"So I'm not that anxious in fact."

Bai Wu Ku Zi looked at Xicheng style with a little serious expression:

"I just want to ask you about the date of your marriage with the Son of God and how many children do you want after marriage... Ah... By the way, I personally think five or six are good. The girl's surname is Bai Wu, and it's not a problem for boys to be with the surname Jun of Xicheng."

Xicheng style coughed.

"It's rude."

Bai Wu Ku Zi showed a standard smile again: "Let's bring the topic back. Xichengjun wants to understand the Immortal Curse, right?"

"Yes." Xicheng style nodded, thought about it and added another sentence:

"But before discussing this, I would like to ask, before me, have anyone else come to ask about the Immortal Spell?"

Yes, he came after the clues of the Immortal Art.

In fact, the most important thing is to find out the possible forces.

The original owner sneaked into Beijing North for the sake of immortality.

And there are two branches here.

First, the original owner's ability to desire the art of immortality.

Second, he was instructed by a certain organization to track down clues of the Immortal Art.

The Xicheng style did not find any clues about the original owner accepting this task at the Guangzi Society.

Logically speaking, it should be that the original owner himself desires this ability, so he sneaks into the north of Beijing.

But don't forget that in addition to Consecration of the Elderly Society, there is an organization.

The organization that sent unsigned emails to Xicheng Style!

Did they point the original owner to find the Immortal Art...?

Have they met with White Mist Pupa before the West City Style?

Xicheng style stared at Bai Wu Kuizi, hoping that she could give the answer.

“There is indeed someone like this.”

Bai Wu Ku Zi said it out without any hesitation.

"In fact, when the Son of God and I settled in this neighborhood, those people had already come to us."

"They said they wanted to be compatible and protect the Son of God, but I refused."

Bai Wu Ku Zi put down the teacup, opened his mouth, and wanted to say something, but before he could say it, a trace of sadness flashed quickly in his soft eyebrows and eyes.

She sighed slightly:

"My Son of God and I just want to live a peaceful life. This is just a very small wish. But it cannot be realized."

"Even if the Bai Wu family, who created the "Son of God", has disappeared...it will not be possible."

Bai Wu Ku Zi raised his head, and the focus of his eyes fell outside the floor-to-ceiling glass door.

The next moment.

It was like talking about a story with the wind monster, and the emotionally unpleasant dreams sounded from her mouth:

"Along with the thick white fog... the Baiwu family has disappeared deep in Morimiya Mountain."

"The person who desires immortal...the person who pursues immortal..."

"I guess in the end I will be swallowed by the thick white mist...and the liver, limbs, and torso...all will be swallowed up."

Xicheng style suddenly turned around.

Outside the floor-to-ceiling glass door—

Snowflakes are falling.

The cold snowflakes fell, and the mist and white air conditioning...

White fog with the same color as the bones.

Just about to wrap the person... in it.

Bai Wu Ku Zi just stared for a moment and then withdrew his gaze.

She returned to Yamato Satsuko's appearance, smiled at Nishiki-style before saying:

"By the way, Xichengjun just asked about the identities of those who wanted to protect me and the Son of God... right?"

"I have forgotten the specific situation. After all, it was something I just came with the Son of God a year ago, but I still remember their claim-"

Baiwu Kuzi raised a finger and spit out a word:

"The Gods Association."

God-Reigning Society?

When he heard this term, Xicheng-style eyebrows raised, and a feeling of familiarity surged from the bottom of his heart.

This is the original owner's physical reaction.

Could it be that the original owner came from this organization that claims to be the Gods Association?

Xicheng style brows were furrowed.

To know this, it seems that it still needs to see the meeting of Cure Coffee tonight.

He put away his messy thoughts, looked at Bai Wu Kuizi again and asked:

"In other words, now that the Baiwu family has disappeared, the method of obtaining the immortal spell has also disappeared. Right?"

"That's true. And I don't recommend that Xichengjun try to pursue the immortal spell."

Bai Wu Ku Zi said while adding tea to Xicheng Style.

"oh?"

It is not recommended to pursue the immortal curse...?

What does this mean?

"Because the Baiwu family's immortal spell is incomplete in itself."

The white mist pupa is still so straightforward and has no intention of going around in circles.

But when she said this, Xicheng Shi clearly felt something under her soft and gentle voice.

anger?

resentment?

It seems that both are there?

"The memory problem of the Son of God. I think you know Xichengjun?"

The white mist pupa turned his head.

"Know."

The Xicheng style responded.

He had long noticed the memory problem of the Son of Baiwu.

I only know that the Immortal Curse is the inheritance of the Baiwu family, but I can't say what kind of inheritance it is.

I even forgot the time when I moved to Tokyo from another place.

This strange situation cannot be explained by a simple "silly" at all.

"Is the flaw of the Immortal Spell related to memory?"

Xicheng Style reacted in an instant.

"Not bad." Bai Wu Ku Zi nodded and said word by word: "Every time you die, Bai Wu will eat away from memory. It's not just memory..."

"Personality, bottom line, three views, common sense... and even emotions."

The white mist pupa picked up the teacup again.

The tea was already cold at this time, but she still drank it:

"Xichengjun, if you lose these, what else can you leave in the end?"

Xicheng style shook his head.

This question is not difficult to answer.

Even personality, bottom line, three views, common sense, and emotions have disappeared.

People are just simple, walking dolls.

By that time, death or not is actually no longer important.

The immortal white mist didn't expect that the sequelae of obtaining it would be so great.

"This topic has ended here, I'm sorry that you feel unhappy, Xichengjun."
To be continued...