The two girls covered their mouths and giggled behind the teacher's back. Su Qing felt a warmth in her heart. She really liked Golden Butterfly and was glad that she had met her.
Golden Butterfly is just as interesting as Tu Keke; her lively and enthusiastic demeanor always brings smiles to those around her.
Mo Yi couldn't understand the text on the picture and couldn't reconcile and compare what Su Qing had written with the text in the picture. She turned to look at her two students.
"Xiaoqing, how accurate do you think your notes are?"
Su Qing answered very honestly: "Teacher, one hundred percent. The content above is like a language I've been learning since I was a child. I understand it at a glance. I don't know why."
Mo Yi nodded slightly and said, "This should not belong to any dynasty of our Longxia. I believe it is a script that does not belong to the ancient people of Longxia."
Su Qing and Huang Jindie frowned simultaneously; they understood what their teacher meant.
This inexplicable writing, which is neither clearly written nor symbolic, is completely unlike any script from any dynasty in the Longxia period, based on Mo Yi's many years of research on ancient scripts.
Golden Butterfly asked in a daze, "Then, teacher, what kind of script do you think this is?"
Mo Yi pondered for a moment and said, "I have studied ancient scripts for decades and learned a lot about the secrets of dynasties, even some stories before the first dynasty of Longxia."
"You might not believe it, but when I was forty, I acquired a parchment scroll at an auction house that had been stolen from an unknown ancient tomb by tomb raiders. It was written in the script of the first dynasty of Longxia."
"After I translated it, I read the text. It said that there are other different races in the world besides us humans, who have been to our world before."
Mo Yi closed his notebook and looked intently at Su Qing and the Golden Butterfly.
"Therefore, I believe this is a record written in a different language, and it is normal that we humans cannot understand it."
Although Huang Jindie reads a lot of novels, the teacher's sudden seriousness still caught the girl off guard.
She looked at Su Qing and found that Su Qing showed an expression of agreement, as if she agreed with Mo Yi's words.
Golden Butterfly frowned. Could it really be the return of the Dragon Queen?
Mo Yi was more curious about why Su Qing was able to understand it. She recalled Su Qing's strange behavior yesterday. Su Qing was absent-minded yesterday, and Mo Yi and Huang Jindie just assumed that she was too tired from not resting well the night before.
But now that Mo Yi thinks about it carefully, he realizes that something is not quite right. Although Su Qing's eyes were empty and dull last night, she completed everything in an orderly manner.
It was as if someone was manipulating Su Qing's body.
Mo Yi asked Su Qing, "Xiao Qing, how are you feeling today?"
Su Qing was still feeling a bit unwell because of last night's nightmare. After she answered that she didn't feel very good, Mo Yi nodded.
"Keep this note for now, we won't make any judgments. Xiaoqing, you need to pay close attention to your recent condition. If anything seems wrong or uncomfortable, tell your family and teachers immediately."
Su Qing's notes cannot be completely trusted. Although Mo Yi found them to be fluent and reasonable after reading them, they were ultimately without evidence, and who could know the accuracy of these notes?
Hearing her teacher say this, Su Qing fell into deep thought. She was also very curious about what was wrong with her today, how she could suddenly understand the text that she couldn't understand yesterday.
It could also be the script of another race!
Su Qing wanted to think deeply, but whenever she tried, her head would throb with a sharp, needle-like pain, as if deliberately trying to stop her from thinking.
Seeing the girl sweating profusely, Mo Yi and Huang Jindie quickly showed concern for her. Su Qing stopped thinking and, after a while, felt that the pain wasn't too bad, forced a smile and said, "It's okay, I'm fine, don't worry."
Today, Mo Yi sent the two students back first. She became increasingly certain that this was the script of a foreign race, otherwise she would have been able to translate it herself.
Keeping students around isn't very useful; it's better to let them go home.
Mo Yi stuffed her laptop and the notebook with Su Qing's notes into her briefcase. She took off her reading glasses and put them in the glasses case, then put the glasses case into her briefcase.
After leaving the office building, she headed towards her dormitory, which was not far away and she arrived quickly.
After washing up and changing into her pajamas, Mo Yi went to her desk and opened Su Qing's notebook.
The above is a note from a foreign race.
The Demon Emperor is dead. The lowly humans have cut off our path back. She is very powerful. I must hide and not let her find me, or I will be dead.
All the demon army I brought is dead, only I am left. I don't know where to escape to avoid the humans' pursuit. The demon race has been wiped out, and the humans now have no tolerance for other races.
[I wonder if my daughter's horn has healed properly. That child is just as mischievous as a boy; she fell off a high cliff and broke her horn. I wonder if you, Ah Lin, are by her side taking care of her. But you are the Demon Emperor's brother, so it's unlikely you could be there to look after her.]
Be patient with her, don't blame her; she's just being playful. It's a pity I, as her mother, can't be by her side; I am both her mother and the Demon Emperor's subordinate.
I'm going to run north of this country, to a place called the Western Regions, which is said to be sparsely populated. I'll wait there until the day I can leave this human world that disgusts me.
Mo Yi had already been surprised during the day. She firmly believed that there were alien races, but Su Qing's translation was unsubstantiated and could not be handed over to the country.
She looked at the signature at the end of the notebook, indicating its owner.
【Your beloved wife, Mo Jun】
Mo Yi noticed the "Western Regions" once, and perhaps somewhere in the Western Regions there are still notes left by this foreign woman.
But Mo Yi first needed to verify the accuracy of the notes. It wasn't that she didn't trust Su Qing, but she had to convince the nation; empty words alone would never be enough to convince the public.
Su Qing returned home just before dinner today, making the house even more lively. With Qin Jinwen and the other two, the large round dining table was filled with beautiful women.
While eating, Su Qing sensed something unusual. A strange fluctuation seemed to be trying to attract her attention, so she stopped eating and looked at the source of the fluctuation.
On the table in the living room on the first floor, there was a silver-white ghost artifact box.
Su Qing looked at Chi Miaomiao with a puzzled expression and asked, "Miaomiao, what's in that box?"
Chi Miaomiao shook her head. There was an activity at the kindergarten today. She and Tu Yier had just returned home when Su Qing arrived, so she didn't know.
Bai Ningbing replied, "Those were Yan Luo's colleague's things. He didn't want them anymore and left them with us."
Su Qing nodded blankly. If it was something belonging to Yan Luo's colleague, then why was it so attractive to her?
"Do any of you have any strange feelings?" Su Qing asked, looking at everyone.
Seeing everyone shaking their heads, Su Qing became even more bewildered. Perhaps noticing Su Qing's gaze, the fluctuations emanating from the box became even stronger and more frequent.
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