Whitewash that High Priest [System]

This book is only less than one centimeter thick, and the cover is made of a slightly harder black paper. Although the paper inside the book is not as strong as the cover, it is not fragile.

Ji Feng frowned slightly, flipping the book with his fingers, his gaze swept along with the pages, never letting go of any corner.

Compared with the flipping through the book when he just got it, Ji Feng flipped through it more carefully this time, but he still came to the same conclusion as last time.

Ji Feng pursed his lips, took out the staff from his arms, controlled a trace of divine power, and let it slowly cover the surface of the book.

Yingying's white light looked extremely soft, but to Ji Feng's disappointment, the white light had no intention of penetrating into the book at all.

After persisting for a while, Ji Feng put down his staff, and the white light dissipated into the air.Ji Feng opened the book. Although he was prepared, he was still a little disappointed when he saw that the paper in the book was still blank.

He sighed a little, his brows furrowed tighter and tighter.

The books left behind by the previous God Envoy were indeed not so easy to read.

However, this is more of a challenge.

Ji Feng raised his eyebrows, the gloom on his face disappeared, and instead he showed a little eagerness to try.

Sir Ren who was sitting by the side was still practicing those spells seriously, Ji Feng only glanced at it, then looked away again.

If the divine power is not enough, what about his blood?

Ji Feng thought of the method he used to obtain this book, hesitated for a moment, then bit his index finger, and dripped a drop of blood on the cover page of the book.

The bright red blood bead stayed firmly on the black cover. Ji Feng waited for a while, but there was no sign of the blood seeping in. He shook the book slightly, but suddenly found that the bead of blood followed him. It shook and rolled slightly.

Only then did Ji Feng notice that, let alone absorbing it, the drop of blood did not leave any stain on the cover of the book at all, as if the cover of the book was waterproof.

Ji Feng pulled the animal skin aside and wiped off the blood on the cover of the book. His black eyes were fixed on the cover with the same color as his, as if he would not stop until he saw a hole in it.

After that, Ji Feng tried many other methods. He tried purification spells and other spells over and over again, and even tried roasting it with fire once, but it still didn't work.

Fortunately, this book's ability to resist blows is exceptionally strong, and it has not been tossed by the monsoon.

In the afternoon of the second day, Dabai came back from the place where the divine grass grows.

Ji Feng still stayed in his tent, staring straight at the black book.

It has been more than a day, and he still hasn't figured out how to make this book show its true face.

Just at this moment, Dabai entered the tent covered in water vapor.

It was raining lightly outside, and Dabai, who had been drenched all the way, looked a little embarrassed. Although the white hair on his body was not dirty, it was stuck together in strands due to the rain.

Ji Feng hastily pulled a piece of big animal skin, stepped forward to help Dabai dry his hair.

Dabai turned into a human body, hugged Ji Feng, rested his chin on the top of his head, and sighed comfortably, "Feng, I miss you so much."

Ji Feng couldn't help laughing, raised his head and kissed Dabai's chin, "We've only been separated for a day!"

"I know." Dabai hugged Ji Feng's arm tightly, "I don't want to be separated from you even for a minute."

If these words came from someone else's mouth, Ji Feng might only feel tired and crooked, but these words came from Dabai, and he could only hear the strong nostalgia and deep affection in Dabai's whispering tone.

Ji Feng felt warm in his heart, and his agitated mood from being tortured by the black books was also at ease. He hooked the corners of his lips, and his eyes were filled with a smile, "Coincidentally, I am too."

Dabai rubbed the top of Ji Feng's head with his chin, then slightly opened the distance between the two, and kissed without any explanation.

While lips and teeth were blending, Dabai's sharp canine teeth accidentally scratched the tip of Ji Feng's tongue, and a trace of imperceptible rust smell permeated their lips.

Something flashed through Ji Feng's mind, he gently pushed Dabai away, and licked his red and swollen lips.

Dabai seemed a little dissatisfied, he leaned forward and wanted to do it again, but Ji Feng slightly turned his head away, "Wait a minute."

After finishing speaking, Ji Feng ignored Dabai's suspicious gaze and pulled his fingers, motioning him to release his nails.

Dabai didn't know why, but he still made his nails longer and sharper.

Ji Feng carefully took Dabai's hand, opened a small slit with his finger, squeezed out a drop of blood, and let it drip on the cover of the book.

Ji Feng waited expectantly for a while, but the book still didn't respond.

He opened the book without giving up, and had to accept the result.

Dabai's blood is useless, he originally thought that the book needed the blood of a divine beast, but it seems he was mistaken.

Ji Feng put the book back to its original place in a bit of disappointment, but didn't see a thoughtful flash of Dabai's eyes. The next moment, before Ji Feng could react, Dabai turned into a beast shape.

The furry feeling suddenly appeared beside him, touching his cheek without any scruples, which startled Ji Feng, and when he came back to his senses, he realized that Dabai had turned into a snow lion.

Ji Feng looked bewildered, wondering why Dabai suddenly turned into a beast.

Dabai leaned forward and rubbed Ji Feng's cheek, stretched out a front paw to hook the animal fur coat on Ji Feng's arm, pulled his hand on the cover of the book, and then gently slid on Ji Feng's fingers. A small sip, let the blood drip a few drops on the cover page.

Ji Feng couldn't help laughing, he tried this method the day before, but unfortunately it didn't work.

Just as he was about to tell Dabai about this, he saw Dabai scratching his paw too.

The blood of one man and one lion blended together, quietly staying on the cover of the book.

Ji Feng held his breath and had a premonition in his heart that this time it might happen.

Just as he expected, after a while, the blood of the two gradually seeped into the cover page, leaving no trace in the end.

Ji Feng's eyes lit up, and he couldn't wait to open the book. There were densely packed words on the blank paper inside. When Ji Feng looked carefully, he found that these handwritings were not printed, but all handwritten.

What shocked Ji Feng the most was that these words were familiar no matter how he looked at them.

It was clearly his own handwriting, but compared to him before, these words looked a bit stiff, as if the person who wrote these words hadn't touched a pen for a long time.

Ji Feng turned to the last page of the book, and the words on this page no longer had that stiff feeling. Presumably, the words in the entire book have given the writers the feeling they used to have.

Ji Feng's brows were tightly knitted again, and he was extremely puzzled.

Does the person who wrote this book have anything to do with him?Are there really two different people who can write exactly the same handwriting in this world?

Ji Feng had a faint guess in his heart, but this guess was too mysterious, he couldn't believe it at all.

But there was another voice in his heart telling him that the truth was what he had guessed.

Ji Feng rolled his eyes and glanced at Dabai. Dabai had already turned back into a human body, and he was looking down at his hands with his head down.

There were two small wounds on his fingers, and the distance between the wounds was not far away. He gently twirled it with his thumb, a trace of bewilderment and doubt appeared on his cold face.

"Dabai." Ji Feng took Dabai's hand and used some divine power to heal the two wounds, "How do you know that this method can be successful?"

Dabai's eyes shifted from his fingers to Ji Feng's face, he looked at him in a daze, and said, "I don't know, I just feel that I should do this."

Ji Feng noticed that his body was a little stiff, and the veins on his forehead were not obviously throbbing, Dabai seemed to be feeling very uncomfortable now.

Without even thinking about it, Ji Feng sent some divine power into Dabai's body, and Dabai's complexion became a little better, "There are some things I can't remember." Dabai's expression was a little gloomy.

Ji Feng took Dabai's hand and kissed his clenched fist, "If you can't remember it, don't think about it for now, you will always remember it, don't worry about it for a while."

Dabai closed his eyes, hummed lightly and opened them again, pointing to the book that Ji Feng had opened, "Let's see, what's written in it."

Monsoon took a deep breath and nodded.

For some reason, he always felt that the contents of this book would bring him a lot of surprises, no, it might also be a shock.

Thinking of the handwriting on the book that was exactly the same as his own, Ji Feng's hand holding the book suddenly trembled.

A big hand covered the back of his hand, giving him silent comfort.

Ji Feng let out a long breath, his eyes became firm.

After all, he had to watch, he couldn't be timid before watching, not to mention, Dabai was still by his side!

Ji Feng took a moonstone and put it aside, making the light around him a little brighter.

Time passed by every minute and every second, but it took Ji Feng several hours to finish reading the thin book. Ji Feng's complexion also changed during the process of reading. Finally, after he closed the book, his expression changed. She was frozen in silence, but her black eyes were deeper than usual.

It turned out to be the case.