Set up a funeral service team in a foreign land

This is a dark place where no one knows where.

There is no light, no boundaries, darkness and silence become the largest components of this place, and the emptiness is so terrifying.

However, in this silence that is enough to wear out the soul, there is a storm that roars endlessly and howls miserably, as if it wants to tear apart this pitch-black cage.

Countless lightning bolts flashed with terrifying light, and together with the invisible wind, they formed an indestructible line of defense.

In the center of the storm, the chaos and danger outside seemed to be completely isolated.

A magnificent palace floats quietly in the eye of the storm, with a faint white light flowing around it, like a lamp in the middle of the night, warm but not scorching, giving people an extremely quiet and peaceful feeling.

“Da, da da…”

The young man with black hair and shawl put his hands in his pockets and strolled slowly in this seemingly inhuman palace. His posture was as casual as if he was visiting a tourist attraction that interested him.

He turned skillfully, then suddenly paused, his eyes fixed on the illusory golden figure at the end of the corridor.

"Hey, you actually have time to come see me? What big thing happened?"

Mu Qianji smiled and his eyes were full of curiosity.

The shadowy figure turned around and asked in a vague, emotionless voice, "What's going on?"

Mu Qianji shrugged: "It's still the same."

"The erosion of life by the Curse Mark is irreversible. Moreover, according to my analysis, compared to ordinary alien races and humans, its reaction to the erosion of vampires and gods is the most severe."

He glanced at the figure vaguely and continued, "That kid from the Agrichi family was lucky enough to have his life extended by Ilovin. But I don't think it will last long. After all, this thing doesn't like vampires."

The golden shadow, so hazy that its expression could not be seen, seemed to be in deep thought, and spoke after a moment.

"The World Tree is withering."

Mu Qianji was not surprised at all and grinned: "Isn't this exactly what you wanted?"

This person's view on the World Tree is probably no different from his attitude towards alchemical materials—

It's just something that can be used, and it's just right that it died.

Just as I was thinking this, the other party said calmly: "The node of fate cannot be changed here. The dead will live again, and the living will die. This is its eternity."

"..."

The corners of Mu Qianji's mouth froze, and the corners of his eyes twitched slightly.

These prophets are really enough, can they speak human language?

It can be summed up in one sentence: "The dead will live in another form"!

He bowed slightly, his expression unchanged as he said, "Do you have any other instructions? If not, I'll leave first. Otherwise, my beloved will probably get anxious if she waits too long."

There was a subtle hint of driving people away in the soft words.

The golden figure paused, staring at Mu Qianji for a long moment. Finally, he spoke without any emotion, "Go to the Land of Origin as soon as possible. That's the starting point."

As soon as the words were spoken, the golden shadow dissipated and disappeared.

Mu Qianji stood there, sneered without any awe, and whispered to himself, "Everyone says I'm crazy, but this guy is actually quite crazy too."

He was not afraid of being heard and walked briskly towards his alchemy laboratory.

He pushed open the door, and the alchemical runes covering the room lit up for a moment as if awakened.

"Honey, I'm back!"

In the spacious laboratory, countless materials stacked in the corner exuded a rich, original aura. The huge alchemical instruments placed on the side made a trivial, clicking sound and were constantly reorganizing themselves, perfectly replicating the patterns on the pile of animal skin scrolls on the table.

"Welcome back..."

He was responded by a sweet, ethereal yet extremely mechanical voice.

A tall cross stood by the wall of the laboratory, and the woman tied to the cross slowly raised her head.

It was a face of breathtaking beauty.

Her soft long hair reached her waist, shining with a charming golden luster. A few strands of hair fluttered across her jade-white cheeks and fell in front of her eyes.

Those charming blue eyes blinked, as beautiful as the blue cornflowers blooming in summer, or like the shining gems condensed by time, which made people feel affectionate and indulged.

Mu Qianji stood in front of the cross, raised his hand and tucked the strand of hair behind His ear, and said gently and affectionately: "Aphrodite, how are you feeling today?"

“…No change.”

Mu Qianji gently stroked the side of her face, as if treating a fragile treasure, with an obsession in his eyes.

"It's okay, my goddess. If you feel uncomfortable, please tell me."

"Okay, no."

He is like a perfect doll, beautiful and flawless on the outside, but with the soul already lost on the inside.

On the neatly arranged display shelf in the corner, the petite 朏朏 in the cage took in the entire scene silently.

It rested its chin on its tail, curled up quietly, and silently gazed at the god nailed to the cross, with a look of silent pity in its clear round eyes.

He is very beautiful, with a beauty that even gods envy, so he always indulges himself and never cares about the past and the future like other gods, but only cares about whether he is happy in the present.

So, in the end, everything was lost.

His lover Ares was defeated by Athena.

His lover Hephaestus became Loki's stepping stone.

His dependents, the Myrtles, were plundered and killed.

……

His love and romance could not withstand the cruelty of the war between gods. As time became calm, he looked around and found that he had nothing. Finally, exhausted and powerless, he chose to fall into a deep sleep.

When someone killed his sworn brother, awakened him with blood, and expressed his love to him with a head, the somewhat indifferent Aphrodite suddenly felt the divine heart beating violently in her chest for the first time in a long time.

He promised Mu Qianji to be his sworn brother and give him a response, but he did not expect that this passionate love would suddenly become a death warrant.

Now, he has lost both his freedom and his soul.

In Zhongheng's mind, Bo Yan expressed his sincere admiration for his younger brother.

"To dare to make a vow with Mu Qianji, you must be a fool. To ask for the love of a top forbidden alchemist, He is really brave."

This is simply prey that has been delivered to your doorstep.

Zhong Heng glanced at Aphrodite on the cross. Her wrists, elbows, knees, and ankles were each nailed with an ominous black bone nail, and the specific material of it could not be seen. On the center of her forehead, the myrtle wood divine pattern was entangled and torn by scarlet silk thread.

"Just call it stupid," Zhong Heng commented calmly.

Who can you blame for what you have done?

Bo Yan was silent.

His tail was numb, so Zhong Heng used his paw to support his chin. "I'm just curious, how did Mu Qianji manage to seal the godhood? And that bone nail...it's very strange."

Although Aphrodite's combat power is not high, she is still a god after all. Being able to restrain her and seal her divinity is interesting no matter how you think about it.

As he was thinking, a shadow suddenly fell in front of his eyes.

Zhong Heng raised his head and met a pair of smiling black eyes.

His heart suddenly skipped a beat.

"Little cat, have you made up your mind?" Mu Qianji reached out and tapped the cage.

Zhong Heng's pupils erected, and he said indifferently: "No."

Mu Qianji opened the cage and, not fearing Zhong Heng's revenge, he turned his back to him and reached out to pick up a carving knife from the alchemy table.

"The Wuxian tribe leader is truly bold and daring in thinking and acting on behalf of a human who should have died long ago, living in a different way."

He took out an apple and nonchalantly peeled it with a carving knife. "Kitten, why don't you let me build a body to house your brother's soul? You two should have separated long ago."

"For you, this used to be a unique blessing, but now it's just an interesting curse."

Zhong Heng remained silent, his clear eyes showing a hint of coldness.

Mu Qianji peeled the apple into a beautiful flower.

He continued with interest, "I'm very interested in the methods used by the clan leader, that's all. Honestly, do you really not want to be freed?"

"I don't want to." Zhong Heng answered firmly.

Mu Qianji raised his eyebrows and coaxed with a smile: "Be good, little cat, let your brother do the talking."

Zhong Heng was so angry at the tone of Mu Qianji teasing his pet that he fell backwards. He couldn't help but stretch out his claws with the tips flashing with cold light, as if he was ready for a fight to the death.

In an instant, Xixi's temperament changed drastically.

After her eyes changed, Xixi raised her head, her demeanor gentle and calm.

Bo Yan didn't get angry. He looked at Mu Qianji quietly and said, "You are the knife and I am the meat. You can just do it directly. Why do you insist on our consent?"

Mu Qianji smiled and turned his head to look at Aphrodite on the cross, with an extremely gentle smile in his eyes.

"I believe in mutual consent. After all, a forced melon is not sweet."

Bo Yan: “…”

So you talked to Aphrodite about your mutual consent, and ended up nailing her on the cross as an example?

Bo Yan took a deep breath. Cooperating with Mu Qianji was tantamount to making a deal with the devil.

He should have died long ago in the distant era of conflict, and his survival until now is nothing more than a lingering struggle. Curse... I didn't think so in the past, but now I think these two words are quite appropriate.

Sister Qingyun has tried every possible way to help them but has never found a solution. Today, there is little hope.

Bo Yan fell into deep thought. Now that he was in Mu Qianji's hands, the worst that could happen was death. But he could still take a gamble.

The person before him could be considered a pinnacle alchemist in the two realms, although his character could not be guaranteed.

"I have three conditions." Bo Yan made a decision.

Mu Qianji took a bite of the apple and leaned against the alchemy table in a more relaxed posture.

"Oh? Tell me."