination of purple light, blood stains will be invisible. This is common sense.

As for the principle, most people may not necessarily know it, nor do they need to know what it is. Anyway, they know that under the illumination of purple light, the traces left by previous blood stains can be seen more clearly.

Therefore, Yang Yun called He Zhong over just to test it out and see if he could read the writing in it like this.

Hezhong also had a look of confusion on his face, and then Yang Yun asked him to place his hand on the qualification testing table.

Because his aptitude is purple, every time he places his hand on the aptitude test stone, the test stone will glow purple.

Using this purple light, you can observe the scroll under it.

If the thing on the scroll is really blood, then you can use purple light to see the writing on it clearly.

As Yang Yun expected, when he brought the scroll closer to the light, sure enough, some unclear writing appeared on it.

But I can’t see clearly,

The reason should be that the surroundings were too bright. He closed all the doors and windows tightly, and then pulled down the cloth.

In this case, Yang Yun will eliminate all channels that can project sunlight in at once.

Now, you can see all the contents more clearly.

However, compared to normal, it is still very difficult to watch, and some of the writing is still blurry, but this does not affect the overall reading too much.

After all, there were so few words that could be seen before, but now there are so many more. It is more than enough to be able to roughly know what is written inside.

After watching for about a quarter of an hour, a huge amount of information poured into Yang Yun's mind.

Etong, Qingyun Sect, senior sister.

These are the three most important words.

This seems to be the last words Etong wrote to himself before he made a temporary decision, or before he decided to enter the second stone gate.

From this, Yang Yun could directly infer that Etong did not commit suicide, nor did he die of natural causes.

Instead, he was forced to commit suicide!

That is, being coerced by others and having to commit suicide.

After checking some of them, Yang Yun sorted out the contents.

In the first half, Etong is introducing himself.

The general meaning is that he told all about his origins.

He was born in a small village in the southern wilderness. His family was so poor that they didn't even own farmland and could only guarantee the most basic food and clothing.

He has never had any extravagant hopes for cultivation since he was a child. Sometimes, his most sincere wish is to eat a meal of steamed buns made of fine rice noodles.

Such days lasted until he was fifteen years old...

On an ordinary day, a white-haired old man with an immortal demeanor was full of energy and glowed with a brilliance that was completely different from ordinary people.

When the villagers saw him, they all called him an immortal, because they saw that this man could stir up the breeze almost as soon as he raised his hand, and that the boulder blocking the road in front of him would shatter into pieces as soon as he clenched his fist.

The villagers called out all the children in the village. They thought that these were immortals who came down from the sky. They wanted to select a soul boy. Whoever is chosen will be able to rise to great heights and become an immortal that everyone admires and respects!

The children were eager to try, looking forward to being favored by the white-haired immortal.

The white-haired old man never glanced at the group of children.

His eyes were focused on Etong, who was immersed in helping the villagers move goods to earn money to support his family.

He left money to the Erton family.
Chapter completed!