A thunderclap came from nowhere, and He Manzhou suddenly woke up.

This cave is clearly far away from Chaohui Mountain, not to mention, just the twists and turns of the stone steps that seem to have no end, He Manzhou has the illusion that he has walked for a few days and nights, it is enough to see how far away from the outside. Not to mention that the cave is surrounded by hard rock walls on all sides, and even the speech is echoed, so how can you hear those thunder and rain under such a sound insulation effect?

Just like a hypnotized person suddenly heard her snap fingers in a dream to wake her up, He Manzhou quickly realized that something was wrong and woke up from the entangled and painful past.

And when she opened her eyes, the girl by the lotus pond was gone. Where there is any yellow sand in the sky, and where there is a boundless sea of flowers, what catches your eye is clearly the strange and gloomy cave, and the dark blue crystal coffin has already dimmed, lying there alone.

Not far away, Bai Yicong was photographing the murals carved on the stone wall, his expression was cold and restrained, just like when dealing with some difficult problems on weekdays, with the characteristic rigor and seriousness, nothing was unusual.

The long time just now seemed to freeze, as if nothing had happened, just He Manzhou's illusion. The past of the ancient kingdom of Loulan has been compressed into an illusory period of time after a long period of accumulation, which is like a slide in front of He Manzhou's eyes, and now these have dissipated logically.

For so many years in the dream world, it turned out to be just a few seconds of shaking.

And if it's just an illusion, how can it make sense?

He Manzhou could deeply feel that this illusion was more profound than any previous one, and the previous illusion did not cause any intuitive impact, it was nothing more than a back and forth temptation between dreams and reality. Therefore, no matter how much He Manzhou doubts, he can't catch any tangible evidence, he can still comfort himself not to think too much, words such as "That's all too much, it's pointless to worry about the sky, it's a big deal to sleep and pass" and other words have become the best comforting words.

If you have to delve into the impact of the illusion, at best, Miss He will find it strange, just like when encountering such a strange thing as a ghost pressing the bed, even an atheist will have a few seconds of panic and unconsciousness, and unconsciously think of many stories of ghosts and ghosts, but there is not much substantive impact at all.

But this time, how dare He Manzhou only treat those as dreams.

The smell of blood lingered between her snorts, her palms were sticky, and she lowered her head, seeing the blood stains of exotic sand that had not yet been completely dried. If everything is not true, where does the blood come from?

This sudden change couldn't help but make He Manzhou exclaim.

As the sound echoed in the empty cave, the frozen time was broken, Bai Yicong came over from the sound, he frowned slightly, and walked quickly to the girl's side.

"I told you to follow me obediently, what are you running around?"

He Manzhou was counted down and finally came back to his senses.

According to Miss He's usual personality, if someone says that she is not, she must subconsciously want to refute it, or tease Bai Yicong with a few words. While showing his excellent eloquence, he can also promote his feelings and take advantage of words. After all, it is a very rewarding thing to squeeze the white boss who is paralyzed to the point that he can't speak, although she is the one who is always treated, and she can't stand He Manzhou's dreams.

But the impact of what happened just now was so great that He Manzhou was deprived of even the strength to refute. She was just a little distracted, her big beautiful and smart eyes with obvious doubts, looking straight at Bai Yicong, as if she was eager to confirm something.

"What's wrong?"

Bai Yicong is accustomed to seeing He Manzhou's eccentric appearance, where has he ever seen her like this? He has never boasted of being indifferent, he will not affect his judgment because of other people's affairs, and he will not put superfluous feelings on irrelevant people, so he can maintain absolute rationality and objectivity no matter what kind of situation he handles, just like a large-scale problem analysis machine without feelings.

Bai Yicong originally felt that no one could melt the ice in his heart, and he never thought about being melted by anyone.

But how can He Manzhou be counted as an irrelevant person?

The feeling is especially strong at this moment, where reason and restraint are useless, as if some uncontrolled emotions are pouring out of the closed floodgates of the heart, which may be called admiration, or concern.

And Bai Yi's first thought from his heart was clearly distressed.

He Manzhou didn't answer anything to Bai Yicong's question, she just looked at him quietly, silently like a child who had been wronged and went home to find his mother. If you look closely, He Manzhou's clear and moving big eyes have a thin mist, and there is a hint of not obvious redness at the end of the eyes.

Bai Yi, who has zero experience in comforting people, was a little confused from the moment, this time he was annoyed by his bad words for the first time, and he knew that he should have learned a few more coaxing words from his cousin who was out of tune.

There are a lot of things I want to say, such as asking or comforting, but many words go around my lips and teeth, and Bai Yi swallows them back for no reason, and in the end he just left one sentence.

"You...... Don't cry. ”

Straightforward as white, in the end, what is given is just companionship.

He Manzhou was really stunned at this moment, the impact of the whole night was too great, she almost felt like she was going to be torn in half, and some kind of thought occupying her body was about to come out. And the description of time such as "all night" is obviously not accurate enough, the measurement of time loses its meaning at this point, and even she herself can't tell how long she has been trapped in the environment.

But when Bai Yicong lowered her head slightly, and her low and beautiful voice sounded in her ears, He Manzhou suddenly felt a little relieved. The companionship in the predicament is like sending charcoal in the snow, which has become her last trace of comfort.

"Are you scared, or do you see something......? I'll send you up first?"

He Manzhou was really a straight man who served Bai Yicong, and couldn't help laughing for a while.

Almost without thinking, she stepped forward and buried her head in Bai Yicong's arms. This kind of action is natural, like grasping the last straw when you are in a desperate situation, or like holding your favorite doll when you wake up from a nightmare, and get a fleeting sense of security.

If it were in normal times, He Manzhou would not have such courage, but he couldn't think about it so much at the moment.

She just wanted to make sure she wasn't alone.

Bai Yi never expected the little girl to be so active, her arm hung in the air and stiffened for a few seconds, and finally rested on her shoulder, conniving at this sudden hug. The girl's slender body is wrapped in a heavy down jacket, and she hugs it like some kind of small feline, or a cute little polar bear, shivering in the snow to keep warm.

The distance between them was too close, so close that the girl's undispersed fragrance lingered between the snorts.

"Are you scared?"

Bai Yicong asked again, He Manzhou didn't say anything, and his nasal voice overflowed from his arms, as if giving a brief reply. Bai Yicong thought that this was a little girl who was coquettish, and also connived at such a move, he put his hand on He Manzhou's shoulder, and gently patted the child to sleep for a while.

"Sorry, I didn't think about it, I'll take you up. ”

"It's fine. He Manzhou said in a muffled voice.

"Huh?" Bai Yicong asked in a low voice, probably because he didn't want the other party to feel that he was too cold, he even restrained his usual short words, hesitated for a moment and added without words, "Then what are you going to do?"

"You...... Give me a hug for a moment. ”

The silence lasted longer, and He Manzhou originally thought that Bai Yicong would push her away, but after a few seconds, she only heard one sentence.

"Good. ”

This embrace became a brief respite from the cold, rainy night and strange cave adventures.

After a long time, He Manzhou recalled her relationship with Bai Yicong, and he couldn't forget this hug. She seriously engraved Bai Yicong in her heart, she didn't think about her position and identity, nor did she delve into the future and results, she just enjoyed this warmth, and when she studied it deeply, it was probably just too profound.

But before He Manzhou could sigh anything, all the illusions were shattered in an instant.

There was a sudden violent jolt at the top of the cave, and the boulder rolled down as if it were about to bury everything.

"You're not going to die here, are you?"

This was the most intuitive thought that came to He Manzhou's mind, but where did she have time to react? She didn't have time to think about what this sudden change was, whether it was the punishment of the gods or a natural disaster caused by bad weather, she didn't even have time to ask Bai Yicong how to deal with such an unexpected situation, she was deprived of consciousness by the spreading smoke.

The last action was just to hold Bai Yicong's hand.

.......

When He Manzhou came to his senses, he was in the rain of Chaohui Mountain again.

The dense fog still spreads in the forest, and the fog is mixed with the unique fishy smell of rain, which fills the nose and makes people feel a little sick to their stomachs. Against the backdrop of the faint moonlight, the dark sky in the middle of the night seemed to be opaque to the starry skylight, and the dead branches and weeds obscured the few lights, which also made the surrounding atmosphere seem more oppressive and gloomy.

The ancient temple has long since disappeared, and the Tower of Babel, hidden in the rain, has also disappeared.

The surrounding area is still that open space, the cold wind blowing people directly through the heart, Bai Yi is holding an umbrella from his hand, his fingertips are holding a half-lit cigarette, with the action of flicking the cigarette butt, the night wind blows off half of the cigarette ash.

He Manzhou felt a little trance, why was everything a little wrong?

She couldn't say anything strange, or maybe it was because it was strange everywhere that the whole experience became unreal. Wasn't she in that mysterious cave just now, the dilapidated ancient temple was placed with the remains of the goddess's appearance, and the secret realm behind the shrine led to the tomb of the goddess, she and Bai Yicong explored the secrets of the ancient kingdom of Loulan together, and almost died in the stone.

But now that she woke up from the dream, why didn't she go to the cave or the ancient temple, but returned to Chaohui Mountain?

So what is true and what is false. In other words, this section of dreams and illusions is entangled, which is reality and which is dream?

After standing in place for a few seconds, He Manzhou suddenly realized something.

She took out her phone in a daze, desperate to verify something—and sure enough, the fact turned out to be exactly the most terrible prediction in He Manzhou's mind, and the time jumped from eleven to twenty o'clock.

Four quarters of the hour.

Time seems to have frozen, and everything has gone haywire.

It was at this time that He Manzhou followed Bai Yicong to the top of Zhaohui Mountain. After seeing the Tower of Babel in the midst of the rain, she fell into the first illusion of the night, and then found the ancient temple and opened the secret of the goddess, but now after going around in circles, she is back to square one.

It's like a terrible cycle, and all experiences are just illusory, as if nothing had happened.

The cycle repeats, without beginning and without end.