"I'm the only person in the world who knows who those nine children are. The astrologer said to Qing Zhan.

At this time, the two of them were walking in a secret room in the White Tower. The room was unusually large, with tall bookshelves lined up in the room. The dense books are neatly stacked on it, which naturally becomes a sense of oppression.

Qing Zhan followed behind the astrologer dressed in white. She finally knew why he was always dressed in white every time he saw the astrology, because there was no other color in this white tower!

White clothes, white beds, white cutlery, everything is white.

Qing Zhan suddenly thought of the girl named Bai Ruolin, she was born here since she was a child, and she had only seen this pale color, was it very, very painful?

Thinking of this, Qing Zhan actually felt glad for herself. In the first half of her life when she fled in embarrassment, at least she had seen most of the colors in this world, walked side by side with the people she liked, and received gifts that didn't suit her wishes.

These scattered things will precipitate into her lifelong wealth in the years that follow.

Following the astrology all the way, they finally stopped in the most secluded part of the room.

Looking around, Qing Zhan found that there were tall bookshelves all around, blocking the place tightly. The bookshelf in front of me was extraordinarily short, it was only about the same height as the Qing Zhan, and there were some rotten books neatly arranged on it.

"This is the annals of history. The astrologer casually took a copy from the shelf. The entire book was torn, and even the edges of the paper were frayed out.

Qing Zhan watched the astrologer hold the book in his hand, and there was a feeling that if he was not careful, these pages would become like a fluttering butterfly flying away in the astrology's hand.

The astrologer just smiled, he slowly opened the book, and on the title page of the book was written a few words of dragon flying and phoenix dancing, but unfortunately, Qing Zhan didn't recognize it very well.

"Master's handwriting is not very legible. I can read it to you. The astrologer seemed to understand Qing Zhan's mind, so he said to her.

Qing Zhan nodded calmly, and then found an open space not far away and sat down, waiting for the astrological recitation.

"This child's blood is even purer than her mother's. So I divided her power into eight parts, which are combat power, healing power, hidden power, control power, spiritual power, divination power, imitation power, and production power. Only one of these eight powers is needed to attain an outstanding position and a privileged life on earth. So the astrologer said.

"But I left a little bit of these eight powers in this child to give her more possibilities. I knew she was God's will and I couldn't stop it. All I can do is keep her from being a disaster in my lifetime. These words were basically the muttering of an old man, and the astrologer was holding the manuscript of the diary of his ancestors.

"To leave evidence, I write here the surnames of these eight children. They are: Bai, Jiang, Song, Du, Shen ......" The astrological voice stopped abruptly here, and he stopped and raised a pair of shining eyes to look at Qing Zhan.

At this time, Qing Zhan was counting with her fingers, and when she heard the astrology stop, she raised her head to look at him suspiciously, and the two pairs of eyes were facing each other, flashing with a strange light.

"Why did you stop? There are still three left. Qing Zhan looked at his hand and said.

The astrologer smiled faintly, and there was a slight bitterness and helplessness in his smile. He spread out the diary in his hand to Qing Zhan, who looked over it, but found that this page was incomplete!

Yes, this page of the diary containing secrets was torn off at some point. And this missing piece happens to be the part that is vital to Qing Zhan's life.

Qing Zhan took a closer look, but there was no information left in this book. She only thought that the handwriting seemed familiar, but she couldn't think of where she had seen it.

"This is Master's last struggle. He's stopping you, but I'm going to help you. The astrologer gently closed the notebook and put it back in its place. He sighed softly, "Maybe among the five people who know, someone will know, the remaining three." ”

Qingzhan nodded in agreement, she stood up, raised her hand and stroked her forehead. Then he said slowly: "Among these five people, Bai will give up for the time being." Du was probably referring to Yuebai, who died. So the remaining three, what should I do?"

The astrologer's eyes flickered, and he shook his head and said, "I don't know what these three people represent, but I know that what you should really do is to find Du Yuebai." ”

"But she died. Qing Zhan frowned, but her face became ugly.

Du Yuebai was her young friend, and she died for her. Although she pretended not to care about it in every way, Qing Zhan clearly felt that every time she mentioned this name, there would be a heart-rending soreness in her heart.

This soreness, mixed with guilt and helplessness, became a lingering nightmare.

The astrologer didn't speak, he just looked at her quietly. Qingzhan's expression gradually calmed down in his gaze. She gradually stretched her brow, and the corners of her lips brought a smile into her lips.

"Astrology, you're asking too much. Qing Zhan said.

"It's not just for me, it's for you. After all, she's the only one who won't turn you down. The astrologer said.

In fact, what he originally wanted to say was "Dead people can't refuse you", but the girl in front of him seemed to have feelings for Du Yuebai, so he didn't want to anger her, so he said so.

And his other purpose is to let Qing Zhan go to the Black Federation.

Yes, as the ace sea lady pinched in the hands of the Black Federation, even if Du Yuebai is only a part, the Black Federation will bring her body back. What's more, he heard that Du Yuebai was still killed.

"You still want to delay the declaration of war by the Black Federation. Qing Zhan's eyes gradually filled with a kind of determination.

"That's right, no one wants to see war. The astrology replied frankly.

Although Du Yuebai is dead, the Black Federation will not give up the war. The war with the White Tower has existed since ancient times, but once it starts, it will be faced with the destruction of human lives.

The White Tower is here, just a handful of people. It is the majority of innocent people who are hurt by war.

But if you go, it's different. As a genuine other ama, Qing Zhan will definitely attract the attention of the Black Federation. They will definitely delay the start of the war in order to take control of the king.

This is the wishful thinking of astrology.

In fact, it is not difficult to see from here that neither astrology nor his master has the courage to change his fate. The only thing they can do is procrastinate.

These people who have climbed to the top of their lives with fate are also tightly imprisoned by fate itself.

Qing Zhan nodded, for her, it didn't matter whether she went to war or not. But once the war starts, Tang Songluo is afraid that he will also be unlucky. She didn't want to upset him, so she hated war as well.

It is precisely because of this thinking that the pace of war has also undergone subtle changes unconsciously.