Dressed as an abandoned daughter of a wealthy family, she relies on metaphysics to become a god

"Dad, I'm not telling you, you don't have to work so hard, right? You haven't slept for three days, and I think you're in a trance." Ye Xiangling complained. She poured a glass of warm water and handed it to Professor Ye.

"Thank you." Professor Ye lay on the soft bed, feeling a little calmer.

"Or did you encounter something unclean? Could it be that you hit something evil?" Ye Xiangling asked suspiciously, "How about I call Chu Yao?"

"No, no, no, no need to call her, I'm fine!" Professor Ye quickly refused.

"Okay, then you have a good rest. I will supervise you from now on, and you must not work more than eight hours a day." Ye Xiangling stood up, turned off Professor Ye's light, and said, "Good night, dad."

"Good night, Xiang Ling."

Professor Ye was lying on the bed tossing and turning. When Chu Yao came to visit him for the first time, he left him a piece of talisman and told him to stop translating immediately if he felt something was wrong.

But as a workaholic who is extremely obsessed with linguistics, how could he give up his translation work?

Moreover, this is a writing that has never appeared in the world. Although Professor Ye is not interested in fame, if he can decipher this kind of writing, he may be able to add a lot of glorious history to human civilization!

At first, he put the talisman on his desk, but gradually he discovered that the talisman would actually affect his work efficiency. If he took away the talisman, his thoughts would flow, and inspiration would come out as if it was free of money. Come, but as long as the talisman is by his side, the translation he writes becomes extremely boring, and the translation becomes dry.

Although the recent experiences have seriously affected his mental state, he is already nine-tenths of the way through the translation work, and there are only a few paragraphs left. He feels that he should be able to finish it if he holds on.

Unfortunately, Professor Ye overestimated his ability to bear it.

Late at night, Ye Xiangling was awakened by a strange noise. She rubbed her sleepy eyes and came outside Professor Ye's study.

Sure enough, the lights were on in the study room, and Ye Xiangling was very angry. He had promised to take a rest, but Professor Ye actually dared to get up to work in the middle of the night!

"Dad, you big liar, didn't you say you wanted to..." Ye Xiangling pushed open the door, but the rest of her words got stuck in her throat and turned into a scream.

"what--!!!"

Professor Ye's arms were covered in blood. It didn't look like he was translating, but more like performing surgery on his own arms.

He looked directly at Ye Xiangling, with a strange laugh coming from his mouth: "Hey, there is no ink in the pen, but it doesn't matter, I found better ink. It's just a little bit close, just a little bit close, I'll The greatest secret in the world can be cracked, hehehe..."

The professor raised the paper stained red with blood and shouted frantically: "Xiang Ling, have you seen these words? They are crawling! They have turned into red ants!"

"They went along my arm..." He used the tip of a sharp pen to cut open the arteries on his arm. "They crawled to my shoulder. It's so itchy. Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, go, go, go, go, go, go. On my face..."

Professor Ye's pen tip pierced the side of his face and said happily: "It got into my eye socket again and ate my brain. Hehe hehe... they are crawling!"

Ye Xiangling suppressed his fear, picked up the electric baton beside his bed, and before he had time to put the tip of the pen to his eyes, he hit him hard on the arm!

"Hiss!" Professor Ye covered his numb arm and the pen fell to the ground.

Ye Xiangling gave him another hard blow on the back, stunning Professor Ye directly!

After doing this, Ye Xiangling, who was still in shock, took out his mobile phone and dialed a number.

"Hey, is this Miss Chu? My dad, my dad seems to be crazy, wuwuwu..." Ye Xiangling sobbed and said, "Ambulance? Okay, okay, I'll call 120 right away. I'll call you when I get to the hospital. …”

By the time Chu Yao arrived at the hospital, it was almost five o'clock in the morning.

Professor Ye's arms were wrapped in gauze into rice dumplings, and there were traces of wounds on his left cheek. He was a little more awake, and lowered his head guiltily, not daring to look directly at Ye Xiangling and Chu Yao.

What Chu Yao was more concerned about than the trauma was that Professor Ye's entire head was wrapped in a thick, ink-like evil spirit. She calmly untied the amber bracelet and placed it on Professor Ye's bedside table.

In an instant, the bracelet absorbed the evil spirit completely, and Chu Yao heard a milky burp.

"Professor Ye, when did this happen to you?" Chu Yao sighed. Seeing Professor Ye's appearance, she could guess that Professor Ye definitely didn't take what she said to heart.

"Six...six days, oh no, it should have been nine days ago..." Professor Ye said naa-naa.

"Nine days... I thought you would tell me on the second day, or the seventh day, even if you told me yesterday, it would not be like this." Chu Yao frowned slightly and said, "The talisman I gave you, you It’s useless, right?”

Professor Ye did not dare to speak, so he nodded silently.

"You must stop the translation now, and I will complete the rest. I am also responsible for this matter, but I did not think it through." Chu Yao said.

When she came into contact with Qin Wu's memory, she didn't notice the ominous nature of the writing, but after all, it involved the Qiming Society, so she should be more careful.

"No, don't say that. I didn't listen to you... Oh, I'm sorry, Xiao Chu. You saved Xiang Ling, but I can't even do my job well." Professor Ye's tone was full of apologies. .

That day, after Chu Yao visited Ye Xiangling, Ye Xiangling called him and solved the misunderstanding between father and daughter for more than 20 years. He didn't know that he was almost losing his daughter.

Professor Ye's character was not as stubborn as his ex-wife. After learning about Ye Xiangling's situation, he immediately found a reliable psychiatrist for Ye Xiangling. After receiving treatment, Ye Xiangling returned to her lively and cheerful personality.

But as for him, for the sake of work efficiency, he ignored Chu Yao's instructions and ended up causing trouble in the middle of the night. He also caused his daughter and a young girl to come to the hospital to take care of him. He was really sorry.

"Don't say that, none of us could have imagined that this would happen." Chu Yao comforted.

"Then let me tell you about the progress of the translation. I have already translated two-thirds of the parts that can correspond to Sanskrit. There is still a lot of content left. It should be a variant of Nushu." Professor Ye said slowly .

"Nüshu?" Chu Yao raised her eyebrows slightly. She had studied Nüshu in her previous life, but it didn't match the words in Qin Wu's memory at all.