As Bai Yicong's words fell, the surrounding scenes became illusory.

What filled He Manzhou's mind was a huge sense of impact, like a nightmare that she couldn't wake up from a light sleep, her consciousness was clearly awake, but her behavior was uncontrollable, and she could only watch the picture change frame by frame.

It's a palpitating emptiness and ethereal, as if the line between the unreal and the real has begun to blur in this place, death looms, and the devil's claws hidden in the shadows are ready to drag people into the bottomless abyss. Or rather, the clearing was a harbinger of danger.

Bai Yicong didn't seem to care about these weird scenes, he bit the end of his cigarette and spit out a smoke ring unhurriedly.

Through the faint smoke, He Manzhou even felt that for a few seconds, even Bai Yicong's face became not real enough.

The monotonous sound of rain dripping did not stop for a moment, as if with hypnotic bewitchment, echoing endlessly in her mind.

Tick, tick, tick......

The string of reason, which was tight, broke.

Almost subconsciously, He Manzhou held Bai Yicong's hand tightly, like a drowning person holding the last straw. But this effect is minimal, and the sound of rain in my ears is even louder. The clouds on the horizon blew away with the strong wind, and the moonlight finally shone through the clouds, covering the entire mountainous area, and the scene shrouded in darkness gradually became clear.

The vast clearing was covered with twisted foliage, and the ground was dry grass that had withered in the winter, without any life. At this moment, the tangled branches and grass began to transform, becoming ghost hands stretched upwards in despair, withered wrists with a bleak white, nails falling off from rotting, and only horrific joints remained, as if they were going to drag everything they could reach into hell.

His temples tingled violently, and He Manzhou felt more and more trance-like.

It was as if an ethereal song had come from the void, and it became clearer and clearer from far and near. At first it was just an intermittent tune, and then the voice began to become clear, it was an extremely ancient language, He Manzhou couldn't understand a word, but he inexplicably felt that the voice was solemn, like a chanting to a certain god.

The ancient and melodious melody continued to reverberate in the mountains and forests, accompanied by the echo of the hammer hitting the metal utensils, with a single frequency and low profile, with hypnotic power, pulling He Manzhou into an independent time and space.

Her hand was clearly and firmly holding Bai Yicong, but suddenly she couldn't feel any strength anymore. It felt like it was grasping air, and the numbness spread from the fingertips, and even the perception became unreal.

The sound of the ancient song was huge, as if it sounded in He Manzhou's ears.

At that moment, time and space seemed to stand still.

Every minute and second is infinitely extended, and all ways of recording time and space are meaningless, or even the concept of time and space is confused at this moment.

He Manzhou's dream is reality, and reality has been reduced to a dream.

Bai Yicong...... Bai Yicong, what's going on?"

He Manzhou finally panicked, she spoke a little eagerly, but no one answered her.

Through the incessant rain curtain, Bai Yicong's side face was hidden in the shadows of the dark night, He Manzhou couldn't see his expression clearly, he could only see the sharp and handsome silhouette like a delicate sculpture carved out with a knife pen, with an indescribable coldness.

"Where the hell are we, Bai Yicong, do you hear anyone singing...... Ignore me, don't scare me. ”

The answer was obvious, and she still didn't get any response.

The sense of fear gradually rose from the bottom of his heart and spread to the depths of his soul, He Manzhou didn't know what the situation was now, and he couldn't guess what he was about to face. She watched as the mountains shimmered with golden light, and as the light covered the barren mountains little by little, the terrible ghost hands sank back to the bottom of the earth, and the howls of ghosts and wolves also had a tendency to subside.

The haze peculiar to winter gradually dissipated, sprouts sprouted with dilapidated dead branches, and the heavy rain stopped overnight.

In its place was the skylight that broke through the clouds.

As the golden sun shone on the earth, the entire mountain forest changed its appearance. The distant mountains were lush green, and the vague dreams in her memory drilled into her mind like a fantasy movie, and in the uncontrollable dizziness, He Manzhou saw countless girls wearing white veils walking from the end of the distant mountains.

They were barefoot, holding white bottles with emerald willow branches, delicate golden bells tied around their ankles, and ethereal white gauze clothes covering the girls' feet, revealing indescribable holiness. The veil woven with golden beads covered their faces, but it inexplicably made people feel that they must be extremely delicate and pure to match such a posture.

After all, every step they take, it is like a flowing cloud at the end of the sky, beautiful and moving.

The water in the net bottle dripped down with the falling willow branches, and the transparent water droplets refracted the sunlight, spreading with fine golden light, and then turned into golden talismans in the air. Several Sanskrit texts sealed the entire open space from the four corners, and the brilliant light was still constantly changing, and it was gradually connected to a light array.

Under the golden light, whether it was the shadow of the tree or the terrifying ghost, it was quiet.

The long dark night that could not see the light came to an end, and the ruins everywhere were piled up like a countercurrent of time and space, and every brick and tile became vivid.

Rising out of thin air in the open space is a quaint temple.

Everything finally quieted down, and the girls were getting closer and closer, and they were performing sacrifices as if no one was around, as if they were in a completely independent time and space, and in the vast chanting, their muffled voices could be vaguely heard, with the purity of not being worldly.

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

It was a little girl who spoke, but she was fifteen or sixteen years old, and her clear and moving eyes seemed to be calm stars.

I don't know why, the little girl is obviously not Mandarin Chinese, but an ancient and long language like the ballad in Fangcai, but He Manzhou actually understands it, and can even capture the cunning in her words. She saw the older girl arrange the veil of the little girl and whisper to her naughty sister.

"Don't show your face or be disheveled, it's disrespectful to the goddess. ”

"Okay...... I know. ”

Then, the sacrifice He Manzhou saw in the desert was repeated again.

The maidens knelt reverently in front of the temple, and a strange sandstorm suddenly struck.

The armoured horses mercilessly tore apart all the holiness, and the thousands of horses galloped past and dispersed in the illusion, the fine bits of dust dissipating in mid-air. The golden light on the goddess's body was dazzling, as if it was about to engulf everything, with a terrifying overwhelming force, and did not give people any chance to resist.

As soon as she raised her hand, it was like the light of the sun.

"Sister, it's the goddess, and the goddess heard our prayers and finally came into the world. ”

"Everything will be fine, it will be fine......"

But the sandstorm did not stop, the sharp sword cut through the sky, the war horse galloped past, trampling the delicate bodies of the maidens, the spear pulling their blood and bones, and the bright red blood stains scattered in the water, like a flower that had failed.

Finally, the white bottle fell from the girl's hand, and the willow branches were stained with clear water and rolled up with a layer of mud and sand.

The girl's veil fell to the ground, and her delicate and beautiful faces were full of horror, and they could not have imagined that this would be the end. The only one who survived was the sly little girl, who trembled her hands and tried to wake her sister, who had been speared through the heart, but it was in vain.

"Sister, sister......"

Her shouts grew farther and farther away, eventually dispersing into the wind.

.......

In the end, Bai Yi faintly came from a deep and beautiful voice.

"The time has come. ”

He Manzhou finally woke up from the illusion, and the prosperity he had just seen gradually faded, leaving only the red bricks and tiles that had become decadent and dilapidated after the baptism of age, the wooden stakes at the door were covered with rotten moss, and the half-human-high weeds covered the steps.

It was a quaint and dilapidated temple.

The contours of the painted paintings on the walls are no longer visible, only strange and staggered lines are entangled, as if recording the unknown history left by a unique era, which makes people feel awe-inspiring and extremely terrifying. The dripping rainwater dripped down the edges and corners of the black eaves of the temple, leaving muddy potholes on the land, which was the ancient temple that He Manzhou had dreamed of.

And diagonally behind the ancient temple is a white Babel Tower.

He Manzhou could only vaguely see that the dome building was hidden in the pouring rain, leaving only a little distant outline, overlapping with the edge of the temple, and it actually looked like a pavilion with only one corner in the ancient painting.

"What's going on?"

He Manzhou bit his lip fiercely before he could barely stabilize his mind and recover from the trance just now.

The phantom-like images have dissipated, the ancient songs have completely ceased, and the sacrificial maidens have disappeared. He Manzhou really wanted to take everything just now as an illusion, but the Tower of Babel in the distance was real, even if it was like a background board-like outline, as if she was too nervous to look at it, it still existed.

What's more, the ancient temple in the dream realm also appeared in front of her eyes.

Under multiple stimuli, He Manzhou was completely in a trance.

"Didn't I start dreaming, wasn't there nothing here just now, where did this ancient temple come from, and the Tower of Babel in the distance, Bai Yicong...... Have you seen the Tower of Babel?"

"See, that's where we're looking. Bai Yicong's tone was not in a hurry, as if there was no surprise about this, and he even had time to explain to He Manzhou, "The pavilion in the painting is just a visual joke, no matter what dynasty it is, there will be no pavilion built in that style, what those two ancient paintings really hide is this Tower of Babel." ”

"Then what's going on with this Tower of Babel, when I first went up the mountain, why was there nothing?" He Manzhou recalled the scene that he didn't know if it was a hallucination or a dream just now, and he still felt a little trance, "You can't be such a tall giant tower, appear out of thin air and disappear out of thin air, that's just too nonsense." ”

"There's nothing incomprehensible, didn't you dream of a mirage?" Bai Yicong looked into the distance and said lightly, "You can understand that the mirage is a passage connected to that ancient inheritance, and this Tower of Babel is the door to open the mirage." ”

"Open the door to the mirage?"

He Manzhou was a little surprised, feeling that every word Bai Yicong said was Chinese, but she couldn't understand a word even together.

She tried to sort out a little bit of the muddy mush in her head, but in the end, it ended in complete failure.

"So we're in a mirage now?"

"It's not a mirage, but sometimes, the real to the extreme is the unreal, and the end of the unreal is also real. ”

Bai Yicong snuffed out the last piece of smoke, and his tone was as light as if it was hidden in thunder.