His pupils suddenly contracted, his gaze growing fixed.
The "door opening" symbol Zaratul had just drawn was largely identical to the complex symbol the Antigonus Family Notebook had previously provided through the Misfortune Doll behind the underground Chanis Gate in Tingen-a vertical eye composed of numerous mystical patterns and concealed symbols!
But there was a slight difference in the details: a crescent pattern and an angular mark had switched places!
So the door opening symbol Zaratul had provided was very likely a fake?!
Zaratul let the quill and ink bottle in his hands return to history, raised his head, and sighed.
"All the conditions have been met. You can go and open the Door of Escape now." He paused. "Don't forget to take my urn."
No sooner had he finished speaking than his entire body suddenly split into countless tiny points of light. They scattered in every direction and merged into the void, as though he had long since decayed and turned to ashes.
Where he had been sitting, he left behind a tin-white jar with antique patterns on its surface and nothing unusual about it.
But Klein's gaze suddenly froze at that moment.
On the statue Zaratul had been leaning against, he saw five Chinese characters-five characters that made his hair stand on end and nearly stopped his breathing:
"Hello, Zhou Mingrui."
He had been in this world for a year now. The name Zhou Mingrui seemed to have remained in the distant past, an old memory gradually fading away.
But how could he ever forget his true identity-Zhou Mingrui, someone who had transmigrated from another world?
But why?
Why is my name here?
And it was written in Chinese, no less.
The image of that girl immediately surfaced in Klein's mind. *Was it her? Had she carved my