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Yu Beiming patiently explained to the white-haired girl:

"I'm sorry, but I'm really not your brother. Even if, as you said, our auras are slightly similar, it's just a coincidence. I'm over a thousand years old, and I remember all my past events clearly. I know clearly that I'm not the one you're looking for."

"You...are already over a thousand years old?"

"Yes, I came to this world eight hundred years ago. Before that, I was in another world, and it was impossible for me to know you."

"Really?" The light in the white-haired girl's eyes slowly dimmed, leaving only a deep sense of loss.

She sighed faintly: "You are such an honest person. If you are willing to deceive me, you can get a lot of benefits."

Yu Beiming said truthfully: "I know how tormenting a long wait is, and I also know how unforgettable it is to miss someone, so I don't want to lie to you."

"How can you understand? Unless you have experienced a long wait like me, and have a deep longing."

Her deep gaze met Yu Beiming's eyes, and in just a moment, she seemed to understand something: "You really didn't lie to me."

"But if you are not my brother, then where is my brother?" Her tone was filled with deep disappointment and a sadness that had lasted for a thousand years.

Seeing that she was still able to communicate, Yu Beiming took the opportunity to ask, "Can you release Cao Zhen and my cat?"

Enshi also quickly followed up: "Please ask the gods to lift the curse on our clan!"

The girl did not answer Yu Beiming's words, but instead set her eyes on Enshi: "Can you help me find my brother? If you can find my brother, I will lift the curse. If you can't find him, and my brother can't come back..."

The girl's tone suddenly turned cold: "If you want to be forgiven, you have to wait until the true God returns to his position."

Enshi said, "But aren't you a god?"

"I can only be considered a later god at best." The girl said, "The original true god was my brother. He was the former god of the snowy mountains. It was you who pulled him down from the altar with your own hands!"

Enshi stuttered, "But...but the county annals clearly record the white-haired girl who is the reincarnation of the Snow Mountain God. Isn't it... isn't it you?"

"Me?" She looked down blankly and examined herself. "Back then, after my brother died, I climbed up the Goddess Peak with great difficulty, hoping to find the legendary snow lotus and revive my brother. I dug every inch of snow on the top of the mountain, and my hands were almost rotten, but I still couldn't find the snow lotus."

“Hahahaha…” Her desolate laughter stirred up a blizzard, sweeping the two tiny humans, Enshi and Fu Jun, dozens of meters away.

Her sad voice wrapped in the wind and snow fell into the ears of Yu Beiming and Sang Feiwan:

“Later I found out that the snow lotus I was trying so hard to find was actually me!”

"What a irony! I don't even know that I am a flower or a medicine, but I am still searching foolishly. How can I find it?"

Sang Feiwan vaguely deduced the truth of that year from those few words:

"So, the Snow Mountain God who came to the human world to transcend the calamity was reincarnated as Zhao Xinglan. And you are the snow lotus that grew on the snowy peak?"

“But if the Snow Mountain God is just going through a catastrophe, even if he dies from being pierced through the heart by thousands of arrows, he will return to his divine position after death and will not dissipate.”

"If you want to find your brother, you must know the reason for his disappearance." Sang Feiwan vaguely felt that he seemed to be on the verge of discovering the truth of that year, but he was still missing some clues.

"Why did you disappear?"

"That's right." Sang Feiwan nodded, "Did your brother leave you any clues?"

"A clue?" The white-haired girl spread out her palms, and a ball of white light appeared in the palms.

"This is the only remaining spirit of my brother. His last message to me was for me to be the god here in his place and wait for his return."

That ball of light looks like a glowing snowball, but if you look closely, you can see stars inside, colorful and full of powerful aura.

"So I've been waiting for my brother to come back." The white-haired girl glanced at Yu Beiming, a little disappointed, "I really thought you were my brother. But you're right, you're not. If you were him, his soul wouldn't be completely unresponsive. I've been waiting for too long, I've become confused."

Sang Feiwan said: "The soul also preserves memories. If we can go in and see the truth of that year, maybe we can find out why the Snow Mountain God disappeared, and also figure out whether He will come back."

Enshu said, "I tried, but I couldn't see it. Besides, I basically know everything my brother did to Zhao Xinglan."

"What you saw may not be the whole truth!" Sang Feiwan said, "That is the memory of the gods, and you definitely can't just see it casually. But if you see it in a dream, you can see it."

"Into a dream? Mortals have dreams, how can gods have dreams?"

"The dreams of gods are more obscure, hidden somewhere in the middle of the soul, and very difficult to find. Even if you find it, you can't just pry into it. And my master happens to have a unique skill of entering dreams and weaving dreams. If you are willing to believe, I can use the method of entering dreams to find the truth that was hidden back then."

"Wanwan, this is too risky!" Yu Beiming knew that Sang Feiwan's master had the method of entering dreams and weaving dreams.

At the beginning, after Gu Qingchen died, he used his last thoughts to weave a dream for Sang Feiwan, explaining the grievances of the previous generation.

This kind of dream is safe because it is left by the dreamer voluntarily, and you can enter and check it out at will.

But the situation is different now!

"Wanwan, the memories in the remaining soul of the Snow Mountain God have not been sorted out and woven. If you barge in rashly, once you are discovered by the owner of the dream, he will regard you as an intruder and kill you in the dream. Even if it is just a little bit of remaining soul, this soul was once a god, and in his dream, its strength is even stronger!"

"I won't let them find out." Sang Feiwan said, "It has come to this point, we have to make sure everything comes out."

"Bei Ming, you stay outside for me, just like you did last night. If I don't come out after an hour, you can use the red bean bell to call me out."

"Late night!"

"It's okay, don't worry."

Yu Beiming couldn't persuade her and could only agree to protect her.

"Wanwan, you must be careful. Be sure not to be discovered by the owner of the dream, and don't get hurt in the dream."

"Ah."

Sang Feiwan didn't say much. He sat cross-legged in the snow, and with a "whoosh", his soul sank into the white ball of light.

To be on the safe side, Yu Beiming specially set up a powerful protective barrier to firmly cover Sang Feiwan and the ball of soul light floating in front of her.

As the barrier unfolded, his heart surged with blood, and a trace of blood flowed from the corners of his lips.

If it is an ordinary barrier, it actually doesn't take up too much spiritual power.

But Yu Beiming always had a bad premonition, fearing that Sang Feiwan would be in danger, so he cast the Spirit Dragon Knot. Under such a barrier, even the power of the gods could not break through at will.

Enshu said: "You really have divine power. Even if you are not my brother's reincarnation, you must have obtained other opportunities. But why are you so weak? Being strong yet weak is too contradictory."

Yu Beiming raised his hand and wiped the blood from the corner of his lips: "This has nothing to do with you."

Enshu said, "It has nothing to do with me? But I know a secret about that black cat."

"Little Black? What secret does it have?"

"It's about the secrets of the past life."

"..."