The emotions at that moment were too subtle for He Manzhou to accurately summarize.

"When the gods are resurrected through her body, she is no longer an incarnation. ”

This sentence is obviously the first time I have heard it, but what is the source of that sense of déjà vu?

He Manzhou raised his head and looked at Bai Yicong in a lost mind, and at that moment, time and space seemed to freeze.

Her ears were no longer Bai Yicong's words, she seemed to hear the thunder from the end of the sky. The thick light gray clouds are dense and opaque, and the air is crowded with rich water vapor that is not common in places with long droughts, and the dark clouds shield the foreign sun from the scorching sun, as if even the last bit of light has been replaced by a depression that has nowhere to hide.

It was a long night that refused to rest.

The solemn temple looks a little mysterious behind the cover of the night, the candles are lit up at the end of the darkness, the high altar is erected in front of the temple, and the ethereal white veil and the entangled lights sway in the cold evening breeze, as if outlining a beautiful dream.

And behind the dream is eternal life.

At that time, the ignorant believers were still in the mystery of the high priest's lies. They do not realize that eternal life itself is the source of disaster, and they indulge in lies and abandon any other attempt, as if they have actively sent themselves into layers of shackles until they reach their final death.

So, what really happened on the day the disaster broke out?

It was the manifestation of the Tower of Babel, the incarnation of the gods.

It is the disaster and bloodshed that come one after another, and it is also the conspiracy near the poor dagger.

He Manzhou traced it back in her incomplete memories through thousands of years, and she saw the last sacrifice of the ancient kingdom of Loulan, the cruelty that people couldn't bear to look at.

Even in a mysterious country that has always worshiped gods, such eerie scenes are very uncommon. When the gods came, the ultimate sacredness seemed to deprive human beings of room for thinking, and their entire consciousness was assimilated, completely dominated by hypnotic thoughts, and there was no discussion of what the individual thought, and the only thing left was obedience.

For example, groups of Loulan people kneeling in front of the temple.

Those people were dressed in all kinds of clothes, old and young, but when viewed from top to bottom, they were like densely placed marionettes, and their uniform movements were carved out of a mold, without any life at all, as if men, women, and children, beautiful and ugly, and even the existence of life had become meaningless.

The bitter evening breeze mixed with the characteristic cold of winter gilded this already eerie scene with eerie plating.

The temple stands under the shadow of the moon, and the oppressive force penetrates directly into the depths of people's souls, so that the insignificant emotions are unilaterally stripped away, and there is no room for too much thought, after all, they are just puppets who have lost their souls.

When will the status quo be questioned?

It was from the moment the glass house that bound people gradually became clear, and when everyone was dancing in the whitewashed peace, no one would realize what was wrong, let alone suspect the absurdity of the environment. In many cases, the long-term indoctrination will invisibly tamper with many things, and even if some things are wrong from the root, they will become blind in word of mouth, and become the conventional truth, so that all the weirdness and absurdity have a reason.

After being blindly embraced by extreme holiness and excess, no one delves into what is happening at this moment. Until the first person who tried to break out of the wall hit the outer wall of the glass house and realized the lie that had been imprisoned for a long time, people still did not want to believe the truth, as if the alien of this prophet could be eliminated and the peace could be further whitewashed. They ignored the deteriorating impasse and missed the last chance of life.

Until the final disaster strikes, everyone will have to pay the price.

The little princess of Loulan stood on the edge of the high altar in a gorgeous costume, her big smart eyes with a little doubt, as if she was still questioning the high priest's decision until the moment before the sacrifice was about to begin.

Why is she the one who comes to dance the prayer dance today?

"High priest, have you seen Sister, why didn't Sister come today?"

"Your Royal Highness, it's time for you to take the stage. ”

"But ......."

The little princess clearly wanted to say something more, but was simply interrupted by the high priest.

"It's coming to an end, you don't have to ask. ”

Perhaps the people in the audience were also in a trance at that time, and when they saw the little princess Loulan taking the stage instead of the saint, they also had a low voice, but such doubts did not make any difference, and they were just scattered words.

"Why Her Royal Highness the Princess, Lord Saint?"

"Whatever, the sacrifice begins right away. ”

.........

As the first drum beat sounded, the believers in the audience knelt down one after another.

They worship reverently, constantly kowtowing their heads, waiting for the gods they have been worshipping for a long time to come. The twelve concubines surrounded the little princess, holding the net bottle in their hands, their expressions solemn and solemn, and they came one after another to fill the water in the fountain, and picked up half of the branch from the side, almost worshipping reverently.

The ancient and mysterious sound of chanting came from the temple, sacred and distant. When the last girl had also finished the ritual, the emerald green branches in the metal bottles, the twelve holy girls barely had any expression, and when the absolute divine came, everything seemed illusory and hazy.

The slender fingers of the girls twisted the long branches, and the water they had dipped dripped down the veins of the leaves, dripping unhurriedly on the ground.

The chanting was accompanied by the chanting of the maidens, and the crisp echo of the striking metal grew faster and faster.

There was another thunderclap in the sky, and a Tower of Babel appeared in the illusion.

The golden light spread down the top of the tower, and strange symbols were carved on the perimeter of the tower, as if some kind of unwritten text had been activated, and the pilgrim maidens raised their heads reverently, and they knelt on the ground with their hands facing up. The dance on the altar was still going on, and the little princess's dance dress embroidered with gold thread reflected the lightning and thunder.

It was like a dance that destroyed the world, so beautiful that people didn't dare to look at it directly.

And at this moment, the ever-bright lights under the temple are bright and dark, and it is a different scene.

Outside the temple was the holiest sacrifice in the world, and everyone's attention was on the altar, so no one noticed that the shrine, which had been guarded by the high priest Haosheng, opened a small gap, and the long steps spread somewhere. But He Manzhou, who came beyond time and space, stood from the perspective of a bystander and saw everything clearly.

The uncontrollable force drove He Manzhou forward, and she stepped on the slippery steps all the way down.

The silence was so loud that it was about to drive people crazy, and the darkness became sticky and terrifying, as if it had transformed into a terrible monster with its bloody mouth open and trying to swallow it all. At this moment, it is as if time and space have lost their meaning, and in the darkness as far as the eye can see, everything seems nothing, or all fear comes from unpredictable nothingness.

It wasn't until the long steps became flat that a faint blue light suddenly came.

It was a very dark crystal coffin.

Blue originally represented purity, but the silent blue is like a lifeless pool of stagnant water, which does not give anything in the world, but maintains the eternal remnants of evil by depriving it of endless vitality. The blood-colored spell was eerie and eerie, entangled around the coffin, like some ancient seal restraining something terrifying from sleeping, or the other way around, a ritual of horror waiting for the sleeping god to awaken.

He Manzhou looked straight at the crystal coffin, and many unpredictable things gradually became clear.

As if receiving some kind of summoning, the crystal coffin suddenly shone brightly.

At that moment, a dazzling blue light diffused.

There was a great upheaval throughout the cave, a crack in a locked floodgate, and the secrets of the years were surging.

In the midst of the extreme nothingness, a low sigh was suddenly heard.

That sigh was extremely light and faint, almost inaudible, but it involved all of He Manzhou's sensitive nerves, making her heart tremble.

"When the gods are resurrected through her body, she is no longer an incarnation. ”

The girl's voice is so good, echoing in the silence, light as if she is about to wake up from a dream.

However, this does not symbolize a good night's sleep, nor does it mean the arrival of a sweet dream.

Rather, it's the beginning of a horrible nightmare.

"Original...... The truth is that I am the victim. ”

The girl's sigh fell straight into He Manzhou's heart through the eternal time and space.

What does the so-called victim mean, and who was the girl who was taken as a victim back then?

The tears that flowed down the girl's delicate cheeks overlapped across time and space, and so unconsciously overflowed He Manzhou's eyes, and just when the tears were about to fall, the woman sleeping in the sea of knowledge suddenly opened her eyes. Those half-open and half-closed blue eyes were so beautiful that it was impossible to look at them directly, and they flashed in He Manzhou's mind again.

........ It was a sudden feeling of suffocation.

The invisible hand suddenly choked He Manzhou's throat, and a moment of distraction flashed in her clear and agile eyes, she had clearly escaped from the illusion, but she still did not get rid of the oppressive force brought by that woman.

And time and space overlapped again, and a lot of things were skewed.

Just like when she was on Chaohui Mountain, through the rain curtain like smoke and fog, He Manzhou clearly looked at Bai Yicong standing beside her with an umbrella, but the distance between the two people was so far away. She couldn't take a step forward, and the murmur that overflowed between her lips and teeth was completely drowned in the sound of the rain, and she couldn't say a word.

At this moment, He Manzhou couldn't control the sudden trance, and she was sitting in front of her eyes, but she couldn't say anything, and there was an invisible barrier between the two people. Or maybe it's two planes that can't be shared.

An indifferent and emotionless chuckle came from the illusory time and space, like a question and a mockery.

"So, what are you running away from?"

.......

What are you running away from?

He Manzhou didn't know what kind of deep meaning this question hid in.

As if she couldn't tell who was questioning her, or through the indiscernible nothingness, from the confusion of not knowing where to go, through her mind to question the people buried in the dust of time thousands of years ago.

Are you there, running away?

Are you still running away from the fate that you can't get rid of?