The sun sets in the west and the sky becomes dark.
The evil blood moon rose into the sky, completely opening up the night.
"Little guy, why don't you stop them?"
Bai Xue yawned softly, lying on Qilin's back and playing with Xia Han's black hair in every possible way. His hair was smooth and shiny, but for some reason, Bai Xue missed the blond hair he saw when they first met.
Thinking of that little boy with bright eyes and flowing blond hair, Bai Xue always feels nostalgic.
However, Xia Han couldn't understand what she was thinking, or in other words, his eyes were not on Bai Xue. He stood in mid-air as if walking on flat ground, leaning against Qilin, but looking at the two women who were quarreling.
"No."
He answered Bai Xue's question: "This is their way of communication, and it's almost over."
An hour had passed since Hongyan and Wujian met, but the quarrel between the two had not stopped. Xia Han didn't understand where their anger came from, but he could see that their attitudes were changing as time went by.
Change.
They exchanged information by quarreling, and now they had almost reached a consensus. Sure enough, within a few minutes, the two women who ruled different races stopped quarreling.
"You said the person I'm looking for is him, then prove it to me!"
"Just what I wanted."
After talking for a long time, he finally got to the main topic. Xia Han couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief. There should be no more accidents. However, just after the thought, Wu Jian's eyes turned to him, frowned and said: "I have a condition. In
They can't get close to us while the spell is being cast!"
She was obviously worried about Xia Han and Qilin.
Xia Han felt a sudden thought, and then smiled and said: "Then I will not participate, you two continue."
He didn't think Wu Jian was still planning anything at this time. In fact, even if they were separated for a short time, as long as Hongyan sent out a dangerous signal, Xia Han could still forcefully join her, so there was no problem with safety.
Similarly, Wu Jian also needs safety and self-confidence. Delivering the memory requires the cooperation of her and Hongyan. If there is any danger in the process, she will not accept the memory. The reason why she wants Xia Han and others to stay away is to prevent them from sneak attacks.
"Okay, I will arrange it for you..."
Seeing Xia Han's straightforwardness, Wu Jian felt much more at ease. However, she did not reveal her arrangement, but Xia Han took the initiative to propose the destination: "I want to go to the cemetery behind. The previous Pope was kind to me. I
I want to pay my respects."
He was Bai Hui's designated holy son. Wu Jian had heard about this before, and after thinking about it, she had no objection.
So Xia Han flew to the cemetery with a group of vampires who were monitoring him. Hongyan and Wu Jian flew to the church hall, preparing to complete the transfer of memories there.
Behind Guangming City, close to Wushan Mountain, is a vast cemetery. People who have made outstanding contributions to the church for thousands of years sleep here. It is a holy place in the hearts of all monks. In the war of the vampire invasion, it is also the place with the strongest resistance.
here.
Many lush trees are scattered throughout the cemetery, but thin grass grows on the wider ground. The entire cemetery looks like a flat grass hill spreading upward. Except for the numerous tombstones, there is nothing extra.
decoration.
Simple, natural, and very church-like.
"Little guy, those holy trees will only be planted next to the tombstones of saints, monks and popes." Bai Xue showed off her knowledge, which allowed Xia Han to quickly find Bai Hui's tombstone through the size of the trees.
A white jade tombstone with a small fragrant tree next to it.
Xia Han bent down and touched the soil in front of the monument, and wisps of warm breath spread to his hands, reminding him of Bai Hui's smiling face.
The pope knew that he was going to die soon, but the last time he met Xia Han, he still had a smile on his face, with no sadness or regret on his face. Xia Han was thinking that the world was moving forward as Bai Hui expected, and the old guy
He must have died very happily and he must have no regrets.
"Bai Xue, what is death?"
Xia Han suddenly wondered what was so terrible about death. He had been fighting to avoid death until now. What was the reason?
"Forget it, just pretend I didn't ask."
Before Bai Xue could answer, he smiled with relief. These things were not important. The questions of life and death could just be left to philosophers to think about. There was no need for him to worry about these questions that had no correct answers.
He just came to pay homage to Bai Hui - thinking of this, Xia Han folded his hands and bowed lightly to the tombstone three times. He had never been so polite to other dead people in his life, but Bai Hui had the qualifications.
Even if what Bai Hui did was not great, it at least helped Xia Han a lot.
"Thanks."
No amount of words can be as good as a thank you, just two words, but it encompasses all my thoughts.
There was a burst of low sobbing, and Xia Han glanced over and found that one of the vampires who was monitoring him was crying, and a few of them had dark faces. His mind flashed, these people were not monks of the church, and they should respect Bai Hui.
The pope's reputation seems to be better than he thought, but of course it is meaningless to say this now.
Xia Han suddenly turned around and looked towards Guangming City, which immediately put all the vampires on guard. But they soon became confused again. Xia Han made no other movements except turning around, as if he was in a daze.
Of course, Xia Han couldn't be in a daze for no reason. He was communicating with the illustrated book: "With such a distance, can you interfere with the situation at the church?"
"No problem." The artificial dialogue system answered affirmatively, and then asked: "Master wants to activate the miracle system?"
"How do you know?"
"Because it's easy to guess what the master is thinking. What you want to pursue is a result in which all three of you will be happy."
The answer from the illustrated book shocked Xia Han. Just as it guessed, Xia Han hoped to rely on the Miracle System to solve the problems of the three people. Although they only had two memories, they were not completely without solutions. Xia Han wanted to rely on the helpless power of the illustrated book.
Impossible.
"So, Master, what is the wish you want to make?" The voice in his head was full of interest, and the illustration said to Xia Han: "Let me explain first that the Creator's rules have great restrictions on soul spells.
No two identical memories are allowed."
Copying memories is forbidden. If this kind of thing is allowed to happen, then cloning life will be allowed - this is the reverse scale of the Creator.
Xia Han was curious that the word "Creator" came out of the illustration's mouth, but he put aside his doubts for the time being. Even if he didn't clone the memory, he still had a way, and the illustration would not be able to deny it.
"I want you to make some corrections to their memory delivery to make the spell less effective, and then..."
