Such a fact made He Manzhou suddenly feel a little uncomfortable, and for a few seconds, he couldn't even speak.

Miss He has always been open to everything, and she has never been a compassionate person, although she does not say that it is not her own concern, but she sees everything very thoroughly, and she does not have the addiction of being a savior to purify all sentient beings, and there is no plot of the Virgin Mary such as Daiyu burying flowers, because a little thing can be depressed for a long time. Just as Bai Yi can analyze the problems that occurred in the ancient kingdom of Loulan from the perspective of a bystander, He Manzhou also believes that the cycle of retribution in the Heavenly Dao is unhappy, and for many things, there is cause and effect in tracing the source.

But for some reason, the sadness surging in He Manzhou's heart at this moment was uncontrollable.

Emotions are like a bottomless pit that suddenly hits, unreasonably pulling her down and falling into the abyss.

Time seems to have slowed down suddenly, and the line between the virtual and the real has become blurred.

Before Bai Yicong told this, she obviously didn't know anything about the obscure history of the ancient city of Loulan, and the few things she knew were limited to the part that was clearly recorded in the history books.

But what is the reason for the sense of déjà vu that comes from this trance?

These are clearly not directly related to her, but He Manzhou feels that everything is vivid. It was as if there was some kind of connection in the darkness that guided her to explore these, to uncover the layers of mist, to explore the truth.

There was a sharp stinging in his temples, and the trance felt even stronger.

He Manzhou found that tonight's encounter was very strange, Bai Yicong's words were like some kind of strange catalyst, although she would occasionally cranky before, when she slept in the wrong position at night, she would also have some nightmares related to foreign lands or ancient temples. But no matter how nightmares you are, you haven't fallen into hallucinations one after another like today.

But as Bai Yicong told the secrets of the ancient kingdom of Loulan, He Manzhou suddenly felt that something in his heart was loose.

It was as if the beast was screaming and escaping from the layers of ice, its hands and feet tethered to heavy chains, and the sharp and piercing sound of metal grinding could be heard with every movement.

Those dormant dangers, those hidden darkness, filled He Manzhou's heart little by little, so that she suddenly felt that some uncontrollable things were gradually turned out, accompanied by that pervasive sense of depression that deprived her of reason.

And what makes her most powerless is that this sense of depression comes from everything that really happens.

Like now—

Those intermittent fragmented memories swept back in.

It was a luxurious and holy temple, with white pillars supporting the boulder-stacked roof, emerald green blades of grass that were rare in the yellow sand, and just as rare was the pure and immaculate water. Clear springs emerge from the ground, crystal clear and transparent, such a scene is really rare in the ancient country of Loulan, which is known for its drought and lack of water.

The solemn sound of chanting echoed in the huge temple, and the sound of metal crashing came one after another, becoming an embellishment of ancient sounds. The glorious light of the sky tore through the clouds, leaving a dazzling golden light in the blue sky, the shadows stretched out in the endless yellow sand, and the air was filled with the smell of burnt sun.

Girls in white veils knelt on the stone steps, and an old man in a golden embroidered robe spoke unhurriedly.

"You are the most noble saint of the Wu clan, the hope of the whole clan, you represent goodness and purity, you must abide by your loyalty, and be the most loyal heir of the gods. You are the heirs chosen by the goddess, the only key to open the Tower of Babel, and this holy water is a gift from the gods and a blessing from the high priest. ”

"Thanksgiving to the High Priest. ”

The crisp and beautiful voices of the girls overlapped and echoed in the emptiness.

"I am willing to give my devotion to the gods. ”

The elder in the golden robe took the water in a plain silver vessel, and poured it down little by little along the palm of each holy woman, and when this ceremony was performed, the temple was indescribably solemn and sacred, like a beautiful ancient painting.

"God bless you. ”

Only a girl with a cunning gaze was different, she didn't kneel properly, but couldn't help but poke her head to look at the old man in the golden robe, as if she was anxious, "It's just a sprinkle of holy water, why hasn't it reached herself", and even her eyes looked smart and vivid.

This is not a big deal, but because everyone is too neat, her little movements are infinitely magnified.

If there were other girls who moved, they would definitely be severely reprimanded, and the old man's attitude towards this little girl was obviously different.

At first, she just used her eyes to admonish, but after finding that the girl did not have any restraint, she finally couldn't help but lower her voice to remind.

"Little princess, you must not be rude in the temple. ”

"Oh......" the girl muttered, "I see, I'm just looking at my sister......"

When he said this, He Manzhou finally saw the clear and moving eyes, her veil was crooked, and her long soft hair hung down on her shoulders.

That's the girl who survived the hustle and bustle at the end.

.......

He Manzhou bit the tip of her tongue fiercely, and the pain was accompanied by a faint bloody breath, so that she finally came back to her senses.

"Why did they choose to summon the gods?"

I don't know how long it took, He Manzhou asked in a low voice.

Her voice was low, and she had clearly not yet recovered from the messy memories she had just hauled in, so the sentence was just like a whisper.

"Since we know that one of the evil gods of the so-called "goddess" will have to pay so much price to summon her, and we are not sure of the final result, then why should we choose to take the wrong path from the very beginning? Those poor saints are kept in the dark, and the people of the witch clan are ignorant and stubborn, but there are always people who understand, why don't they choose to resist, but blindly listen to the words of the high priest, to verify something that may not exist?"

"Because the human heart is the most untested. Bai Yicong said lightly.

"What is the High Priest for..... Immortality, interests, or consolidating her deified position in the hearts of the clansmen?" He Manzhou frowned slightly, and couldn't help but judge, "No matter what it is, it seems too narrow-minded, why did the king of the ancient kingdom of Loulan listen to her?"

"In today's records, the destruction of the ancient kingdom of Loulan is nothing more than natural and man-made disasters, you should know this, right?"

Speaking of the fall of the ancient kingdom of Loulan, there have always been different opinions, but there is no conclusion.

As the ancient capital of constant wars, the prosperity of Loulan once made it a battleground for soldiers, and in history the Xiongnu, Tubo, Yueshi and other countries ruled Loulan, how cruel the war was at that time. Not to mention, the fact that archaeologists and historians later investigated the many cemeteries around Loulan City and buried different people of different races in the same area at the same time, it is very likely that the occupiers carried out a massacre after the occupation of Loulan, and then left behind a lot of trophies with the smell of blood when they were evacuated.

"Of course I know this, war and aggression, and what kind of climate changes or natural disasters and the like," He Manzhou thought about Bai Yicong's words, and quickly responded, "But what does this have to do with the high priest, it can't be because of the birth of the goddess that it caused the war, right?"

He Manzhou is right, in the data so far, it is shown that the two main speculations about the demise of the ancient kingdom of Loulan are that they were destroyed by drought and flood.

Loulan was a necessary place on the Silk Road, and the Han, Xiongnu and other nomadic states often provoked wars in the territory of Loulan, causing serious damage to water conservancy facilities and vegetation, and finally completely buried in the yellow sand. Some geographers have also speculated that at that time, the water level of Lop Nur was raised, causing the water level to rise and spreading westward to Loulan City, while the crust of Loulan City and its surroundings sank, and the downstream rivers such as the Peacock River and the Tarim River were injected into Loulan City, resulting in the destruction of the ancient city of Loulan.

But what does this have to do with the treasure of the Relic King?

"You're not wrong in your analysis, but the causal relationship is wrong. Just when He Manzhou couldn't figure it out, Bai Yicong opened his mouth lightly, "It's not so much that they are not greedy enough, but that wars and disasters force the king to hope for those illusory things, so they give the high priest too much trust." ”

"What about the Wu Clan?" He Manzhou asked, "What are they trying to do, do they just want to destroy this country, is there something wrong?"

"What the purpose of the Wu clan is, perhaps no one knows except the person concerned. Bai Yicong's tone paused slightly, "It may be to consolidate power, it may be a vain attempt to control the regime with divine power, or it may really just be for eternal life...... The past is long gone, who can say for sure?"

The words fell into a half-sigh, followed by a silence that was neither long nor short.

"Speaking of which, do you dream of anything other than this Tower of Babel?"

After a while, Bai Yicong's gaze swept over He Manzhou's cheek and asked unhurriedly.

He Manzhou bit his lower lip lightly, hesitated for a few seconds and didn't tell the truth after all, probably because he felt that those girls and the priests couldn't tell the truth, and they couldn't understand a word or two with Bai Yi, even if they really wanted to tell him, there was no need to add to the blockage at this time, and they could have the opportunity to talk slowly in the future. And the deeper reason in his heart, even if He Manzhou is unwilling to admit it, it is difficult to completely ignore it.

Her mentality at the moment is very complicated, not that she doesn't trust Bai Yicong, but that it is difficult to face the truth.

There are too many things that happened tonight, but it was just one night, but things are really endless, He Sheng's previous itinerary and subsequent experiences have verified the authenticity of He Manzhou's dream from a certain angle. It is reasonable to speculate that the terrible sacrifices she saw in the environment and the maidens in white veils were also real.

The living girls eventually died by the goddess, and the god who came out of the hustle and bustle brought destruction.

The previous dreams were not real enough, and they could only see vague figures, and those white-gauze girls couldn't see clearly at all, and He Manzhou didn't understand what these messy memory fragments represented. But the illusion reflected in the ancient temple was so real, those endless mountains of corpses and the sea of blood and the shocking red on the yellow sand were deeply rooted in her heart, activating all of this.

He Manzhou still remembers that the girl at the end had an almost sad gaze.

"Sister, how can you ...... like this?"

Her gaze was filled with unbelievable desperation, and then it turned into strength stained with blood and brutality.

Behind the fact that they don't break or stand up to kill and stop killing, there are unspeakable hardships. It is precisely because of the amount of hatred that the goodness in the heart is wiped out little by little, whether it is seeking a turn of opportunity or longing for redemption, or just looking for another way out when there is no way out, and finding a way to pay for it from the blood debt, it seems cruel and resolute.

So, what happened to the sole survivor after all this?