"God damn it!"
Drinker was furious. "Alcohol is corrosive..."
The roar suddenly got stuck in his throat.
This old scholar, who has always been known for his rigor, now stared intently at Mu Xuewei's slender fingers pressing on the glass.
The champagne slowly spread across the display case glass, illuminating the incorrect turning point of the inscription on the rubbing with exceptional clarity.
"A shamanic ritual from the 12th century BC..."
Mu Xuewei lowered her voice, dipped her fingertips in the wine, and drew a strange symbol on the glass. "It should be read from right to left."
This was the "knowledge point" that the mysterious teacher urgently trained her on before she left.
Drinker's whole body trembled, and his gray eyebrows trembled violently.
This detail has never been recorded even in professional archaeological journals!
He grabbed Mu Xuewei's wrist with such force that she frowned slightly. "Tell me! Who did you learn this from?"
Now is the time!
Mu Xuewei turned the Jiuchen bracelet on her wrist imperceptibly.
"Buzz—"
The dark pattern on the silver bracelet flashed with a strange red light.
Drinker's eyes suddenly became unfocused, and his fingers, which were about to loosen, increased their strength instead.
"Count?" Mu Xuewei pretended to struggle in panic, but he held her tighter.
Shockingly, this scholar, who was notoriously averse to physical contact, was now rubbing the skin on the inside of her wrist with his thumb.
A terrifying frenzy blazed from his cloudy eyes. "These lines... perfectly match the cracks on the shamanic altar I discovered in Country M!"
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