It was a heavy rain that didn't stop all night.

The thunder resounded through the night, the miserable white lightning tore through the night, Bai Yicong and the middle-aged man who led the team braved the heavy rain, walked through the potholed and tortuous mountain road, the cold moonlight through the thick fog, projecting a faint light on the muddy road.

The overcast sky was morbidly oppressive and gloomy, the end of the forest was covered with dead branches, and the shadows of the trees obscured the road ahead, but fortunately, the man who led the group was experienced enough to cut off the branches that stood in his way with a Swiss army knife and carved a path.

"Boss Bai, this road is not easy to walk, you follow me. ”

"There's still a long way to go, and we're almost there. ”

The scattered blades of grass on the side of the road set off the bloodstained wildflowers, and the rain washed them into dark red water stains scattered in all directions. As the rain became heavier, the cold moonlight was obscured by the pouring rain, and the cold wind passed by, leaving in their ears the whistling sound of the silence of the night, as if mixed with a strange sigh.

Bai Yicong walked with the middle-aged man all the way to the end of the mountain road.

The glow of the flashlight was a bleak white, and what appeared in their sight was a cave covered in weeds and vines, the entrance of which was obscured by a half-broken boulder, and no one would have noticed it if it had not been specially found according to the coordinates.

"That's it, let's go in and have a look. ”

.......

The cave was pitch black, filled with the smell of rotting vines, and there was endless darkness as far as the eye could see, except for the flashlights held by two people to illuminate a small piece of the road, and only barely able to see something.

As we went deeper, the things painted on the walls of the cave became clearer.

Those strange totems are entwined and twisted, the mysterious sacrificial murals describe completely strange scenes, and the dense text records that unknown history, which cannot be accurately deciphered for a while.

Among the totems is a strange and almost eerie picture, the guards in armor sit on neighing horses, their spears and shields in their hands are revealed, the horse in the front raises its handsome neck, its front hooves hang in the air, and the woman on horseback wears a delicate veil, and the heavy armor carved in metal envelops her thin figure, with an empty arrogance.

The mysterious gods of antiquity are evident to the world, revealing indescribable solemnity and horror.

"It's Sanskrit, hurry up and take a picture. ”

"According to the records of the Bai family, this is what we are looking for. ”

"It's amazing, it's really amazing. The middle-aged man held a flashlight to illuminate the mural, and couldn't help but sigh with emotion, "I really didn't expect that these things could be preserved until now, and there has never been a relevant record of this history in the existing research...... If we can decipher this, we may really be able to unlock the secrets of the Lost King. ”

......

The mural has been coiled in the deepest part of the cave, and Bai Yiyi has stepped on the mud all the way forward.

I don't know how long they walked, the air began to fill the air with a strange smell of blood, and a black mist floated around him and the middle-aged man, like a miasma in the forest, blocking their way.

The light of the flashlight flickered, and in the last mural, the woman in battle armor suddenly opened her blue eyes.

"Not good...... We were wrong......"

It was too late, and that sealed history began to repeat itself without warning.

The incessant rain and thunder outside the cave tore apart the peace, and as the beginning of the reappearance of the incarnate gods in front of the world, the unbreakable fog became thicker and thicker, and the sand and gravel of thousands of years were enslaved under the clothes of the goddess. Dark golden light fell along the goddess's magnificent skirt, and the pillars of light as bright as meteors shone excessively in the darkness, flowing with the invisible judgment that consumed life.

The black rock walls are stained with blood that has long since dried up, and the whistling wind tears at the mysterious and solemn words, and the ancient inheritance invisibly brings overwhelming power.

It was an irresistible breath of death.

Bai Yicong squinted slightly, looking at this sudden change, the preconceived cognition that had existed was violently impacted, and he was not even sure if the images in front of him were real, or just hallucinations caused by too much fear.

Soon, his eyes faded with astonishment, showing a determination that bordered on relief.

"Hurry, hurry, get out of here. ”

Almost without thinking, Bai Yicong's reaction was extremely fast, pulling the man next to him to turn around and run.

An endless black mist filled behind them, and strange Sanskrit voices echoed.

It seemed that there was no end to that section of the road, and Bai Yicong's military boots stirred up the mud from the puddles on the ground, and his snort became heavy. The middle-aged man soon lost his strength, and all his strength was pressed on Bai Yicong's shoulder, and the last few steps were almost mechanically rubbing in place.

"It's too late, kid, go by yourself. ”

"What about you?" Bai Yicong held the Swiss Army knife tightly in his hand, no matter what the reason, he would never leave his teammates behind at such a juncture, his voice was a little hoarse, broken in the wind, "Don't worry, you follow me, I'll take you out." ”

"This is the punishment of the gods, and no one can get out of here unless her anger is appeased. ”

The middle-aged man squinted slightly, looked back at the spreading black mist, and sighed lightly.

"Do you remember the pattern on the mural just now, she didn't want us to go out......"

The belief in his cognition became meaningless at this moment, and the subversive senses impacted Bai Yi's long-standing understanding, he had already estimated the risk of exploring the treasure of the Relic King, but at this moment, he still only had a sense of powerlessness.

The sound of water in the cave grew louder and louder, and a thick blood-red mist rose in the air. The distorted totems and words on the murals are like cursed nightmares, and when the understanding of the real world collapses, the line between reason and absurdity becomes clear, and everything seems illusory, diffusing from the soul...... Hopelessness and meaninglessness.

All decisions are made in a thousand moments, and the middle-aged man at this moment is sharp and resolute, even close to righteousness.

What Bai Yi felt in the end was the hands that pushed him away.

The middle-aged man did not leave himself any way out, he knew that the current situation could not allow two people to escape at the same time, so he resolutely gave up this opportunity, and the emaciated figure wrapped in the golden meteor ignited the boundless darkness of despair under the storm and wind, and the elegant smile on his face was no longer real.

Then, the figure vanished with the heavy mist that could not be dispersed, leaving only an empty coat on the ground.

After stepping out of the cave, the strange Sanskrit sounds finally stopped.

Bai Yicong's hands clenched the flashlight, and the sigh of the man behind him was on the verge of shattering, leaving only a weak echo in the rain curtain.

Dark clouds enveloped the dark night, and all that remained in his ears was the whistling sound of the raging wind. The mysterious images from the solemn and solemn of eternity are merely like hallucinations washed away by heavy rain, but they are carved into a nightmare that can never be forgotten by the rich blood and countless black shadows that surround it.

Everything stops here in an irreversible way, and the dream comes to an end.

The strange and distorted images in the cave were finally cut off, and all the memories of the middle-aged man who saved him were also forced to be sealed.

Then those incredible pictures became broken and mutilated dreams.

At the end of the dream, Bai Yicong only remembered that his hands were tightly clenched, a small object was stuffed into his hands, the calloused hands transmitted warmth, and the man's words were mixed with the whistling wind, as if they were getting farther and farther apart, until they could no longer be heard.

"Son, you go quickly...... Don't tell anyone about the things here, you should treat them as if you never came, don't come again, remember...... Also, tell my daughter, I'm sorry......"

When he woke up from the dream, Bai was drenched in cold sweat.

Eight months ago, he woke up from a fishing village near the sea, and he was rescued by a farmer, according to the old man, he saw Bai Yicong on a small boat while fishing, his clothes were dirty and torn, his handsome face was pale and haggard, his lips were dry and chapped due to lack of water, and he looked like he had survived the catastrophe for the rest of his life.

"It's a shame that your boat floated to our small fishing village, and I bumped into you and saved you, if it's a few days late, you won't be able to keep it all right, you will die of hunger and thirst, and the gods will be too late to save you......"

When Bai Yicong woke up, the old man said so.

What happened in the process, Bai Yicong doesn't remember at all. He couldn't remember why he had ended up at sea, and he didn't know what he had done before.

After a short day of rest, Bai Yicong called his special assistant Dong Nan.

"Mr. Bai, where have you been? Didn't you say that there is an auction exhibition that needs to be responsible, how can it be tossed like this?"

According to Dong Nan, the Bai family was so anxious that they were about to call the police because they couldn't contact him.

Later, Bai Yi never investigated, but unfortunately all the clues were interrupted.

Where exactly he went during the two months of his disappearance is an unknown mystery.

Until the last few months, Bai Yizi has repeatedly had the same nightmare, from the first fragmentary and scattered memories, gradually began to turn into those strange memories, repeatedly overlapping when he dreamed back in the middle of the night.

The middle-aged man in the dream saved him, and then completely disappeared into the pouring rain.

Bai Yi never knew if everything in the dream was real, and he didn't remember who the man who saved him was.

"Lao He ....."

He vaguely remembered that he seemed to call that person that.

.......

Extremely unfamiliar emotions poured in, fragmented memories deprived Bai Yicong of consciousness, bringing a brief sense of trance, after waking up, his temples were filled with a sharp tingling, accompanied by a curse-like repetition of the sound constantly echoed, this dream was clearer than any previous time, Bai Yicong even felt that this was some kind of scene replay.

"You go quickly...... Don't tell anyone about the things here, you'll act as if you've never been here......"

The middle-aged man's last words haunted him like a curse.

When you wake up, you can't be at peace.

The room was especially quiet, only Bai Yicong's breathing could be heard, the headache was getting worse and worse, and his temples were tingling like pins and needles, he sat silently at the head of the bed, and after a while, he twisted the lamp, and then, Bai Yicong opened the drawer of the bedside table, took out a small box from inside, and slowly opened it.

It was a delicately crafted talisman, a beautiful lotus flower embroidered with red silk thread on the light gold satin fabric, and auspicious clouds of the same color were decorated next to it.

On the back of the amulet, a line of small letters is embroidered.

"Lao He, have a safe journey. - The boat. ”

This is what Bai Yi has been holding in his hands for the rest of his life.

Bai Yicong's fingertips gently slid over the embroidered amulet, he hadn't had this dream for many days, but today he saw Lao He's daughter He Manzhou from a distance, he had this nightmare again, and even many confused memory fragments came with it, like some kind of fate in the dark.

"He Manzhou ......"

He whispered the name, and recalled in his mind the figure he saw in a white down jacket on Biyun Street, the girl's clear and moving smile glanced at him, Bai Yi never saw how real he was, and he helped out only out of affection, and speculation that had not been confirmed.

If she was really the daughter of the middle-aged man in the dream......

Maybe you can find some clues from her, and you should pay a visit when you have time.

But Bai Yi never had time to think about it more, and the sharp tingling pain from his temples invaded his thoughts again. His face was a little pale, and a layer of sweat oozed from his forehead. Then, he took out the painkiller and went down with half a glass of water, and leaned against the head of the bed for a while.

After doing this, Bai Yicong got out of bed and turned on the light in the living room.