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Before returning home, Qiu Ming repurchased some supplies and put them in the Sumeru ring. Then he sent a WeChat message to his roommate group, asking them not to help forward the WeChat message for finding people, saying that he was waiting for his parents to come back.

The roommates even comforted him that the uncle and aunt would definitely come back. In fact, they were relieved and thought Qiu Ming had accepted the reality.

In their opinion, the biggest possibility for Qiu Ming’s parents is that they were as the police said, they might have been eaten by fish or something. Although there are no piranhas in the river, there are still many omnivorous fish.

And even if this is not the case, the corpse must have rushed to a corner downstream. Can anyone survive such a cold river?

When he returned home, Qiu Ming was eating takeaway while familiarizing himself with various introductions of cartoons and seeing which world could learn the art of divination.

I looked at the computer and the download was not completed yet. The internet speed was too slow. When I came back from the next world, it should be almost done.

The Land Rover car on the street was already filled with smoke, and the person in the back seat was constantly coughing.

"Brother Qiang, it's been a few hours now. Will that person stop coming?" the thief asked cautiously.

Who would you catch me and smoke second-hand smoke from you?! I went upstairs and opened the door and couldn’t walk? This would affect my income!

The bald man glared at the thief through the rearview mirror: "Shut up, I'll call and ask."

"Hey, Brother Hu, I, Qiangzi. Didn't you say someone asked me to help open the door? I've been waiting here for a few hours, but no one called me." When I called, the bald man immediately switched from the image of a vicious boss to a little pony.

"What, you haven't received the call yet? Then wait a moment, I'll ask." Brother Hu was also a little surprised. Didn't this matter be arranged by the boss's daughter?

"Ruolan, I am your uncle Hu. Why didn't your classmate call Qiangzi?"

Didn't call? Zhang Ruolan was a little surprised. She looked at Qiu Ming's WeChat and thought Qiu Ming had been to that house. But now there is no need, didn't Qiu Ming say he wouldn't look for it anymore?

"Uncle Hu, I'm sorry, I thought he called you. Then you can ask someone to go back, don't wait. He has figured out my classmate's affairs by himself, so he won't bother everyone."

"Okay, I get it."

The bald man received a call from Brother Hu and learned that the person was not coming. He waited for several hours in vain, and almost burst into anger!

But he didn't dare to complain to Brother Hu, so he could only keep the fire in his heart, but the more he thought about it, the more angry he became.

"Brother Qiang, how long will we have to wait?" The thief now not only felt that the "business" was delayed for a day, but he was still holding his urine.

"Hurry up, urging, urging, don't get out of here!" The bald man finally found someone who could curse and relieve the fire.

"Brother Qiang, I'm not in a hurry, no hurry." The thief smiled apologized.

"I said you don't need to understand. Get out of here! I want me to drive you home!"

The thief immediately opened the car door and got out of the car and ran away. Not only was he afraid, he also wanted to find a toilet.

After Zhang Ruolan finished her meal, she clicked on WeChat. She confiscated Qiu Ming's second transfer and instead transferred 50,000 yuan to Qiu Ming. She collected Qiu Ming's money at the beginning to make Qiu Ming feel at ease. Although the 50,000 yuan was a lot, she had not seen it yet.

Qiu Ming, I didn’t help you much. My father said that his friends are all helping and there is no need to spend money, so you can take back the money.

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After dinner, Qiu Ming changed into ancient costume. Even if he traveled to a cartoon with a modern background, it didn't matter. He could say that he was a cosplay.

After packing up, Qiu Ming opened the book on the table. The three monks in the small temple were still sitting in a circle, but Qiu Ming noticed that the three of them were not fighting against the Landlord, but chanting scriptures.

What's going on? The illustrations of this cartoon story seem to be different from before?

Qiu Ming immediately turned to the second page. Cheng Shi was still in the field this time, but he was not arable land, but weeding. Zhang Baipi did not sit on the ground and cried, but recited scriptures in a place like a Buddhist temple! The river god was still patrolling his territory at the bottom of the river, and there were naughty ghosts around him.

This illustration is different from what he remembers! Could it be that this illustration can still be changed at any time?

Looking at the illustrations of the Taoist priest in Laoshan, Qiu Ming confirmed that the illustrations are indeed changing. He clearly remembered that the illustrations were about the master stepping on a flying sword, why is the master walking now, and it seems that he is still looking for something?

Qiu Ming had a guess in his mind that this illustration may be the situation in the cartoon world at this time. Since this can be changed, can he enter the world he once entered again?

Qiu Ming looked at the page of the Taoist priest in Laoshan, and he silently entered, but unfortunately nothing happened. There was no prompt on the golden page.

It would be great if I could find the old god who wrote to him. I can learn more about how to use this book.

He really wanted to return to the world of Taoist priests in Laoshan again and learn the divination skills from his master. He didn't need to be very proficient, he just needed to know the good and bad luck.

"Old immortal, old immortal? Can you come out? I have something to come to you." Qiu Ming raised his head and asked loudly.

If you can give him such a magical book, that old man is definitely a god, and a very awesome god. If you can directly become a disciple, Qiu Ming felt that he might be able to fight against the River God soon!

Even if you can't become a disciple, it's good to know how to return to the previous cartoon world. Go back to the world of Taoist priests in Laoshan, learn the art of divination and come back.

Unfortunately, I waited for a long time and received no reply. I heard no sound or saw any prompts for the golden book page.

Qiu Ming looked disappointed: "I don't care if I give the book? After-sales service!"

The book on the table suddenly closed itself, revealing the back cover, and the line of large characters on it was clearly written: Once this book was sold, you will not be responsible!

Of course, if the old god told him at this time that he could retreat if he was not satisfied, then Qiu Ming would definitely not do it.

"Forget it, let's go to the next world to take a look. I hope this world won't disappoint me." Qiu Ming murmured to himself, turning the book to the fourth page.

A golden light flashed, and Qiu Ming disappeared. Four big words flashed away - "Ma Liang, the magical pen."

At the same time, a WeChat message sound was heard from the mobile phone on the desk, but unfortunately Qiu Ming couldn't hear it at all.

On a beach by the beach, an old white beard was lying comfortably on a chair basking in the sun while admiring the beauty in swimsuits on the beach.

Huh? I seemed to hear someone calling him, and I listened carefully, but there was nothing left. The old man stretched out his hand, calculated it, and a clear smile appeared on his face.
Chapter completed!