In the morning.
Huang Kaiwen went to find Ancelotti.
The door was not closed.
The other party was holding a Latin manuscript.
Struggling to read it with a dictionary.
Ancelotti, wearing a pair of floral glasses, looked up.
Upon seeing Huang Kaiwen he immediately said, "Kevin, you've come at just the right time."
"Hmm?"
Seeing Ancelotti's expression.
Huang Kaiwen got a bad feeling and took a step back.
"I found an exorcism ritual in the ancient texts, and I was just about to look for you."
Just as expected!
The premonition came true.
Huang Kaiwen, however, stopped in his tracks.
Ah, it's all the karma of his own doing.
Ancelotti excitedly opened his suitcase.
Of all the things he brought to Istanbul, his luggage was the heaviest.
Seeing those things, both familiar and unfamiliar, Huang Kaiwen felt overwhelmed.
"Hold on a moment, Kevin."
Ancelotti drew the curtains, took out some powder of an unknown substance, and began to draw a Hexagram Magic Circle on the ground.