Looking at the handwriting on the stone, Bai Yi couldn't help frowning slightly.

The content of the Bai family's handwriting was enough to make him puzzled, since this is the most important clue, it is destined to hide a great secret, so Bai Yi has never studied this short poem more than once. But no matter how he researched it, he felt that something was wrong, and he couldn't see the reason, and it wasn't until this moment that Bai Yicong found the reason.

No wonder nothing comes from research, because it is incomplete in itself.

How is it possible to peek into the truth of the fragments?

"The original complete part is like this......"

Bai Yicong sighed in a low voice, and immediately took out his mobile phone to take a picture of the stone wall.

At this moment, his brain was running rapidly, thinking about all the clues left by his grandfather at that time, and the deep meaning behind the old man.

Those are nothing more than the past of his childhood, if it weren't for the internal struggle within the Bai family and the discovery that some of the suspicious parts were confirmed in an extremely sharp way, Bai Yicong would not have delved into why his grandfather taught him the art of ancient painting identification, nor would he have carefully studied whether the stories that sounded Yuan Yuan were not wonderful were true or false.

But now, those memories are boiling over, overlapping with this old ballad that is finally complete.

Somehow, time seems to rewind to the noisy summer days of that year. The head of the Bai family, who has always been serious and old-fashioned, actually told those little stories to his grandchildren like ordinary grandfathers, just like a folk legend to make children happy, sitting opposite Bai Yicong and saying something unhurriedly.

But his story is not Lin Jiaotou's Fengxue Landscape Temple, nor is it the Monkey King havoc in the Heavenly Palace, or even those fairy tales or small fables passed down by word of mouth. If there was a so-called "black fairy tale" or something like that earlier, Bai Yicong must have put such an evaluation mercilessly on the story told by his grandfather.

What he tells is so obscure, it's not a ghost story but a ghost story.

Those about the history of the Bai family, the snow-capped mountains and the desert, the Miao village and the temples, the gods in the snow, the abandoned people, the cursed temples.......

All the old man's intentions seem to be able to implicate Bai Yicong's nightmare, where does it seem to make people happy? But every time Bai Yicong asks whether these things are true or false, the old man always immediately sinks his face, and after the routine tells that these contents must not be told to others, he immediately stops his voice and refuses to answer, as if he can avoid something.

If it's secretive, it's good not to say it, why do you want to talk about it?

If you are willing to tell it all, why do you insinuate those obscure clues?

Those things that Bai Yi never understood were suddenly clear at this moment. If everything is in comparison, then can it be understood that what grandpa delivered back then was clearly a clue to crack the ancient ballad of Loulan Ancient Kingdom. It is precisely because these contents are so cautious that the old man has to flicker.

Where is the story of what he said.

He was clearly under the watchful eye of the gods, and he was extremely careful to leave the last turning point.

It was probably that such an idea was too subversive, and Bai Yicong's gaze sank.

And what about He Manzhou at this moment?

She barely had any extra energy to think about what she had and didn't, and the whole person seemed to be empty.

The things that were shouting in her mind became more and more uncontrollable, as if they were going to tear her apart, endlessly pestering and pestering. Reason has been taut into a thread, and it is fragile like a spider silk that is crumbling in the wind and rain, ready to be completely cut off at any moment. Because the idea was placed on the stone wall, Bai Yi never noticed that everything in the cave had changed with the arrival of He Manzhou.

It's like a feeling in the dark, and it's like a doomed key that opens the closed door.

Everything has changed dramatically.

The ancient frescoes gradually became clearer, the horses rolled through the yellow sand and rolled out the heavy dust, and the goddess's most loyal guards armed with spears and shields to clear the way for the evil gods who had come into the world. The scorching sun shines with holy light, and the endless desert shines with silence. The surroundings became real and vivid, as if the next second would welcome the awakening of the gods.

At this moment, time and space seem to freeze, and reality and illusion become independent spaces.

He Manzhou was like a puppet being controlled, the noise around her was not heard, she just walked straight forward, into a deeper darkness.

In the deepest part of the cave is an ice-blue crystal coffin.

In the darkness as far as the eye could see, the dark blue of the crystal coffin was very conspicuous, and the blood-colored charm was strange and eerie, entangled around the coffin, like some kind of ancient seal, restraining something terrifying from sleeping.

It was originally a silent blue, like a lifeless pool of stagnant water.

But for some reason, as He Manzhou got closer and closer, the crystal coffin seemed to have received some kind of summoning, and suddenly it shone brightly.

At that moment, a dazzling blue light diffused. There was a great upheaval throughout the cave, and a crack opened in a locked gate. The secrets that have been precipitated over the years are surging, the dust falls from the roof of the cave in small pieces, and the buried secrets have now surfaced, becoming the martyrs of that cruel history.

The gloom and strangeness of the cave are swept away, and in its place is the ultimate beauty and holiness.

The wind and sand rolled all over the sky, and the scorching sun shone on the light with the gold edge, which was an ancient and mysterious exotic land. He Manzhou looked around in confusion, she saw the oasis at the end of the desert, becoming the only green in the yellow sand, the purest water source was like a treasure gifted by the gods, and the water droplets flowed from the fountain, like brilliant diamonds.

The green lotus is reflected against the continuous sea of flowers, and the water color spreads to the sky and the clouds.

Such a scene is really incompatible with the desert, and it is precisely because it is so rare that it seems a little sacred.

The floating clouds carried the evening glow of the sky, and the blue sky seemed to have no end in sight, and the yellow sand in the sky stopped at this moment. The pool carved of white jade in the oasis is so beautiful, the pure white lotus is stained with water droplets, flowing down the petals, stirring up ripples on the water surface, every detail is indescribably beautiful.

Behind the extreme holiness, there is an ethereal that is almost unreal.

He Manzhou walked in that direction step by step, she didn't know where she was, like a fisherman who strayed into the Peach Blossom Garden in Wuling, and like a traveler looking for a way out in a dream, all reactions were just instinctive. And in addition to these emotions, even if she doesn't want to admit it, she has to admit it.

The most intuitive feeling in the depths of the soul is closeness.

Next to the lotus pond is a white temple, the tall building has a strong exotic style, and the beautiful columns are suspended on the edge of the pool, the building is very similar to the dilapidated ancient temple that He Manzhou saw tonight, but it is obviously much more gorgeous.

It is a lie that has not yet been broken, and a civilization under pomp.

And in the middle of the temple, there is a beautiful crystal coffin.

A girl dressed in fine clothes sat on the edge of a crystal coffin, her body covered in glow. The quiet white lotus has a wisp of fragrance, He Manzhou was awakened by the fragrance that entered the nose, and the fragrant lotus smell was mixed with a light water vapor, which was like some kind of illusion, which made her nerves, which were originally completely guarded inexplicably relaxed.

“....... You're coming to see me?"

A clear and beautiful voice came into his ears, and when He Manzhou raised his eyes, it was the girl at the end of Luoxia who spoke.

She turned her back to He Manzhou, holding a glass-colored net bottle in her left hand and a bouquet of white lotus flowers in her right hand. It's clearly just a back, but it seems to be tied to the wind and moon in the world, the plain white is the same as her floor-length gauze, and even a look at it looks like a blasphemous beauty.

He Manzhou was in a trance.

This girl is very similar to the goddess she saw when the shrine was opened, but I don't know what is going on, but it can make He Manzhou clearly feel the two completely different temperaments, so that no matter how similar they are, it will make people think that they are two different people.

The girl's long, silky black hair hung down at her waist, loosely tied to the ends of her hair by a white streamer, she was barefoot, her golden bells fell to her ankles, and her white toes gently slid across the water, rippling in circles. The crisp sound of the bell echoed in the void, disturbing the half-pond lotus flower, as if crumpled an overly beautiful painting.

He Manzhou unconsciously walked in her direction.

The unique attraction was indescribable, and she couldn't wait to get a look at the girl.

But before she could react, something in her consciousness suddenly shattered.

He Manzhou watched as the glow turned a dull red, as if the color of blood reflected the entire blue sky, with the tragedy of killing and cruelty. The girl by the lotus pond turned around, her plain and delicate face was without any flaws, and the glow fell softly on her body, as if coated with a layer of colorful glaze.

No matter how beautiful the scene in the world is, it is not as good as her frowning expression.

But in an instant, her face became so terrifying.

The white lotus in the girl's hand was gushing with blood, the veil and the tips of her hair were wet with thick blood, and the dark red blood stains flowed down the long hair that was scattered, gathering into full blood droplets at the ends of the hair, dripping continuously. And her delicate face was shattered, and the blood stains tore all the goodness, like precious porcelain that was mercilessly broken.

Tick, tick.

The blood flowing from the tips of the girl's hair gathered more and more, dyed the lotus flowers all over the pond, the sea of flowers as pure as the white lotus in front of the Buddha was covered with blood, and the virtual image of thousands of troops and horses emerged from the clouds, and this pure and holy scene was like a hell on earth all of a sudden.

He Manzhou was so frightened that she was stupid, she stood in place, looking blankly in the direction of the girl.

The smell of blood was still endless, the yellow sand was mixed with the sound of fighting and screaming, and there were thick blackened blood stains as far as the eye could see, which smoked He Manzhou's stomach to turn over the river and the sea.

Tick, tick, tick.

At this point, He Manzhou finally came back to his senses. She instinctively wanted to run, but her body was completely uncontrollable, as if she was frozen in place. By the time she was finally able to walk, her legs and feet were already wooden, but she slipped in the bloodstained yellow sand and sat down again.

He Manzhou watched the girl covered in blood approaching step by step.

In the most terrible scene, that girl has the purest and most beautiful smile.

Her extremely beautiful face was covered in blood, and she gradually became unable to see her face, and she could only vaguely see her smile at the corner of her lips.

The pale laughter continued to echo in the void, as if hidden in a sigh, hitting He Manzhou's meninges.

"You're finally here, you're finally here...."