Trafford’s Trading Club

"...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 worshiping here, whether they are aliens or alien species, just in front of the square... Her Royal Highness the Red Princess, is it really here?

Being able to meet the 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 Demon], which is a rare disease - rare is not uncommon. Patients with [White Demon] disease occasionally appear in [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 regarded as 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 at this time.

"You stay here well." Aunt Yiren pressed her forehead with her hand at this time, and then tapped Kira's eyebrows... 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."

...tribute?

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"...[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 Clan] warrior who had just left. .

The soldier 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 [Red King] and [Tian Hou] were not husband and wife, who was the person handling 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 deep thought: "No, there is something wrong with what you said, old man! 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 Zhiyue interrupted directly and continued, "Is that the sentence?"

Zhao Huaian nodded.

Sikong Zhiyue sneered disdainfully: "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, it's easy They regard the female image of [Tianhou] as the wife of the Red King. They have this understanding early on, so when translating ancient texts, they will naturally take 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 stupid. I’m 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, "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 a clue to Sikong Ju... What is the purpose of your plot to lure Baigang Jinyi into the [Red King's Mausoleum]?"

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

"What do you mean by this?" Zhao Huaian asked.

"He has a reason why he has to come." Sikong Zhiyue shook his head and said, "As for what the reason is, you can check it yourself... I don't know many."

"You don't know?" Zhao Huaian was greatly surprised. The old man's words were inconsistent with the beginning and the end, 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, the guy who knew some details about him, or the woman who allowed him to see the fifth-level secret box, the woman's owner... or even the two [god] princesses, all let Sikong Zhaiyue know that this table 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 was walking with Master Yu all the way here. 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 Zhiyue nodded, "The first time I met them leaving the wilderness, and the second time I saw them coming back, I followed them all the way, and I 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 [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 and put in a burst of spiritual power to activate 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 as if 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 it... like this? "

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?"

Sikong Zhaiyue said, "I can't get out."

"What?"

Sikong Zhaiyue said irritably: "I can't tell you! After the [Red City] appears, unless you wait for the Scarlet King Festival to end and wait for the place to return to its original appearance, you won't be able to get out at all!"

"Return to its original appearance?" Zhao Huaian asked subconsciously: "What does it look like?"

"An empty city!"

Zhao Huaian frowned and said: "In other words, everything seen here is nothingness...just an illusion?"

"Illusion?" Sikong Zhaiyue sneered: "Illusion about what you eat, but you don't feel it?"

He then pointed at the maid and said, "The Sword Intention Clay Tablet that I was tricked by this female doll was taken out of this illusion you called. Now it is in the hands of Old Man Cao. Do you think it is also nothingness?"

"Old sir, it's about normal business." The maid suddenly narrowed her eyes.

At this time, the little old man squirted his mouth onto the table and slapped it vigorously, and said in despair: "Every time I think about my death, I can't get angry anymore! My son's life or death is uncertain now, and I am very angry now. Big! I'll kill you..."

The little old man suddenly stood up and pulled out a knife, his heart full of fear.

In an instant, a constructed spear emerged from the void, pointed straight at the old man's eyebrows, and rotated gently.

"I'll kill you..." The little old man who had just started to stand up suddenly sat down, "No way... Wow, bullying the old man! It's unreasonable! Help!! Young people don't respect martial ethics. ! Wow! My son...why is my life so miserable! I have a mother who is hundreds of years old and is addicted to it every day..."

Old man Sikong was seen rolling directly on the ground at this time, his legs were thrown up, and he started to cry loudly.

"This old man..." Zhao Huaian was stupid. He had never seen such a shameless [senior]... But as a [senior], he was indeed invincible if he didn't get up.

Attracting onlookers.

In fact, in the small shop, there is only one boss whose wife ran away with someone - but the boss didn't dare to move. The [God] princess was sitting there, and there were two of them...

"Old man, you don't have to go out." Mr. Luo suddenly said at this time: "Because your son may be here too."

Sikong Zhaiyue immediately stopped crying, sat up, and said in shock: "What did you say?"

Mr. Luo pointed.

Sikong Zhaiyue and Zhao Huaian subconsciously looked in that direction - they saw a small two-headed lizard lying on the stovetop of the steam stove outside the shop.

The alien eyes open and close, as if they are looking at everything here...it looks extremely weird.

"Ah Ju?" Sikong Zhaiyue shuddered and rushed towards the two-headed lizard on the stove.

But he saw the two-headed lizard turn around and jump down, and jumped into the crowd with extremely agile movements. Sikong Zhaiyue caught up with him instantly... Seeing this, Zhao Huaian followed him out without thinking.

The shop owner was shocked by this move.

Mr. Luo said: "Boss, please pay."

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They are considered handsome men and beautiful women... in this line of work.

Looking around, Duobao was curious about everything here—mainly curious about the street snacks.

Compared to him, the twin sisters are much more reliable. At this time, they are paying attention to their surroundings...especially the hidden corners to see if there are any passwords for the mountain gate left by the two magic uncles - no.

[Miss Lan] felt a slight itching in her palm at this moment... It was some kind of signal from [Xiao Zuo] hidden in her left hand.

——Great witch master, I smell something bad...

[Miss Lan] nodded calmly.

After entering this big city, there seems to be a feeling of naturally integrating into it.

"Have you noticed that the language of this city is quite ancient." Kaguya Qianfeng pondered: "I have only seen this ancient language in some ancient documents."

[Miss Arashi] looked at Kaguya Qianfeng in surprise - there were a lot of up and down, up and down.

Kaguya Qianfeng frowned, "What do you mean?"

"No!" [Miss Lan] blinked and said, "I actually thought you only had muscles in your head, but I didn't expect..."

Kaguya Qianfeng told herself not to be angry...so damn angry!

"Duobao, Duobao, let's go, stop looking!" My sister suddenly called out at this moment.

I saw the young man standing in front of a stall selling sesame seed cakes, sucking his fingers and drooling... My sister rolled her eyes, walked straight over, and had no choice but to pull this guy away.

"Senior sister, there is something..." Duobao pointed hurriedly.

"What is it?" My sister glanced subconsciously and saw a small two-headed alien species crawling quickly on the eaves of the stall. My sister was stunned and asked, "Such a big one?"

However, in this city, humans and alien species can coexist. When they saw a two-headed lizard crawling by, the twin sisters didn't take it seriously...

"Sister, there is Uncle Master's mark here!" My sister summoned at this time.

Here [Miss Arashi] and Kaguya Qianfeng also heard the noise... and saw the twin sisters standing in front of an alley waving.

The mark is located in an inconspicuous corner of the wall.

"Well, it is indeed the mark of our sect..." The twin sisters pulled Duobao over and took a look, "This is not a mark to warn of danger. It seems that Uncle Master and the others have not encountered any danger for the time being."

"Pointing this way." Zi Yan pointed to the depths of the alley and said.

"Let's go and have a look ahead." Qing Yan walked forward.

"Wait a minute." [Miss Lan] suddenly called everyone at this moment - she was seen squatting in the corner, reaching out to touch the mark on the wall, and said in a deep voice: "Your uncle, let's go How long have you been away?"

Qing Yan subconsciously said: "How long have they been separated? They came in front and we followed behind. It took no more than two hours. How long can it be? What, is there something wrong with the mark?"

"This mark..." [Miss Lan] frowned and said, "Do you think it only took two hours to mark it?"

The marks on the corners are mottled, the marks of time.