The memorial service was held as scheduled.

Iceland is a country with a mild climate, which can be seen from its name. The memorial service was held at Long Beach, which is a very interesting place.

Legally speaking, it does not actually belong to the country of Iceland. This is because this is a place where the magic world is dedicated to worshiping the dead. This has been the case since ancient times. Secular laws are not valid for the magic world. However, geographically speaking,

, Sacrifice Beach is part of Iceland.

Iceland's coastline has very distinctive characteristics. The beaches are black, paired with the gloomy sky and deep blue water, and a suffocating feeling of sadness comes over your face. This may be the reason why this country is not suitable for living alone.

Here, the environment always has an impact on people's emotions.

The Long Sacrifice Beach is located on a coast that is absolutely inaccessible to ordinary people. Judging from the map, it does not exist. A few old people know of its existence, but they are tight-lipped about it. This place does exist in legends and is called the Soul of the Dead.

A place where they stay temporarily.

The scenery here is more depressing than ordinary beaches. The sea and sky are the same color, gloomy and unpleasant. Sick gray clouds lie in the sky like dead hands. It looks like it is going to rain. The sea is very calm.

, so peaceful that it even makes people feel uncomfortable.

He Shenyan stood in front of this scene with his hands behind his back. He was still wearing the same black robe. Strange stood beside him, wearing a black suit, very solemn, and even trimmed his beard.

"Are you planning to grow a goatee? It seems that Tony finally doesn't have to call you a traitor."

Strange rolled his eyes when he heard this: "I have never admitted that we are bearded brothers. What do you mean by betrayers? Besides, are you sure we really want to fake it and hold a memorial service for Wanda? What I mean is

, she’s not dead yet.”

"She'll understand."

"...No, no one will understand this kind of thing, right?"

"Oh, Strange."

He Shenyan sighed and turned around with his shoulder. Behind them were various men and women wearing black suits or long skirts. A decent memorial service venue appeared in front of them. They didn't even know it yet.

Where did I get a picture of Wanda?

The mage first smiled at the group of men and women who were looking at them in fear, and then said softly to Strange: "Why don't you go entertain some guests? Let me be quiet for a while, okay? I'm working."

"The magic power in your body has not even moved. It seems to me that you are just in a daze."

This time it was He Shenyan's turn to roll his eyes.

"Okay, I'm just in a daze, okay?" He pushed Strange out confidently. "Let me be quiet for a while."

Strange turned back to glare at him and left, muttering, and deliberately controlled the muttering volume just enough for him to hear: "The damn Riddler..."

I'm not trying to be the Riddler, Strange, I'm trying to save the world.

He Shenyan curled his lips and continued to look at the sea level in a daze.

His spirit left the long beach of sacrifice in an instant and came to a dimension outside the earth. Here, the world was pitch black, and a red sofa floated in a dark space. He had white hair and was wearing a red robe.

The man lazily waved his hand towards his spiritual body.

"Hello, He." He said with a smile. "Long time no see. Well, I noticed that you have become a lot stronger. It's really interesting. You can actually continue to grow?"

"Don't call my name so affectionately."

He Shenyan gave him a middle finger expressionlessly, which actually made the latter's smile grow even brighter. He seemed to sigh sadly: "Old Sithorne has been waiting for you for a long time, why are you here now?"

"If possible, I really want to never have to see you again, but why did you, such a bastard, throw your crappy book to the earth again?"

"You can't blame me."

Sithorn spread his hands and shook his head innocently: "The Book of Darkness is just a book. I can't move it, and it has no will of its own. You should blame the meteorite that brought it back to Earth.

."

"Then swear to me, you didn't arrange that meteorite."

Sithorn looked away.

He started to whistle, the tune was very familiar, it was the opening song of Tom and Jerry. The cheerful tune made He Shenyan's mental body squint, and his mental body faithfully simulated the physical condition. There were veins on his forehead.

muster.

Just when he was about to say something, Sithorn spoke first: "I noticed that you plan to hold a memorial service for your friend Wanda, dear Ho."

Sithorn stood up from the sofa with a smile, bowed to He Shenyan, and said in a cheerful tone like a clown: "But she's not dead yet."

He Shenyan just looked at him coldly.

He has dealt with Sithorn many times. This guy's nature can be summed up in three words: a happy person. He is an extremely pure happy person. In addition to being principled and never interfering in the world with his own hands, he has nothing else.

He doesn't care at all.

As long as this thing can bring him enough pleasure, Sithorn is even willing to slap himself in the face.

He has done this many times, such as that time in 1973. A group of cultists held the Dark Book and tried to summon him to destroy the world. They were encircled and suppressed by the British army and the Kama Taj wizards who came to support them.

After struggling for five days, when the number of deaths finally reached the requirement of the spell in the Dark God Book, Sithorn really arrived.

Then he left.

The cultists looked at each other in confusion, with Sithorne's words still echoing in their ears: "I'm allergic to destroying the world lately."

Then they died.

"What you're about to say next had better be something I'm particularly interested in and particularly satisfied with, Sithorne. Otherwise, I'll throw your TV broadcast outlet right off the face of the earth."

"Thirty years."

He immediately began to bargain, his attitude almost begging. Even the appearance of the handsome white-haired man changed.

She turned into a cute girl holding a parasol and wearing a red Lolita-style skirt. She looked at her cheeks and said in Japanese with a cute voice: "Please!"

"...Don't you have any bottom line at all?"

Sithorn shook his head innocently, tilting his head to look very cute.

He Shenyan sighed: "...for twenty years, I will only harm those guys who want to kill people with the Dark God Book."

"make a deal!"

Sithorn immediately nodded, and the girl's form disappeared again, returning to the image of the white-haired man. He smiled without any image: "Your friend is not dead, she is in another parallel universe being troubled by a group of ghosts from the past.

"

He Shenyan frowned.

Now, he had to consider another thing.
Chapter completed!