Then, Bernice was able to see everything in front of her. "This is……" Bernice saw the uneven black staining the smooth mirror surface, gathering into an inward-spinning vortex in the center, with a faint red light seeping out of it... Suddenly, he cried out in realization: "Is this the power of the Blood Moon?!" "Blood Moon" is another name for the "ancient moon" of the ancestor of the blood clan. In addition, He is also known as the "Source of Life", "Original Womb", "Breeder of All Things", "Mother of All Living Things", etc., and He is the only belief of all vampires. "Ok?" Qi Ji was slightly stunned, then slowly raised his head and looked at the vampire: "Do you recognize the aura of this mirror?"
What she could be sure of at the moment was that the divine pollution that permeated after the activation of the Reed Mormon Mirror originated from the out-of-control angel imprisoned in the sealed space. The angel who had lost control and turned into a monster originally belonged to the "Moon" realm, and the god he worshipped was the "God of Night and Tranquility" and "Moon Goddess" of the "Spiritual Restraint" sect of the Moon Spirit Republic. Lol. The corresponding authority should be “The First Authority·Ordinary World”. The authority of this "ordinary world" is itself quite mysterious and strange, full of unknown and weird colors, as if being in a fog. Before this, among the great beings that Qi Ji knew, there were two who had a direct relationship with this authority. One is the mysterious evil god "The First Creator". The divinity contained in the so-called "fragments of divinity" that he tries to collect belongs to the "ordinary world". The other one is the "Moon Goddess" Luo Er. Although Qi Ji has not yet come into contact with this most mysterious and least visible god in the human world, judging from the out-of-control angel in the sealed space belonging to the "Moon" realm... The authority held by this goddess should also be the "ordinary world". And now, Bernice, an orthodox purebred vampire, believes that the power of the "ordinary world"... is related to the "ancient moon"? Could it be that the authority of this "ordinary world" belongs not only to the "Moonlight Goddess" Roel, the "First Creator", but also to the ancestor of the blood clan, the "ancient moon"? "How should I put it... a slave of three surnames?" Qi Ji felt that things had become complicated. She was a little confused and said to Bernice: "How about you take a closer look?" As she spoke, she reached out and handed the Red Mormon Mirror to Bernice. "Uh, sure..." The latter took it and examined it carefully in his palm. First, he turned the mirror over and over, observing every detail on the surface, and then he carefully rubbed his fingers on the mirror surface covered with black swirls and crimson glimmers, while inspiration scanned it all the time. Because Qi Ji used his own power to perfectly seal the mirror, isolating it from the overflowing divine pollution while not obviously interfering with Bernice's inspection, she was able to examine it as carefully as she is now.
A few minutes later, she put down the mirror with a strange expression and returned it to Qi Ji: "I have never seen this thing... but the power revealed in it is indeed very close to the great 'Ancient Moon', but it is a little different... perhaps it is a spiritual item in the same realm, just mixed with other powers." "That's it..." Qi Ji nodded imperceptibly, looking thoughtful: "Perhaps, the actual situation is the other way around..." "Ah?" Bernice didn't understand. "Nothing," Qi Ji shook his head, seemingly changing the subject casually, "Just do what you need to do, I'm fine." "Yao Lingwu, what do you want to do with this mirror?" Perhaps she felt much better after learning that she was temporarily safe. Bernice became more talkative and continued to talk to Qi Ji with great interest: "This is the first time I've seen spiritual items related to blood-sucking... vampires in the human world." Qi Ji glanced at her without replying, but instead extended his perception across an unimaginably long distance to reach the gray-white world that was forever covered by lead-black clouds, and finally connected with a marked breath. Sensory information that did not belong to her quickly flooded into her mind. At the same time, the black and red light on the mirror quickly faded, and a clear dynamic image emerged on its surface. "Cough cough!" Qi Ji cleared his throat and said in an unfathomable tone: "You appear to have arrived at your destination safely." "who are you talking to?" Bernice saw Qi Ji's lips moving but no sound came out. She curiously moved her head closer and looked at the mirror projecting the image with her bloodshot eyes. Suddenly, depressing and heavy lead-black clouds came into view. But beneath this endless dark cloud, there are no unchanging, dull gray-white trees, but... A narrow and slightly run-down street. "Where is this...?" The houses on both sides of the road are not high, generally no more than five stories high. The material appears to be some kind of historical material, showing uneven grayish-white spots, giving people a dirty impression. They are arranged in a disorderly manner, with roofs of varying heights and stone exterior walls, which look more like stones randomly squeezed together than buildings, giving off an atmosphere of decay and desolation. "Is this the 'last country' that Hill mentioned?" Qi Ji stared at the scene in front of him. If you only look at the buildings on this street, it does look like a desolate and deserted ruin or remains. But the pedestrians walking on the street and the sparse lights in the buildings on both sides give this place a strong breath of life, making it seem full of tiny yet tenacious vitality like a sprout emerging from a crack in the stone. After Qi Ji conveyed that greeting, the image in the mirror suddenly shook violently a few times.
Then, the perspective quickly rotated and moved, and finally staggered into a narrow and dark alley. It was deserted, the light was dim, and the atmosphere seemed a bit eerie. "Lord True Creator, you...are here?" Hill's deliberately lowered voice, carrying obvious excitement and excitement, mixed with a little inexplicable uneasiness and trepidation, entered Qi Ji's mind: "I, I have thought of what I want to give you as a reward, and I have already collected it, including material and knowledge. I hope, I hope they can satisfy you." Chapter 304 Rain "Whoosh... whoosh... whoosh..." The drizzle gently sprinkles on the old and simple town. Thick dark clouds hung low overhead, as if they were about to fall from the sky in the next second. The Templar Empire, East Woshu Territory, Stio. In the neat and gorgeous central area of the nobility, behind the Iris Manor, in the family cemetery close to the church, a funeral with a slightly weird atmosphere was being held. "…The one who passed away was not only an elder, but also a guide in our lives; the one who left was not only a loved one, but also our strong support… "Even if the drizzle is thick and the heavy dark clouds block the sacred warm sun, the goddess's unstinting grace will still equally grant eternal salvation and purity to every soul..." The man who was dispatched from the East Washu Cathedral to replace the deceased Rosago as the new priest of Stio was wearing a black monk's robe designed for funerals and stood dignifiedly beside the tombstone. In one hand, he held the Holy Book of Redemption with gold-plated words and patterns, and with the other hand, he spread out his five fingers and gently pressed them on his left chest. His expression was indifferent, his eyes were devout, and he whispered a prayer: “…May the spirit of the deceased be able to escape from worldly troubles and find true liberation and peace of mind at the steps of the golden Sun Palace.” "--Snapped!" As soon as he finished speaking, he tightened his fingers and forcefully closed the scripture in his hand, making a loud and sharp sound like a wooden stick hitting a table. In front of the tombstone carved from onyx and inlaid with gold decorations, a silent crowd dressed in all black stared with their heads down. Their expressions are different, some are sad and reluctant, some are cold and perfunctory, and some are cold and heartless. Following a formulaic process, the funeral proceeded in an orderly manner, like a sophisticated machine, step by step, without any mistakes in any link. "...Look, the eldest daughter of the Iris family has a very calm expression." "Indeed, he doesn't seem very sad." "Isn't this normal? You all should know the relationship between old Baron Iris and her..." "Haha, if it were me, I would have to work very hard not to laugh out loud..." "Hey, what are you talking about?!" "Yeah, you're saying this at someone's funeral. Aren't you afraid of the night..." "Tsk, tsk, tsk, why are you so anxious? No one can hear us from such a distance..."
"Speaking of which, it's great to be an only child. At least the inheritance of the title and the family property is set in stone..." "Alas, it's a pity for the Lion Carpenter's family. Who could have thought that something like this would happen?" "I don't know how the church's masters will deal with their family's property..." "Confiscate it? Or distribute it to other families?" "Who knows..." "..." The air was filled with the scent of rain and grass. Mixed in with this were the whispers of visitors from the outside at the edge of the venue. No one can hear it. Of course, that also includes... the chestnut-haired girl standing in the center of the crowd. Lunxi stood under the dark umbrella held up by the servant, with his head slightly lowered, watching the new pastor preside over the entire funeral without saying a word. There was no expression on her face, and her dark green eyes were as calm as water, as if everything happening before her eyes... had nothing to do with her, she was just a passerby who stayed out of it... or even more so, just an observation machine that recorded objective facts. Although his eyes were looking forward, his pupils were unfocused, as if his attention had already drifted away from this cemetery where countless ancestors were buried like rising steam, and drifted far away. "…Miss, we should go back." Her consciousness was in a trance for who knows how long, half asleep and half awake, and in an endless trance, until the servant's gentle call beside her reached her ears, pulling her soul back to reality from an unknown distant place. "……Um." Lunxi nodded expressionlessly, turned around under the cover of the umbrella, and walked with heavy steps towards the manor house in the distance which was shrouded in drizzle. The gray and mottled exterior walls are covered with messy vines, and the quaint outlines are distorted and blurred by the gray rain and fog. Rather than a warm and reliable "home", it looks more like a dead body crawling on the ground. Behind him were the crowd and guests gradually dispersing. Lunxi, wearing a black long dress, looked at the depressing and hazy rain scene. For some reason, she suddenly raised her hand, stretched out the umbrella cover, and let the drizzle fall on her hand. The rain was not heavy, but it was extremely continuous, with almost no gaps between the raindrops. The touch is neither cold nor irritating, but more like the feeling of thin gauze brushing against the skin. Soft, yet inexplicably irritating. "Miss..." Seeing that his young lady hadn't said a word from beginning to end, with a dull expression like a doll, the servant holding an umbrella standing beside her comforted her in a deep voice: "Please grief." Although no one in the mansion was willing to mention it, the fact that old Baron Edward Iris would not live long... was an unspoken consensus among almost every servant in Iris Manor. Anyone who has some understanding of the Iris family knows that old Edward's health is poor due to the sequelae of the fever.
In addition, for some reasons, he has been in extreme emotions such as anger, excitement, and resentment recently, which has made his aging and weak body worse. Everyone knows that for an old man who is frail, sickly and mentally disturbed, passing away is only a matter of time. And it’s not too far. Listening to the servant's comfort, Lunxi did not respond. Still gazing indifferently into the distance, feeling the touch of the rain licking the back of my hands, I wonder what I am thinking. After returning to the main house through the back door, she entered her bedroom and sat on the edge of the bed without changing her clothes, turning her head to look out the window at the dim and gloomy scenery.