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The funerals of Sheng Yuan and Shi Yan were very simple.

Those present were relatives and friends who were relatively familiar with each other.

It was drizzling and the sky was gloomy.

In front of the tombstone, everyone was dressed in black and stood under umbrellas.

Fu Jie in the second row received a call. Dama closed his eyes forever because he refused to eat.

Ever since Shi Yan sent the cat to Fu Jie's place after Sheng Yuan fell ill, Daman has been in low spirits. This cat is too smart. Perhaps it has sensed something, but it has hidden all the cat food, making people mistakenly believe that it is eating normally every day.

After hanging up the phone, Fu Jie closed his eyelashes slightly and said in a low voice: "When a person leaves, even a cat cannot be kept."

With his other hand, he tightly grasped the rope of the collar, because the sturdy gray wolf beside him kept rushing towards the tombstone, emitting low or roaring whimpers from its mouth, and the whole wolf was spinning in place, extremely anxious.

"Xiao Man, be obedient."

Fu Jie couldn't bear to watch, but he had no choice but to tighten his grip.

Suddenly.

Xiaoman stopped struggling and turned his head to look towards an empty place. His eyes were bright and focused on that direction.

Fu Jie noticed that before he could look in the direction Xiaoman was looking, he stopped turning.

It was as if it was paused by pressing a button——

Everyone, including Fu Jie, stopped where they were. Fine raindrops hovered in the air, the sound of the wind disappeared, and the whole world became still.

Two people appeared in the direction Xiaoman had been looking.

An old man in a long robe and a beard, and a frail girl with short hair.

The girl was wearing gloves. She walked to Xiaoman who was also frozen, half squatted, raised her hand and touched the wolf's furry head, and said in a friendly tone: "Xiaoman, long time no see, do you remember me, I'm Sister Yueya."

The robed elder stood in front of the tombstones of Sheng Yuan and Shi Yan and sighed heavily: "What a rare pair of children of destiny."

Children of luck are rare to find, and even rarer to find in pairs.

It's really regrettable.

"Uncle Master, this is all my fault."

Yueya withdrew her hand, stood up, and said with a guilty look on her face: "If it weren't for me, my father wouldn't have opened the passage to the secret realm for a human with evil intentions."

Yueya's father and the elder in long robe were originally fellow apprentices.

The elder in the long robe is called Yi, and the junior fellow is called Jing.

In human language, they are honored as "Gods".

Having lived for countless thousands of years, the duty of Xi and Jing is to maintain order in the world they are responsible for. They have the right to control and distribute the destiny of mankind, but the use of this power is subject to strict regulations and measures.

This standard and measurement is like a balance. Once one side is too heavy or too light, the balance, or the world, will at best undergo major changes or at worst completely collapse.

As "gods", they are not always high and mighty. They are real people in every world they are responsible for. They can customize their own lives, including but not limited to identity, occupation, and appearance.

They are also not free because they need to conceal their identities and strictly abandon all their desires.

Greed, material desire, love desire, etc.

The two brothers have been doing well all along, but one day, the younger brother Jing secretly developed lust for love. He fell in love with a woman from another world, blocked the surveillance of the Heavenly Dao, married her, and had a child with her.

The woman was an ordinary person. Jing Si not only exposed her identity, but also fed her a lot of luck from deceased people. The woman became more and more greedy and demanded more and more luck.

The world is out of balance, and this matter can no longer be concealed.

Jingze cowardly fled down the world.

For hundreds of years, Jing has been looking for his daughter Yueya in various worlds, but Yueya has been hiding from Jing.

After Jing knew this, he was no longer obsessed with meeting Yueya and just watched Yueya from a distance.

He didn't know that Yueya was not avoiding him as her father only out of hatred, but also because as a living being that should not have been born, she carried something very contradictory and unstable.

Anyone who gets close to the crescent moon will either be extremely lucky or extremely unlucky.

Crescent Moon is destined to be alone.

Yi was angry at what his junior brother Jing did, but after all, they had been brothers for many years. While Yi was angry at Jing's lack of fighting spirit, he was also heartbroken. He took Yueya in into the world he controlled and kept the existence of Yueya a secret from Tiandao.

First, Yueya is innocent, and second, Yueya is kind by nature.

Hearing Yueya's regretful words, Yi sighed slightly: "Fortunately, it is still not too late to save a child of luck."

Yueya nodded: "Master, please tell me what you need me to do."

"I do need you, Yueya. You have the ability to predict the future of mankind and have the potential to become a 'god'. I really need a carrier like this to go into the virtual space with me and see if I can find the son of destiny."

Speaking of.

Yi flipped his hand under his robe, and suddenly light surrounded Yi and Yueya.

Just a moment.

The consciousness of the two people left their bodies and came to the virtual space.

"Yueya, let's split up and look for it."

Crescent Moon: "Okay."

After a moment, a surprised voice came: "I found it! The consciousness of the Blue Flower's true body, the Son of Fate! I found Shi Yan!"

Yueya was happy too. She hurriedly followed the direction of Yi and then she found her uncle’s figure. She ran over, but saw Yi standing there with a lost look on his face. There was no one around him.

"Uncle-master, where is Shi Yan?" Yueya asked.

He shook his head: "He ignored me and his consciousness disappeared."

"Ignored you?"

"Well, I told him he still had a chance to survive, but he looked at me and disappeared, and then I couldn't find him anymore." Yi said solemnly, "We can't delay any longer. If we delay any longer, his consciousness will completely dissipate, and then it will be too late."

Yueya lowered her head, thought for a moment, then raised her head and shouted, "Sheng Yuan! So you are here?!"

I was wondering where Sheng Yuan was.

A figure appeared behind the two people.

It was the inkstone at that time.

The man's lips were pale and his voice was dry: "Where is she?"

Yueya looked apologetic: "I'm sorry, Shi Yan, for tricking you out in this way. Sheng Yuan...is gone."

Shi Yan's face turned cold and he turned around and was about to disappear again.

Yi reminded: "Shi Yan, you really don't have much time left to revive!?"

Shi Yan turned a deaf ear to it.

Yueya shouted at Shi Yan's back: "Sheng Yuan is still alive! Shi Yan, don't you care about this?" (End of this chapter)