On the right side of the courtyard is a small shop that extends outward, a Tibetan grandmother wrapped in a headscarf is looking at the stall, she is dressed in a navy blue embroidered gown, wearing a lot of finely carved silver jewelry on her hands, about fifty years old, the outline of the eyebrows and eyes can also see a little beauty left by the past, presumably this grandmother is the owner of the homestay.

On the stall were some souvenirs with ethnic characteristics, as well as items such as rhodiola capsules and oxygen masks that slow down altitude sickness.

"Welcome, there are silver rings, earrings, earrings, necklaces and everything, girls come and see?"

Grandma's inquiry came, and He Manzhou finally came back to his senses from the messy memories.

Everything in the illusion seems so illusory, but the end of the illusory always reveals some truth.

For example, the halfway sacrifice in the temple overlapped, and many details were shown in their original form, which was actually more profound than the pictures He Manzhou had seen in Zhaohui Mountain, and she also had a clearer trace of the grievances between the Black Saintess and the little princess, or rather, the outrageous lie of the ancient country of Loulan.

The two of them once spent a period of time with each other, just like twin flowers, supporting each other and nourishing each other, becoming the most brilliant twin sisters in Loulan that year. It was an innate glory, and it was also a brightness that was unparalleled in the world, unlike anyone else, not even the twelve concubines, and it was the glory that only belonged to the Black Saint and the little princess.

The little princess is a collection of thousands of favors, representing the royal family's greatest belief in the gods, so she specially joined the twelve concubines, and therefore she has lived in the temple since she was a child and followed her sister. At that time, she was naïve and ignorant, and her superior background destined her to be different from those commoners, and she should be worthy of any beauty.

And the Black Saintess carries the ruins of the gods and also enjoys all the sacrifices. If the twelve maidens were destined to sacrifice all their allegiance to the god of war, this was a sacrifice that had to be made, and they gave their lives only to bring the Black Saintess closer to the gods, summon the Tower of Babel, which could connect to the gods, and wait for the final arrival of the goddess.

As the high priest said—

"The twelve concubines are the most loyal servants of the gods, and you, the two of you, are the embodiment of the gods. ”

It's like the people who bow down in the illusion.

In their minds, these girls are gods.

Unfortunately, all this was wrong from the beginning.

The lies of the high priest are the nourishment for these sinful flowers, and no matter how gorgeous and delicate they are, they can only bloom into sin in the end. When those dark and negative factors accumulate enough, they completely explode in an instant, and then summon the birth of the evil god with resentment, and the death of a certain history as the price of this epic disaster.

So much so that in the end, the entire Loulan was scattered in the yellow sand, becoming an unspeakable secret.

Become a nightmare that can't be revived from.

In addition, what really surprised He Manzhou was the opaque darkness.

The sound of ticking water echoed in her ears like hypnosis, and the illusion was only a few seconds, but it seemed to have some mysterious power to lead He Manzhou to experience the depression and despair that the girl in the cave had felt. The faltering candle flame reflected a dull yellow light, giving the girl a few seconds of clarity, as if everything was still turning around.

But all hope is false.

Like a cursed fate, it is impossible to break free, and the light that exists for a short time is destined to be lost in darkness. It was irresistible, and it was part of the High Priest's plan, but it was hidden so far that no clues were revealed.

Presumably, from the moment the girl was sent to the cave, she had already seen through her fate, and she would let out a sigh that was almost powerless.

Until the moment when the candle flame was finally extinguished, only bitter despair remained.

The fragments of the past are constantly patched together, as if the memories buried deep in He Manzhou's mind have been dug up, and the dust left over from those years has surfaced, making many things that have been ignored gradually clear. Two forces struggled in her consciousness, one representing the goodness that had not yet been consumed, and the other representing the malice clamoring to destroy the world.

........ Should the wrath of the gods be appeased, and the endless cycle of reincarnation should come to an end?

No, why.

It was like a curse, and the beautiful woman whispered a whispering chuckle through the clouds.

She condescendingly looked at the salient ants, and also issued a blatant sarcasm at the owner of the body.

What are you struggling with, can you escape all this on your own?

Why don't you surrender to me?

You are me, I am you.

These two sharp interrogations came through the wind, and sank all the way from the void to the bottom of He Manzhou's heart, or the woman questioned not the ignorant He Manzhou, but the girl who bore all the disasters and malice back then. He Manzhou could feel the struggle, like the eyes of a god suddenly opened.

Where the place where the god is buried comes from, it may be the end of nothingness.

For example, the cave in the fantasy world.

When he heard the sound of the water circling back and forth, He Manzhou's first reaction was to think of the Tower of Babel summoned by Chaohui Mountain, the secret passage hidden in the shrine behind the mysterious ancient temple, but it was obvious that the location in the illusion was not there. Although it is often too subjective to judge the truth of something with a sixth sense or intuition, there is a strange resonance in the depths of He Manzhou's soul, as if he is invisibly verifying something.

The distinction is subtle, but clear.

In the illusion of Zhaohui Mountain, He Manzhou felt resistance and attraction, and even a call from the depths of his soul, especially when he saw the lotus pond, it seemed to indicate that something was beginning to wake up. And in the illusion just now, the darkness that could not be dissolved was especially long, and the final point was actually death.

Not to mention, the totems on the walls are extremely unfamiliar with the candle flames reflecting the shadows. Although he couldn't confirm where the cave was, He Manzhou knew that it was definitely not the place where she had been to awaken the gods summoned by the Tower of Babel, but the source of all the disasters in the ancient kingdom of Loulan.

If it weren't for the temple in the Tower of Babel, where would that cave be?

And the dark blue crystal coffin, what kind of conspiracy is hidden behind this?

"Original...... The truth is that I am the victim. ”

That sigh was extremely light and light, but it involved all of He Manzhou's sensitive nerves, making her heart tremble. What does the so-called victim mean, and who is the girl who was taken as a victim?

He Manzhou couldn't help but follow these broken clues to guess, her first reaction was the little princess of Loulan, but it didn't seem to be quite right, where had she seen the last flash of light, was it the night pearl that was as beautiful as the bright moon? What happened to the ancient country of Loulan back then?

What was the beginning of the disaster, and what is the final mystery?

These answers are about to come out, and they seem to be separated by a terrible fog that will not be dispersed.

........

In the moment when He Manzhou shook his mind, a family of three not far away finally made a wish with the fire.

The father held the little girl's fleshy little hand with one hand, and put the other arm on his wife's waist, already discussing how to arrange this rare vacation. The little girl looked east and west, and her pace was still swaying, and she was pulled back a little by her father.

The pine and cypress wood burned out in the tongue of fire, and the fire was a little more vigorous.

It turns out that those messy memories that have passed through thousands of years have overlapped again and again, as if they want to drag people into the abyss and completely devour them, and completely fall into a catastrophe from which they will never recover. And when He Manzhou finally woke up from the illusion and suppressed the terrible evil thoughts that were surging in his heart, he found that it was only three or five sentences, and it was only a small piece of wood burned out.

Seeing that the grandmother with the headscarf was still waiting for an answer, He Manzhou hurriedly waved his hand.

"No, thank you. ”

The suspended space-time returned to normal, as if nothing had happened.

Tsering Gesang gestured in the direction of He Manzhou and Bai Yicong, greeted him silently, and signaled that he wanted to go over there. Then he walked up to the grandmother with the navy blue turban, exchanged a few words in the local dialect, as if talking about something, and then walked back in front of them.

"You guys settle here tonight, because there is a shortage of rooms, there are no more separate rooms, I greeted the boss and got a luxury suite for you. Well, it's the one with the golden wooden sign. ”

Tsering Gesang said as he pouted in the direction of the left bevel.

"There is a two-bedroom, a living room and a bathroom inside, and the check-in fee is 699 yuan, which has won the lowest price for you. Each room is equipped with a luxurious queen bed, and there is also a separate bathtub, saffron is provided free of charge, you can soak in a special Tibetan bath, which is very suitable for couples, as for how to arrange...... It's up to the two of you to decide. ”

For the ambiguous smile of Ren Gesang last time, He Manzhou's cleverness and cleverness were vividly played at this inappropriate time, and soon heard the extraneous sound from Tsering Gesang's unspoken words, especially the ambiguous elongation of the end of the words, as if inadvertently metaphoring something inappropriate for children, which really made people have to think about it.

She felt so good at fantasizing that sometimes it was really not a good thing, so much so that she blushed before she could open her mouth.

"Hey, little brat, what weird things are you thinking about, don't use your crooked brains to maliciously speculate on others, okay, people who don't even have girlfriends, do you know how others fall in love?"

"Am I maliciously speculating on you?" Tsering Gesang raised his eyebrows with interest, "I didn't say anything, where did you think of it, why don't you say what you think, let me tell you whether this counts as malicious speculation?"

He Manzhou: "........"

Forget it, forget it, why bother with children at this time.

Take a step back and you're done.