Chapter 2

Louis snatched the book and began to read it carefully.

Mary looked at him with a wronged expression, snorted, and then looked at Emma beside her.

Emma frowned slightly, waved her hand to call Mary over, and began a friendly conversation and comfort, her peripheral vision always watching Louis, yet she didn't find anything unusual.

She didn't notice that the girl on the other side, whose expression had returned to coldness, was also secretly observing her.

Louis looked at the book in his hand.

That's right.

It was Chinese characters, simplified Chinese characters, and the texture was real too.

So, is this my transmigrator's golden finger?

Louis couldn't wait to open it.

But he saw the dense ancient characters at the beginning twist in an instant, transforming into simplified Chinese characters...

Five thousand years of civilization inheritance, long and enduring.

Since ancient times, countless cultivation methods have been constantly declining, changing, and even disappearing, but the wild goose leaves a cry, and a person leaves a trace.

They have not completely disappeared, but have flowed into the folk for various reasons, turning into various strange customs, folk methods, secret arts of various side-door industries, and even professions with a slightly mysterious color... Yin-Yang masters, old mutes, god-witches, corpse-salvagers, carpenters...

Because most only have the techniques but not the methods, only having one or two evil spells to protect themselves, even if a small portion are true cultivators with methods, they are not the orthodox Great Dao.

Therefore, they are collectively called: Side-door Left Path!

The author of this Left Path Civil Code intended it to be their own inheritance and proof of their path.

Thus, they compiled most of the folk techniques that have occurred on that land from ancient times to the present, and after improvements and annotations, even added a portion of ancient Left Path techniques as the core.

Its characteristics are: miscellaneous, evil, easy to learn but hard to master.

As for who the author is... on the corner of the first page, four characters were written—Left Path God-Lord.

Opening the second page, it was actually a table of contents, and the contents seemed to be divided into two major parts.

One was the General Treatise on Side Paths, and the four chapters under its jurisdiction.

Folk Methods.

Folk Strange Arts.

Thousand Thieves, Beggars, and Prostitutes.

Miao-Dai Demoncraft.

The other was the General Treatise on Left Path, and no chapters were written after that.

Opening the third page, it was the Folk Methods chapter of the General Treatise on Side Paths, and several folk methods were written on it.

The so-called folk methods are actually mostly various strange customs: rolling eggs to drive away illness, willow branches to beat ghosts, killing blades for protection, Yang energy to break evil (boy's urine, saliva, middle finger blood), cursing loudly (spirit and energy are agitated, able to drive away weak ghosts), filth to drive away evil...

Most materials are easy to obtain, the methods are simple, and they are patterns summarized by the people over long periods of life, or influenced by small bits of knowledge from Taoism, Buddhism, etc. Of course, with such simplified methods, as for the effect...

"Killing blade for protection, cursing loudly, willow branches to beat ghosts, blood-metal hinge."

What use can this have?

I'm going to use these to deal with a witch?

Are you kidding me! She's not a female ghost!

Besides, this is overseas; are you sure these folk methods can be useful?!

Sure enough, the Folk Methods chapter is just for people to keep their homes safe and roam the countryside; when something really happens, it can't hold up!

Louis just wanted to turn to the next page, but the paper was stuck like glue and wouldn't open, and a realization came to his mind.

As an inheritance book, one must proceed step by step.

Either learn everything and automatically open the next page, or kill an evil object or a powerful cultivator; this is both a blood sacrifice to this magic treasure and proof of one's own strength, qualifying one to open a higher level of inheritance.

Louis looked at his small arms and legs, and this enclosed environment, and decisively gave up the second method.

"A weapon that has been used for more than ten years and has killed many."

"The emotion must be primarily anger; the dirtier the cursing, the better; the louder the voice, the better."

"Willow branches that grow in dark places without sunlight, used after soaking in salt water, combined with loud cursing for better effect."

"Find a piece of iron two inches long and as thick as a little finger, cut the little finger to drip blood once, insert it into the lock, silently recite the great name of Master Lu Ban, and it can be done in three days."

"It seems that only the second one can be practiced and used at any time?"

"But this fourth one, lock picking..."

At this time.

*Tap, tap, tap. *

A clear and loud stepping sound came from the hallway outside, followed by the sound of doors opening and closing and walking back and forth.

Louis knew this was the food delivery.

That's right, although they had kidnapped them, the other party always had food and drink, and had absolutely no intention of making them work, and they could even get some air in the yard from time to time.

Normal kidnapping families certainly wouldn't do this; after all, there was no trust, and they had spent money to create value, but if this witch had other requirements, then it was very reasonable.

Hearing this sound, Mary, who had been slightly lively just a moment ago, immediately turned pale, shrank back, and stopped talking, while Emma, who always had a faint smile, remained calm.

As for the girl who had been cold just now, her eyes rolled, not knowing what she was thinking.

After a while, the footsteps arrived here.

*Click. *

Nuel walked in carrying a tray, looked at the four people coldly, and put down the four portions of food.

The four portions of food were very different; Louis and the cold girl only had a portion of mashed potatoes, two or three slices of ham, and a cup of water, while Emma and Mary's were completely different.

Soft white bread with blueberry jam, a fried chicken leg sprinkled with spices, and a portion of milk—it was simply food for children of the wealthy class.

As for why there was such differential treatment...

"Eat, hurry! Don't make me wait long, or I won't mind printing a few more nice flowers on your face!"

Nuel raised his palm and said unkindly.

Mary's body trembled, and she began to eat with a timid expression, while Emma looked straight at the other party. "Brother Nuel, does the Lady like that combination?"

Nuel's expression changed slightly. "Hmm, it's okay, you're still somewhat useful."

"..."

The two of them started chatting like this.

Louis was eating on the side, while paying attention to the content of the conversation, not at all surprised by the chat between Emma and Nuel.

Because Emma and Mary, the two companions he met on the trafficking vehicle, were not ordinary people, or rather, the children kidnapped here were not ordinary!

They all had a smart side to some extent.

Mary was the youngest, only five years old, but she was a learning genius; the Portuguese just now was proof, although it was highly probable she had only learned a part of it temporarily, that was still quite remarkable.

As for Emma, she was a year older than him, seven years old... but this girl was a bit evil, very good at disguising and observing; this was a conclusion he reached after re-sorting out their time together after his memories awakened.

As for that cold girl, she had always harbored deep wariness and wasn't even willing to tell her name.

In fact, he felt a bit strange in his heart, always feeling that Emma was a bit familiar, but he couldn't remember where he had seen her.

A smart, slightly dark, good at disguising, pretty girl...

The more he thought about it, the more familiar she felt.

The taste of the mashed potatoes was average; it was just boiled in water, mashed, and sprinkled with a little salt, and the ham slices were also over-roasted, salty and dry, and tasted terrible.

But Louis still ate it all, put the tableware away, and moved it over.

Soon.

Nuel seemed to be chatting happily, even with a smile on his face, and left after collecting the trays, but he still glared coldly at Mary before leaving, scaring her little face pale.

(End of this chapter)