"...Yes, yes, I saw this child on the street who was at a loss. I felt so pitiful that I brought him here."

Kira listened silently to the conversation between the alien aunt and another young alien man wearing a white robe.

This is...the temple.

Like a place like the Temple of Heaven, the temple is a trapezoidal building in the center, simple and grand.

There are people who worship here, whether they are aliens or alien species, right in front of the square... Her Royal Highness the Red Princess, is she really here?

Being able to meet the most holy ancestor of the [Bai Clan] is an incredible thing for Qila... The people and things here are far beyond his knowledge.

——White Devil.

The alien aunt turned Kira's white scales into "White Devil", which is a rare disease - rare but not unseen. Patients with "White Devil" disease occasionally appear in the "Red City", and some have been cured.

Record.

It's not that Kira doesn't believe it...but it's hard to accept it.

White scales are an important sign that it is qualified to become a sacrifice among the [Bai people]. It cannot accept such an important feature, and it is considered a disease by people here.

"Okay, I understand. You should go back first and leave this child to me." The alien man in white robe said with a smile.

"You stay here well." Aunt Yiren pressed her forehead with her hand, and then tapped Kira's eyebrow... This seemed to be some kind of etiquette, "It's okay, Priest Janis will take good care of her."

Take care of you."

It froze at a loss.

Aunt Yiren was about to leave, and Kira instinctively opened her mouth, as if she wanted to persuade her to stay, but Aunt Yiren just gave her a reassuring look, "I'm going back to prepare tributes too."

...a tribute?

…

…

"...[God] Princess, how many are there?" Zhao Huaian suddenly asked at this time - after digesting the information revealed by Sikong Zhaiyue, he carefully remembered the reaction of the [Feather Tribe] warrior who had just left.

.

The warrior didn't seem surprised that [Xia Ji] had the same thing as the green-haired girl - or that this kind of thing has become commonplace?

In fact, he wanted to ask more, since the [Red King] and the [Tianhou] were not husband and wife, then who was in charge of these [God] princesses - he felt that he was superficial, but he planned to forgive himself.

"I don't know how many there are." Little Old Man Sikong shook his head, "The [God] Princess will appear every once in a while, but it won't be the same person, but they all have similar appearances. Of course, two or more [God] Princesses will appear.

It’s not unusual for gods and princesses to be in the same frame.”

The more Zhao Huaian listened, the more confused he became. He couldn't help but rub his eyebrows... Suddenly, he frowned and said in a deep voice: "No, old man, there is something wrong with what you said! Our people once found a [Red Queen] in the Flower House Palace.

】The statue has the inscription clearly written on it..."

"To my most beloved wife, Abrielle Ni Ramazhu Raphael." Sikong Zhaiyue interrupted directly and continued, "Is that the sentence?"

Zhao Huaian nodded.

Sikong Zhiyue sneered disdainfully and said: "This should be translated by the scholars you brought, right? They translated it wrong. The correct meaning is, [my most beloved]. It's just that the so-called historians later made it easy

They regarded the female image of [Tianhou] as the wife of the Red King. They had this understanding early on, so when translating ancient texts, they naturally took it first."

"In this way..." Zhao Huaian nodded doubtfully, and when he was about to say something, something moved in his heart... He looked at Mr. Luo calmly, knocked his head and said, "I'm sorry, I'm a stupid person.

We are all confused by these things... How about you come, Mr. Luo?"

He wanted to see what Mr. Luo and old man Sikong could come up with.

Mr. Luo smiled and said: "No, I think Mr. Zhao's question is very good. He is worthy of being a person who will become an official Jinyi in the future. He is very professional."

——I T... or something!

"[The Queen of Heaven] is also in the [Red City]?" Zhao Huaian pondered for a moment and then continued to ask.

But old man Sikong picked up another bun and said casually: "Young man, you don't understand the rules. Since you are sharing information, you have to come up with something, right?"

This is a fussy old man.

Zhao Huaian turned his eyes and said suddenly: "Old man, I have a piece of news here about Sikong Ju...that is, your precious son. Do you want to listen to it?"

Sikong Zhaiyue, who was biting the bun, was stunned... He frowned and said, "Do you have any news about Ah Ju?"

Zhao Huaian chuckled and said: "Then it depends on how much this news is worth to you."

Sikong Zhaiyue was silent, his eyes flashing constantly, as if he was weighing... Finally, "What do you want to know?"

Zhao Huaian glanced at Mr. Luo again, and then said calmly: "Why did you fake your death and leave clues to Sikong Ju... What is the purpose of your plot to lure Baigang Jinyi into the [Red King's Tomb]?"

"I didn't play the game." Sikong Zhaiyue said calmly, and added, "Whether I play the game or not, Yuhuatian will come to [Red King's Tomb]."

"What do you mean?" Zhao Huaian asked.

"There is a reason why he had to come." Sikong Zhaiyue shook his head and said, "As for what the reason is, you can check it yourself... I don't know how many there are."

"You don't know?" Zhao Huaian was greatly surprised. The old man's words did not match the preface and the follower, and there was no logic at all.

Mr. Luo suddenly said at this time: "Mr. Sikong, have you encountered something that you can't understand?"

Sikong Zhaiyue was silent for a while and then said: "Do you really have any news about Ah Ju?"

"I can tell you now that Sikong Ju is not dead." Zhao Huaian said directly: "Some extraordinary things even happened to him."

Sikong Zhaiyue's frown deepened. He sighed and said helplessly, "Okay, I'll tell you."

Whether it was Zhao Huaian, a guy who knew something about him, or the woman who had given him the opportunity to see the fifth-level secret box, the woman's owner... or even the two [god] princesses, all of them let Sikong Zhaiyue know that this table was full of information.

not simple!

"That was three years ago." Sikong Zhaiyue sighed and said slowly: "In the past three years, Baigang Jinyi...or Yuhuatian, has entered the [Red King's Tomb] one after another.

Three times..."

Zhao Huaian just frowned at this time, surprised but not horrified... just looking thoughtful.

Mr. Luo said: "Three times? Is it the early exploration work?"

Sikong Zhaiyue shook his head and said: "Every time, they have entered the [Red City]... I believe that the first time I met Yuhuatian was probably not his first time. Before that,

, and maybe more times.”

Mr. Luo said: "But I walked with Master Yu all the way. From the looks of him, he doesn't look like he has entered the interior of the [Red King's Tomb]."

"That's the problem." Sikong Zhaiyue nodded, "The first time I met them leaving the wasteland, and the second time I saw them coming back, I followed them all the way, and also discovered the problem you mentioned... It felt like

It seems that they don’t remember that they have ever entered the [Red King’s Tomb]. And one thing is quite strange, that is, as many of them come in, as many of them go out, no less than one."

"Isn't this a good thing?" Zhao Huaian thought for a moment and said, "At least it's not damaged."

"No losses?" Sikong Zhaiyue sneered: "Let me ask you, you came all the way here...how many people did you lose this time?"

Zhao Huaian did not speak, not mentioning the people they were separated from, just Zhao Huaian's own experience... In that terrible hive, many people had been eaten by the two-headed lizard mutant...

"If I told you that after Yuhuatian leaves here, there will still be so many of you, one or more, would you believe it?" Sikong Zhaiyue said calmly.

Zhao Huaian shook his head subconsciously.

Sikong Zhaiyue said: "I don't believe it either, but I saw it with my own eyes... and twice! Things in the [Red King's Mausoleum] are not as simple as you think... including this [Red City] itself is not simple either!"

"

"What about you?" Zhao Huaian sneered: "How many times have you entered the [Red King's Tomb]... three times, four times? Or more?"

"Tell me the news about Ah Ju." Sikong Zhaiyue said in a deep voice.

"See for yourself." Zhao Huaian threw out a jade slip at this time, "I don't know what happened to Sikong Ju, but you'd better be mentally prepared... Maybe Sikong Ju at this time,

He is no longer the one you know."

Sikong Zhaiyue hurriedly took the jade slip, put in a burst of spiritual power, and activated the jade slip.

I saw some images starting to appear on the jade slip... It was what happened in the hive. There was no sound, first-person vision... Zhao Huaian's vision.

"Ah Ju!?" Looking at Sikong Ju's strange appearance in the jade slips, Sikong Zhaiyue stood stunned on the spot, "How could it be like this..."

He read it over and over again, as if to verify the content inside, and to verify the authenticity of the jade slip.

Zhao Huaian said at this time: "I escaped from here after a narrow escape. I didn't expect that there was such a huge beehive hidden in the courtyard... Fortunately, Mr. Luo, you left early, otherwise it would have been a big deal."

Trouble. But now, Sikong Ju can actually control those two-headed lizard mutants, I'm afraid the trouble will be even greater! Old man Sikong, haven't you ever thought that something bad might happen if your son is lured to the [Red King's Tomb]?

"

"I really have no choice." Sikong Zhaiyue said in a daze: "I just hope that when I am gone, Ah Ju can be able to stand up... [Red King's Tomb] I have come in many times, this child is very smart.

, as long as he can remember what I taught him, and according to my tips on the road, he will only have near misses along the way. I hope he can grow up, but why, why... is this happening? "

He looked at everyone blankly.

Zhao Huaian said calmly: "Parents' expectations for their children will always exceed the children's abilities... [You are my son, you can do it]... In this case, in my opinion, it is better to say encouragement than encouragement.

More like a curse."

Sikong Zhaiyue put down the jade slip in his hand dejectedly, his face ashen.

Zhao Huaian said: "You are so nervous about your son, why don't you go find him?"
To be continued...