Chen Feiyan's wound was bleeding profusely. Jiang Zimo wrapped the broken glass pieces in paper towels and kept them on the coffee table. Then he called the servant and said, "Go upstairs to my room and find the medicine box. There is iodine in it."
Take them down and sterile gauze, and clean up the place."
The servant took the order and left. Jiang Zimo lowered her eyes and looked at the blood stains on her hands. She was about to go to the bathroom to wash it off. Suddenly, the notebook that had been casually placed on the coffee table passed by the corner of her eyes. There was a
After the vague thoughts floated through my mind, they became extremely clear with the force of thunder.
She grabbed the notebook, sat down without saying a word, and then cut her index finger open using the piece of glass just now.
Blood beads rolled down one by one on the thin layer of kraft paper. Ying Bailu and others looked at Jiang Zimo's sudden move in surprise. Before they could ask, Jiang Zimo couldn't help but scream.
He got excited: "I found it! Hahaha! I found a way to restore the manuscript."
It turned out that just now, she remembered a method of restoring handwriting on ancient books that her mother once told her when she was a child. When she was teaching her to draw, her mother only said that this method was invented by the Jiang clan themselves and had never been used by the outside world.
Someone learned that, but because Jiang Zimo was only six years old at the time, they did not continue to ask. Chen Feiyan pricked his finger just now, so that Jiang Zimo's hand was stained with blood.
That's why she had such an idea when she glanced at the letter that puzzled her.
Perhaps to verify her idea, soon, the original purple writing on the piece of kraft paper disappeared again. While Jiang Zimo held his breath and waited nervously, finally, the slightly transparent paper quietly surfaced
A layer of text similar to the relief process.
Ying Bailu and others all gathered around. Chen Feiyan was so curious that he didn't even bother to bandage the wound on his hand. Several people gathered around Jiang Zimo and read the content of the page, and then they all stared.
They looked at each other with wide eyes.
For a long time, no one spoke.
Jiang Zimo's shocked little universe stopped functioning. Oh no, it should be said that her little universe was blown off course by the sudden bomb, and now it is in a confused position where she can't find its direction.
Later, the servant who went up to get the medicine box spoke up, and then a group of wandering women were awakened.
Jiang Zimo was the first to react. She raised the page in her hand and shouted: "Mom, I succeeded! Yes!"
After saying that, I hugged Ying Bailu, Yang Yang and others, and I couldn't help but be so happy!
Compared with her extreme excitement, several women looked at her dancing with blank faces. Jiang Zimo was happy for a while, and finally realized that she was cold. She raised her eyebrows and looked around, asking: "Why do you all use
Looking at me with this expression? Is there a flower on my face?"
Ying Bailu shook her head and replied: "There are no flowers. I think your smile looks like a flower."
Jiang Zimo still pulled her excitedly and said: "Do you know what is written on it? I just read it to you! Tsk tsk, it turns out that the ancestors of our Jiang family were so great in the past. Raising ghosts is just that.
The legendary ghost-controlling family, uh-huh, I should take a good look at it later to see what kind of content there is later..."