Fan Ning ignored it. He turned on the flash and raised it to illuminate vertically.
"...It's only through control..."
Guchaniz language!?...Fan Ning's eyes were glazed over. But why are there just a few lonely words?
However, he immediately realized that this was because the area judged to be vertical was too small.
As the flash moved vertically, the original words disappeared, and more words were displayed:
"After initially leaving detailed impressions, chanting special prayers can control the painting of the Seven Gods' Secret Paintings..."
Similar to the "Martian writing" of the previous life, the radicals of the strokes proliferated, and the word order was partially reversed.
"If this is normal Chinese, and if you understand a little bit of the meaning of the words, there is still hope of inferring it, but if it looks like this... who else can understand it?"
Fan Ning was very puzzled as to why "Guchanizi" became like this.
I don’t know why Vincent knows this language. This can be explained by the fact that he is also a time traveler, or that he once knew something in the abnormal zone, or a combination of the two?
Of course, if he doesn't understand it, he won't understand it, which has little impact on his reading speed.
Basically, you just glance at it, then glance back, and it quickly returns to its normal form in your mind:
"After leaving a preliminary impression of the details, reciting specific prayers can sublimate seven mysterious paintings in a controlled manner, and at the same time call upon the one-time invisible power corresponding to the curse seal, which is approximately close to my average ability to understand the secret technique of the third layer of transportation.
level."
"Deep Dawn Third Level?" Fan Ning's eyes froze for a moment.
My father Vincent in this world, who was the deputy captain of the Aberration Zone Investigation Team and later the director of the Turner Art Museum, is a Seeker who has passed through the three doors?
He is actually on the same level as Luo Yin's father, or President P. Boulez, who guides the school?
"So the specific prayer is?..." Fan Ning pondered for a while, and suddenly remembered that there is another painting "Moonlight Night on the Dnieper River". It is not a mysterious work, but the content is also very special.
So he once again illuminated the text somewhere.
"An answer to the mystical divine title"
"The title of the corresponding mysterious work...means that if I have a preliminary impression of the details and recite the Chinese translation of the corresponding mysterious painting, I can call up the invisible power corresponding to the third level of understanding? But if I just use
Why does it have to be tied to ascending to the 'Gate of Seven Lights' for self-defense?"
Doubts remain doubts, this is undoubtedly an emergency measure.
Now that he knew it, Fan Ning stopped delaying, quickly put them back in the cloakroom, and then returned to work.
"I hope I won't need them in a short time."
By evening, the rehearsal work for the premiere has basically come to an end, leaving only the final steps and local adjustments for tomorrow.
More than 200 performers walked out of Turner Arts Hall one after another.
But late at night, the lights were still on in the music director's office.
"...How long will it take you to wake up each day in the past few days?"
"...Is this so?"
"...listen to some favorite records? Good idea."
"...What about other aspects?"
"...Is this so?"
"...Anyway, a regular auditorium has been demolished here and a pretty good seat has been made. As long as your ears are not broken, you can come here tomorrow sitting or lying down. You can also insist on listening to part of it."
Fan Ning was silent for several seconds before responding to every word Olga said on the other end of the phone.
"You don't have to come over to work first."
"Come directly to the concert tomorrow, that's all."
Chapter completed!