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Chapter 1278: "The disappearance of Hui Bai."

"...Su Qing is back." Lu Shu whispered.

Su Mingan looked at Xi Ting: "I'll leave first and come back later."

Xiting acquiesced.

Su Ming'an and Lu Shu left the palace and came to the back garden of the castle. Under the green ivy, Su Qing, wearing a crimson windbreaker, was waiting by the wall.

"I asked you to go to Hongta before. Did you find out anything?" Su Mingan said.

"I checked, there is no one named Hui Bai in Hongta Country." Su Qing spread his hands: "What's even more bizarre is that the name 'Su Liujin' has never been heard of in the entire Hongta Royal Family."

Su Mingan was surprised and asked, "That is to say, in just four days, no one has remembered who Su Liujin and Hui Bai are?"

Su Qing nodded: "Yes. I also stopped by Samanthi University to ask around, but there is no doctoral supervisor named Hui Bi there. I checked the canteen's consumption records, but there was no record of you buying watercress and coriander that day."

"I didn't buy watercress and coriander..."

Su Qing bit the chocolate bar and said calmly, "Just understand what I mean - someone is deliberately erasing all traces of you and the Hui family, even the canteen consumption records are not spared."

"What about Hui Mo, Hui Chi and Hui Zi?"

"The leader of the Wheel of Fortune has been replaced. I don't know where Hui Mo has gone. As for Hui Chi, I don't know if it was because he violated something, so the Lord killed him personally. The information about Hui Zi is too confidential, so I didn't find out."

"..." Su Ming'an frowned. He thought he had everything under control. The next step was to start farming in the land of the dead, expand his power little by little, and finally fight the God of the End of All Things. But he found that someone was actually erasing Su Liujin's traces.

Who is targeting him?

What he felt now was the same feeling as when he noticed ten major setbacks in the old days, a feeling of weightlessness.

As he lowered his head in thought, he heard a quarrel behind him.

He looked back and saw that it was Fuen and Aini. The two probably couldn't stand the depressing atmosphere in the hall and ran out.

"You guy, haven't you given up on the successor selection tonight? You look like a loser, and you still want to compete with me." Fu En pointed at Aini with disdain.

"Then can you compare with Tianyu? She is from the sky plane and can kill you in an instant with just one finger. Why do you stay?" Aini responded disdainfully.

"The Mother Goddess doesn't choose people based on who is the strongest, but who has the highest degree of compatibility. Why can't I stay?" Fu En retorted.

"Then why can't I stay?"

"You're just looking so nonchalant? Haha. Let me tell you, I've got the photo with my idol Si Que, and you didn't even have a chance to say a word." Fu En showed off the photo in his hand. He had just taken it with the fake Si Que, and he had already believed it to be real.

"Hmph. What the hell is Si Que! You think you're so great just by taking a photo with me? You're not even a bit comparable to my knight." Eni injured the enemy by a thousand and lost eight hundred of his own.

"You? Your knight? It makes me laugh to death. He looks okay, but he is not even as good as Si Que on a single feather." Fu En was so proud and complacent that he had no idea that he was picking up sesame seeds and losing watermelons.

The two of them quarreled childishly, comparing their strength and intelligence. Finally, Fu En pointed at Aini's nose and sneered, "My father and mother both love me. I am the most favored child. And you, a prince with no support, your father has already abandoned you, you motherless guy!"

Aini seemed to have touched upon something, and suddenly became furious, and slapped him.

Fu En originally thought that he had said too much, but he was slapped and fell several times, and he was instantly angry. The guards behind him rushed up, but he stopped them. He covered his face, stared at Aini and said fiercely: "Don't attack, I want to fight this guy fairly!"

Su Mingan leaned against the wall, silently watching the two childish guys fighting each other, but saw Qi Jue passing by by chance.

Qi Jue was wearing iron-gray knight armor, with a few strands of sparkling green hair showing under the helmet. He was directing several guards to load the goods onto the carriage.

"What are you doing?" Su Mingan asked.

Qi Jue took off his helmet, revealing a sunny and cheerful face, and replied with a smile: "Nice to see you again, Mr. Si Que. I am preparing the tribute for the Lord."

Su Mingan didn't expect that the Lord of the World had such a strong ruling power that he even had to pay tribute to the Hell Plane: "What will happen if you don't give it?"

Qi Jue still had a smile on his face, but he said something very scary: "He will be killed. The Lord of the World is a greedy devil. Anyone who dares to resist will be wiped out by him. Have you heard that he recently killed his godfather with his own hands? My God, it's hard to imagine what a tyrannical person he is."

Despite saying this, the expression on his face remained warm and gentle.

Su Mingan weighed it in his mind. The Lord even killed Hui Chi. Cooperating with him would be like courting death. Such a person is too scary. He changed the subject: "I didn't expect you to be a knight, Qi Jue."

"Yes, I am loyal to the Alita royal family. The current Lord of the Undead, Xiting Alita, is my lord." Qi Jue smiled and stroked his chest with one hand: "Prince Fuen, whom you just met, is the object of my loyalty. I have watched him grow up since he was a child. If he has offended me in any way, I hope you will forgive me."

"Your prince was beaten so badly, didn't you do anything?"

"This is necessary growth." Qi Jue was still smiling: "He was spoiled by his parents and thought that everything in the world belonged to him. The only person he wanted to see was you. I once heard him whispering in his dream at night, wanting you to pat his head... I hope you can forgive his arrogance. He was bullied when he was a child. Fortunately, I became his knight."

"Huh?" Su Ming'an was surprised. Wasn't Fu En spoiled by his father, the king, and his mother, the queen? How could he be bullied?

At this time, Ah Du whispered, "...An-chan. I have checked some things. It is his father who bullied him. You know how chaotic the royal family is."

Su Mingan suddenly understood.

He also understood a little bit why Fu En was a little twisted. The person who loved him the most had such an idea of ​​him. And he had no choice but to rely on love to survive.

Fortunately, Qi Jue became a knight of Fuen, giving him someone to rely on.

"Oh, right, the signature..." Qi Jue remembered something important.

At Qi Jue's strong request, Su Ming'an signed several black fairy tales in Qi Jue's collection. Su Ming'an's handwriting was neat and tidy, without the flamboyant feeling of Si Que, but Qi Jue felt like he had found a treasure and stuffed the books into his chest.

"I'm a sugar glider and can hide on my body." Qi Jue explained with a smile, tearing open the skin on his chest, stuffing the books in one by one, and then putting on the knight's armor.

Su Mingan was stunned... He actually carried Si Que's book with him. Luo Vasa was indeed a hidden talent.

"By the way." When Su Mingan was about to go back, Qi Jue called out from behind.

Su Mingan turned around.

"What do you think of the Goddess of Life?" Qi Jue said.

Su Mingan knew that most people in the Hell Plane believed in the Demon Mother Goddess and the Goddess of Life, gods of order. Anyone who dared to believe in them would be burned to death. He considered his words and said, "He is very popular on the surface plane, but everyone in the Hell Plane hates Him. Those nobles want to destroy everything about Him. Personally, I don't care."

"Hmm." Qi Jue touched his chin.

After a while, seeing that Fu En was about to be beaten to death by Aini, Qi Jue stepped forward to stop the fight.

Fu En grimaced in pain and pointed at Aini: "Qi Jue, you teach him a lesson!"

“No.” Qi Jue stopped him directly: “Your Highness, this is a fair duel. Even though I am your knight, I cannot help you fight.”

Qi Jue's words worked. Fu En grumbled a few times, but finally stopped making trouble. He glared at Aini and said, "Forget it, you win. I'm going back to the banquet."

Fu En directly pulled Qi Jue back.

"Qi Jue, I want to drink grape juice."

"Okay, I'll prepare it for you."

"Qi Jue, get me some more prayers to the Mother Goddess."

"Okay. But didn't you say you wanted to believe in the goddess of life?"

"That's because you promote the Goddess of Life to me every day. You're really a freak from the plane of hell. But I don't mind. I don't care who I believe in."

"Then let me tell you about the teachings of the Goddess of Life..."

The figures, one big and one small, gradually walked away.

Aini made a "tsk" sound and walked back unhappily.

On the way, they heard two nobles who came out for some fresh air discussing Vorn. Aini immediately stopped to eavesdrop, as he was very interested in his competitors.

"That little guy must be Prince Vorn." The woman holding the feather fan looked into the distance.

"This little prince is no ordinary person. It is said that when he was eight years old, he slipped in the castle and almost fell to his death. As a result, the goddess of life descended and rescued him. This is the first time in a thousand years that the goddess of life has performed a miracle in the Hell Plane."

"If it were on the surface, this would be a good thing. Unfortunately, this is the Hell Plane, and this kind of thing is a taboo. If it were an ordinary family, Fu En would have been dragged out and burned to death. Fortunately, his knight Qi Jue pleaded with Xi Ting."

"It's great to have such a doting father and such a protective knight. This little prince really grew up in a honey pot."

"If I become the messenger of the Demon Mother Goddess, I will be a winner in life. Hey, why would the Goddess of Life come to save an eight-year-old child?"

"I don't know. The elves on the surface have been offering sacrifices for a thousand years, but the goddess of life has never appeared. But she descended to save a child. It's really strange..."

……

Su Mingan returned to the hall. The fake Si Que had already left, but the scientist man was still there, sitting on a chair in the corner drinking alone.

Su Mingan walked over.

A shadow fell on the man, and a voice floated up from his sparse white hair: "...Get out of here, no matter who you are, don't humiliate me for the sake of supporting Si Que anymore."

It seemed that the man's questioning just now did not produce any good results, but instead caused more nobles to humiliate the man.

...This is the downside of the spotlight effect. Even if Si Que herself has no ill will towards men, there will always be people who will use the name of Si Que to attract hatred everywhere, making people think that the person in the spotlight is deliberately guiding the fan circle.

"Ran Bo, I'm very interested in your science of protoplasm chips and would like to invest in your research." Su Mingan shook his glass: "Can you introduce it to me?"

The man's dark eyes brightened, then quickly darkened again: "Haha, forget it, I've seen this kind of ridicule before. Listen to me first, and then you belittle me as worthless."

A gifted scientist, whose life's work was wasted, was demoted to this extent just for wanting an answer.

Su Mingan sat down next to him.

Some people noticed this place, but no one came over. In their eyes, Su Mingan was just an unknown person who supported Prince Ai'er. However, some noble ladies valued Su Mingan's appearance and came over to secretly inquire about his marriage.

After a while, seeing the noble lady walking back and forth beside Su Mingan, Ran Bo, who had been drinking alone, gradually raised his head and reluctantly looked at Su Mingan. Perhaps he felt the intimacy emanating from Su Mingan, and Ran Bo said the first words that could be communicated:

"Are you really interested in my research?"

He had been deceived too many times and had long since decided not to hold out any hope, but what if... what if someone was really interested this time?

Even if I am humiliated again, it will only be one hundred plus one.

"Tell me about it." Su Mingan said.

He was indeed interested. After all, he was a person who dared to delve into science and technology in the midst of the great flow of creation. If he could dig into his own power, it would be equivalent to having a scientific research foundation.

Ran Bo put down his wine glass and muttered:
"Well, you've asked the right person. I'm the top figure in the field of biology. Long before that, I was a professor at Tasilik University in the Central Kingdom... Back then, Si Que wrote down all my life's work. I wanted to question him with thousands of pieces of research waste paper, but I was intercepted on the way - people thought I wanted to take revenge on him, or even assassinate him."

"Then, there is the endless online violence by radicals...rumors, personal attacks, slander, gossip...People don't care whether those things are taken out of context or not, they will just vent their anger on an imaginary criminal."

"I was forced to leave Tasriq University because rumors were spread that I was having an affair... All this happened just because I complained about something and people got angry."

"Why? Why is it like this? They would rather care about a few more words Si Que wrote today than my lifelong scientific research achievements. I just want an answer."

His hair seemed to have turned a bit greyer, and the bitterness in his eyes was hard to dispel:
"...Okay, let's talk about the original chip. This is an area I am proud of. Our team's idea is to take out the dramatic memory lens and study it from a scientific perspective..."

Ran Bo talked about his achievements.

——Use the Drama Memory Lens to create life.

He believes that the essence of the Drama Memory Lens is "primitive", similar to the concept of the original, and combined with the biological field, it can become life. Creation is fabricated out of thin air, while science is the use of biological genes for targeted cultivation.

Su Mingan casually took a bunch of protective props Hui Bai bought for him, such as dragon scales and devil horns, as a deposit. Ran Bo believed that Su Mingan had the financial resources and quietly took out a small wooden box.

“This is the achievement I’m most proud of so far.”