He Manzhou didn't know what Tsering Gesang was surprised about, and he didn't know that his crooked words actually just stung the weakness of this Tibetan teenager and made his sensitive nerves suddenly lifted. She only played a role in her whimsical dismissal, and successfully regained some face, so that the arrogant Tsering Gesang was speechless.

So Miss He raised her eyebrows, and then added generously.

"Take 10,000 steps back, if you don't have any preparation, who would dare to enter Tibet?"

He Manzhou's words obviously mean something.

After all, when he was at the airport, Tsering Gesang was still using the same words to express his contempt for these two strangers - what the Sino-Japanese joint mountaineering team can't do, you two can do it, or is it faster to dream?

Now He Manzhou deliberately took out the words that Tsering Gesang had said before to ridicule them, and ridiculed them back, and Tsering Gesang couldn't say anything, so he could only take this dumb loss stubbornly.

Or rather, his attention is no longer on these little things.

Tsering Gesang was clearly weighing something more far-reaching.

After being silent for a long time, he didn't dwell on these verbal lawsuits anymore, but just casually diverted the topic.

"Okay, since you know this, I won't go into details, then....... Shall we go in?"

He Manzhou shrugged his shoulders noncommittally and didn't say anything. However, Bai Yi's eyebrows sank slightly, and he responded in a low voice.

"Good. ”

After receiving an answer, Tsering Gesang raised his hand and pushed open the door of the courtyard.

Unlike the façade outside the courtyard, which is deliberately decorated to attract tourists and provide a place to take pictures, the interior of the courtyard is simple and decent, not so much a commercial attraction as a rather elegant homestay, with every detail full of human fireworks.

There are stone tables and stone chairs in the courtyard, quite a bit of antique taste, the blue-gray wall is clinging to the beautiful green vines, even the bleak winter can not stop the vigorous vitality, that with a touch of green, it also looks very pleasing to the eye. The courtyard with a small area is cleaned up and tidy, and several areas are deliberately divided, and there are small wooden signs hanging on the doors, which are probably the standard rooms, deluxe rooms or private customized special rooms that Tsering Gesang introduced before.

As for the center of the courtyard, there is really a mulberry furnace that Tsering Gesang said, and the first to come is a family of three, two young couples in their early thirties with a five or six-year-old girl, as if they took advantage of the Spring Festival and annual leave to travel with their families.

The mother held in her hand the kind of pine cypress that Tsering Gesang had said, wrapped in a red cloth with golden charms, carefully lit it, placed it in the mulberry furnace, and then folded her hands and silently made a wish. The smoke was swirling, and the air smelled of dry wood when it was burning, dry and good, and dispersed with the evening breeze.

The little girl was still young and didn't know much about these sacrifices or beliefs, but she just imitated her mother's appearance and clasped her hands together, closing her eyes slightly as if she wanted to make some wishes.

But she couldn't stay at all, and after a few seconds, the little girl's big bright eyes couldn't help but open a small gap, and began to peek towards the woman's body, muttering a little impatiently.

"Mom, Mom, what is this big stove for, why do we have to pray for a fire?"

"Well, Yaya, don't speak. ”

Seeing that the little daughter began to make trouble, the man who was in charge of carrying the bag on the side hurriedly stepped forward, and he hugged the little girl who was pulling her mother's sleeve and kept making trouble, and did not forget to lower her voice and explain patiently.

"This is a ritual to pray for the blessings of the gods, which can bless our family with peace and security, Yaya should not talk nonsense, if the gods hear it, it will make the gods living in the sky angry, maybe they will confiscate Yaya's snacks." ”

"That's not going to work!"

For the little girl, the biggest worry is that the food cooked in the kindergarten today is not delicious enough, and she has a nightmare when she is watched by the teacher at noon and takes a nap. The most effective threat is that my parents confiscate my favorite toys, and because they are not good enough, they can't eat the expensive but delicious pasta on weekends.

So after hearing what her father said, the active little girl suddenly quieted down, she stuck out her tongue, raised her chubby little hands to her lips, and raised her fingers to make a "shhhh

"I see, I'm not going to say anything. ”

........

At this moment, the canopy has completely darkened.

Ultraviolet rays are usually more intense in the highlands than in other places, but the temperature difference between day and night is very large, and it gets dark faster. There was also a sunset so thick that it seemed to burn the clouds and reflected half of the sky, and now the night fell quietly, and the hazy moon shadow and the stars clinged to the darkening sky, casting a bright light.

Through the lingering white smoke, many scenes became illusory.

The smell of burning wood lingered in He Manzhou's snort, and she looked at this elegant courtyard with a national style, many broken time and space gradually began to coincide, and those fragmentary memories scattered in her memory gradually became profound.

The little girl's immature voice was crisp and beautiful, still echoing in her ears.

"I see, I'm not going to say anything. ”

"I see........"

"Sister.......

Finally, the voice seemed to be invisibly elongated, clearer, and more lazy.

He Manzhou followed the voice and unconsciously recalled the secrets hidden in the cracks of time, and was pushed to relive the experience of the two girls from childhood to adulthood, the initial innocence and ignorance, and the final tragedy and sacrifice. That irreversible tragedy is the hurtful price hidden under the big lie.

And what is the starting point of that story?

The extremes of things must be reversed, and the cycle repeats.

The dirtiest filth is often wrapped in a sacred cloak that no one else can look at. It was a temple of holiness and mystery, with towering white columns raising the ceiling and crystal-like ornaments falling down the roof of the temple, glistening in the sun.

“....... When the Tower of Babel is opened, the goddess will bring blessings to Loulan. ”

The woman in Chinese costume standing on the high platform held a net bottle and recited obscure words in a low voice. She was surrounded by four maidens, each kneeling at the four corners of the altar, their long skirts scattered on the steps, and in their hands held plain jars with a few newly folded willow branches.

It's hard to see in an extremely arid desert, so that touch of green shows endless vitality. The clear and holy water droplets fell along with the falling willow branches, the transparent water droplets refracted the sunlight, and the fine golden light continued to spread, turning into extremely illusory golden talismans, and soon gradually dispersed under the brilliant and dazzling light.

The bright light continued to transform, and under the golden light, every brick and tile of the temple became vivid.

The ethereal chanting sound rang out from all directions, and outside the temple were countless Loulan people worshipping reverently, who attached their whole bodies to the ground, not minding that their palms and foreheads were stained with dirty soil, and they couldn't stop kowtowing their heads in the direction of the temple, as if waiting for some extremely important god to appear.

As the chanting became louder and louder, the girls got closer and closer.

They were barefoot, holding white bottles with emerald willow branches, and delicate golden bells tied around their ankles, which echoed with the sound of the wind. Their faces were obscured by a thin veil, their long black hair slid down their shoulders to their waists, and every step was as moving as a cloud that swept the end of the sky.

And such extreme beauty will not arouse the slightest evil thoughts of others, and they will not even dare to raise their eyes generously and look directly at their beauty.

Believers will only surrender to this unspeakable holiness with the most devout hearts.

The maidens went all the way to the bottom of the altar before kneeling side by side in front of the high priest.

These are thirteen maidens.

They wore uniform sacrificial costumes, ethereal white gauze clothes covered the girls' feet, and a veil woven of golden beads covered their faces. The girl's veil was embroidered with golden threads and tangled lotus flowers, and her head had a golden forehead pendant, and an extremely beautiful pearl was falling between her brows, like a bright moon, but the light was not as bright as one ten-thousandth of her peerless eyes.

They were performing sacrifices as if no one was around, as if they were in a completely independent time and space.

In the repeated chanting, the voice of the muffled words can be faintly heard. The little princess was only twelve or thirteen years old, and her delicate figure was wrapped in a gorgeous white dress, probably too young, and obviously a little more immature than others.

"Sister, sister, can we really wait for the goddess?"

The beautiful girl with a golden forehead frowned slightly, although she had long been accustomed to her sister's naughtiness, she still deliberately showed a little patience and lowered her voice to warn the little princess.

"Don't be disrespectful to the gods, Amiens. ”

"Sister, I know, I won't say anything. ”

This is when they are at their youngest and most ignorant, and their pure faith is enough to support many things.

At that time, the Black Saintess and the little princess had not yet foreseen the final tragedy, and they were almost superstitious about the words of the high priest, pinning all their hopes on the goddess who was about to come into the world. There was endless hope in their eyes, the light was bright and innocent, just like the golden sun that flowed slowly in front of the temple, like a river sprinkled with starlight.

This phrase of the little girl is so familiar that it is enough to bring back many terrible memories.

He Manzhou clearly confirmed that she had definitely heard of it more than once, or that it was more accurate that the devil who was dormant in the depths of her soul had heard it. The rumbling memories became more turbulent, and many unspeakable and uncontrollable emotions spread from the bottom of He Manzhou's heart, and she seemed to be able to hear the sigh in her head at some point.

So the blue eyes opened lazily.

She seemed to be awakened by the little girl's unintentional words, so after a long sleep, she looked at a certain past through He Manzhou's eyes. It was a long night that was so dark that there was no light at all, and a few flickering candles lit up the long darkness.

The thunder outside the cave seemed to tear apart all the silence around it, and it was pitch black to an oppressive level.

The cave was empty and quiet, as if revealing a terrifying nothingness.

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

With this desolate sigh, at last even the candle flame dimmed.

All that is left is darkness that consumes everything.

He Manzhou struggled to distinguish what was at the end of the darkness, only to hear the monotonous and repetitive sound of water droplets, constantly echoing in the quiet emptiness, with hypnotic bewitchment, forcibly dragging people into the bottomless abyss.

What is the last flash of light?

It was a weird, fluorescent light blue, and He Manzhou thought for a long time before realizing what it was.

That's it, the crystal coffin.