The sun was setting and the sky was dark.

The evil blood moon rose into the sky, and the night was completely opened.

"Little one, won't you stop them?"

Bai Xue yawned softly, lying on the back of the unicorn and playing with Xia Han's black hair in all kinds of boredom. His hair is soft and shiny, but for some reason, Bai Xue misses the blonde hair he saw when they first met.

The little boy with bright eyes and flowing blond hair always makes Bai Xue feel nostalgic when he thinks about it.

However, Xia Han couldn't understand what she was thinking, or that his eyes weren't on Bai Xue. He stood in mid-air as if he were walking on the ground, his back to the unicorn, but his eyes looked at the two women who were arguing.

"No need."

He replied to Bai Xue's question: "This is a way for them to communicate, and it's almost over. ”

It has been an hour since Hongyan and Wujian met, but the quarrel between the two has not stopped. Xia Han didn't understand where their anger came from, but he could see that their attitudes were changing as time passed.

They exchanged information in an arguing way, and now they are almost on the same page. Sure enough, within a few minutes, two women who ruled over different races stopped arguing.

"You said that the person I was looking for was him, so prove it to me!"

"Just what I want."

After talking for a long time, he finally started the topic, Xia Han couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief, there should be no more accidents. However, as soon as the thought passed, Wujian's gaze turned to him, frowned and said, "I have a condition. They can't get close to us while casting spells! ”

She was obviously not worried about Xia Han and Qilin.

Xia Han's heart suddenly burst, and then smiled: "Then I won't participate, you two continue." ”

He didn't think that Wujian was still planning anything at this time, in fact, even if they were separated for a short time, as long as Hongyan sent a dangerous signal, Xia Han would still be able to forcibly join her, so there was no problem with safety.

In the same way, the absence of a sword also requires the confidence of safety. The delivery of memories requires the cooperation of her and Hongyan, if there is any danger in the middle. She doesn't accept memories. The reason why I want to keep Xia Han and a few people away. It is also to prevent them from sneaking up.

"Okay, I'll arrange for you to ......"

Wujian saw Xia Han so crisply, and his heart was much more relieved. However, her arrangement was not said, but Xia Han took the initiative to propose the destination: "I want to go to the cemetery in the back to see." The previous pope was gracious to me. I want to pay a respect. ”

He is the Son of the White Radiant. Wujian had also heard about this matter, and after thinking about it, she didn't object.

So Xia Han flew to the cemetery with a group of bloodlines who were watching him. Hongyan and Wujian flew to the main hall of the church, preparing to complete the delivery of memories inside.

Behind the Bright City, close to the Foggy Mountains, is a vast cemetery, where people who have made outstanding contributions to the Church for thousands of years sleep, and it is a sacred place in the hearts of all monks. In the war of the Bloodclan invasion, the most stubborn resistance is also here.

Many large trees are scattered throughout the cemetery, but the wider ground is covered with fine grass, and the whole cemetery looks like a flat grass mound spreading upwards, with no extra decoration except for the tombstones.

Simple, natural, and ecclesiastical.

"Little one, those sacred trees will only be planted next to the tombstones of saints, monks and popes." Bai Xue sells off her knowledge, which allows Xia Han to quickly find Bai Hui's tombstone by the size of the tree.

The tombstone of white jade, next to a fragrant tree.

Xia Han bent over to touch the soil in front of the stele, and wisps of warm breath passed to his hands, making him recall Bai Hui's smiling face.

The Pope knew that his life was short, but the last time he saw Xia Han, he still had a smile on his face, and there was no sadness or regret on his face. Xia Han was thinking, the world was moving forward as Bai Hui expected, that old guy must have died very happily, he must have no regrets.

"Bai Xue, what is death?"

Xia Han suddenly wondered, what is so terrible about death, he has been fighting until now to avoid death, what is the reason?

"Forget it, when I didn't ask."

Without waiting for Bai Xue to answer, he smiled again, these things are not important. The question of life and death is left to the philosopher to ponder, and there is no need for him to bother with these questions, which have no correct answers.

He just came to worship Bai Hui - thinking of this, Xia Han clasped his hands together 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 this qualification.

What Bai Hui did was not great, but at least it helped Xia Han a lot.

"Thank you."

No matter how many words there are, it is better to say thank you, just two words, but it encapsulates all your thoughts.

A low sobbing sounded, Xia Han's eyes glanced over, and he found that one of the blood clans who were monitoring him was crying, and a few of them were pale. His mind flashed, these people were not monks of the church, and they should also have a lot of respect for Bai Hui.

The Pope's prestige seems to be better than he thought, and of course it doesn't make sense to say that now.

Xia Han suddenly turned around and looked at Bright City, which immediately put all the blood clans on alert. But they soon became confused again, Xia Han didn't make any 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: "At such a distance, can you interfere with the situation on the side of the church?" ”

"No problem." The artificial dialogue system answered in the affirmative, and then asked, "The master wants to activate the miracle system?" ”

"How do you know?"

"Because it's easy to guess what the owner thinks, what you want is the result of happiness for all three."

Xia Han's answer made Xia Han stunned, just as it guessed, Xia Han hoped to rely on the miracle system to solve the problem of the three people. Although they only have two memories, they are not completely without a solution, Xia Han wants to rely on the omnipotence of the illustrated book.

"So, master, what wish do you want to make?" The voice that sounded in his head was full of interest, and the illustrated book said to Xia Han: "Let me first explain that the rules of the Creator have great restrictions on soul spells, and do not allow two identical memories to appear. ”

Copying memories is forbidden, and if such a thing is allowed, then cloning life is allowed - this is the Creator's scales.

Xia Han was curious that the word creator would be said in the mouth of the illustrated book, but he put aside his doubts for the time being, even if he didn't clone the memory, he had a way, and it was impossible for the illustrated book to deny it.

"I want you to make some corrections to their memory delivery, make the spells work worse, and then ......"

He made an imperfect wish. (To be continued......)