Final priesthood

There are seven books in total, and the pile is almost half a meter high on the desk. ♦♦🆂🅷🆄🆇.🅲♦🅼

"Let's read them one by one."

It is a habit to check your phone before engaging in formal study.

The cell phone screen shattered into a flower reminded Lu Yuan that it was time to go to a cell phone repair shop.

Lu Yuan clicked on a few unread messages and took a look.

Most of them were sent by Cheng Yue, the thin girl I just met in the library this morning.

She asked about his books and said that if she needed help, let her know. She knew many seniors in different majors.

Lu Yuan couldn't help but smile and sent her a few words of thanks in reply.

Scroll down further and ignore the few useless messages from Cheng Peng and the boring Aite in the class group. Lu Yuan's eyes stay on a certain contact.

——Lao Jing (Lu Jing).

Clicking on the conversation with Lu Jing, the chat history stayed at three days ago.

[Sister, make a video call. 】

Lu Jing didn't reply.

It’s still a long way to go up.

There were very few speeches belonging to Lu Jing, only a few.

Since the last video with Lu Jing, she mentioned that the archaeological team visited the temple ruins and died in an accident.

The communication between the two became intermittent.

When Lu Yuan sends her a message, it often takes a day or two or even longer for Lu Jing to reply.

Could something happen?

A trace of worry emerged in Lu Yuan's heart, he thought about it and sent a message.

[Sister, my grandpa was discharged from the hospital today. Can I make a video call tonight? He wants to see you. 】

Originally, I was planning to leave it alone after sending the message.

Unexpectedly, Lu Jing came back instantly this time.

【At night? Okay, I'll take a look and call you when I get the chance. 】

Lu Yuan perked up and hurriedly continued sending messages.

[Sister, how are you doing recently? Why do I always get no reply when I send you messages? 】

[The signal is bad... busy. (sigh)】

[Where was the temple dug? Last time you mentioned the dead, you didn’t say anything about the follow-up! (angry)】

【Xiaoyuan...】

At the top of the chat box, the note name of the elder sister (Lu Jing) jumps to "The other party is typing..."

But Lu Yuan waited for a long time, but there was no movement from Lu Jing's side.

It wasn't until Lu Yuan couldn't wait to type "?" a few more times that Lu Jing's reply popped up.

[Xiaoyuan, sister is very tired during this time. Can I talk to you later? 】

Lu Yuan stared at this sentence for a long time, and the image of Lu Jing typing many words on the other end of the phone appeared in his mind, but in the end he deleted them all one by one.

【good. 】

Lu Jing responded with a cute (obediently) expression, and the brief exchange between the two officially came to an end.

Lu Yuan sat silently at the table, his brows slightly furrowed.

He intuitively felt that Lu Jing seemed to have experienced a lot during this period, but she refused to talk about it.

"Is it because you're worried about us?"

At this point, the personalities of their families are very similar.

Whether it was Lu Yuan, his grandfather Lu Yueping, his father Lu Xinghua, or now Lu Jing, when something happened, he would grit his teeth and carry it, covering it up tightly, not wanting his family to know at all.

Sometimes Lu Yuan can’t help but think about it.

Is this the reason why he traveled through time and came to Lu's house?

Because he has always had this character in his previous life.

"Xixu and Jiaoyan are separated by more than 3,000 kilometers, and I am in the vast sea of ​​sand.

Even if I knew what happened, I couldn't do anything to help her.

At this stage, it is better to deal with the matters at hand first..."

Lu Yuan shook his head, put down his mobile phone, took out the top book from the pile of information books at hand, and placed it in front of him.

"Exploring the Middle Ages: Ventuas, Lord of the Crypt"

This is one of a series of books that combines a large number of epic legends with some of the author's own speculation and imagination, making it closer to a novel.

So Lu Yuan didn't turn on [Absolute Concentration] and just read like a novel.

Time passed little by little with the ticking sound of the small alarm clock.

I don't know how long it took, but Lu Yuan finished turning the last page of the book in his hand.

At this time, the notebook in his hand was filled with dense writing.

This is a habit Lu Yuan developed after becoming a top student. No matter what book he reads, he will subconsciously take notes.

[The name Fantuas comes from the transliteration of the ancient Dorl word "Lord of the Crypt\