At this time, He Manzhou should have felt afraid, but for some reason, she had no intention of leaving.

Knowing that you are in hell but wanting to come forward and hug you, if it is not a mad demon, what better explanation is there?

"You...... Who are you?"

He Manzhou's eyes were confused, and his big beautiful eyes looked at the girl in white gauze fixedly, as if he was trying to think about something, so this sentence was squeezed out of his lips so unconsciously.

This illusion was clearer than any previous one, so clear that He Manzhou was no longer sure if this was a dream or not.

Whether it was dreaming of exotic deserts and sacrifices, or the ancient temple where He Sheng was located, or the missing rainy day, He Manzhou participated as a bystander. Everything is just a bystander, and she can't really do anything, even if she is severely suppressed by a sense of powerlessness, she has no way to change the direction of things. So no matter how clear and profound the dream is, it's just to watch the established plot repeat itself in front of her, He Manzhou has no ability to talk, and he can't even move, so he can only wait for the nightmare to wake up.

But this time, He Manzhou's consciousness was absolutely sober.

She can walk, she can see, she can think, she can talk to the girl, she can look up to the death of life, and question the gods who came into the world. He Manzhou could even touch the lotus flowers that bloomed in full bloom, and watched the blood-stained desert stained with the red of the sunset, as if the vitality had been burned out, as if it was about to destroy the world.

It was also at this time that He Manzhou clearly realized that compared to the powerlessness of watching from the sidelines, being in it but still not finding any turning point, going around and around and not finding any way out, is the most desperate thing.

What could be more unacceptable than subversion of faith?

In He Manzhou's heart, he was inextricably linked, unconsciously thinking about those who had and didn't, and the hustle and bustle around him seemed to gradually quiet down. The girl in the blood mist blinked, and blood and tears flowed down her delicate cheeks, and she raised her hand slightly, and the churning blood rain around her had a tendency to stop.

It was sinful beauty, terrifying and awe-inspiring.

"How can you forget me?" the girl smiled as if she were saying something that should have been right. She naturally thought the same way, so when she looked at He Manzhou, there was obvious doubt in her eyes.

"You should know me best......."

The girl's clear and beautiful voice echoed in the emptiness.

He Manzhou looked at her a little confused, and the scene around him suddenly changed drastically. Strange scenes flashed through her mind, a brief peace earlier before disaster befell the ancient kingdom of Loulan.

The white temple stands in the desert, the sun shining brightly with the sun of Phnom Penh, the yellow sand is scorched hot, and the air is filled with the dry smell of excessive lack of water. In places where the sun is too abundant, the light seems to form some kind of fog that is visible to the naked eye, and because of this pale golden shroud, everything seems illusory and ethereal.

Even if it is real, it is like a mirage.

Droplets of water from the fountain overflowed at the edge of the pool, and in the lotus pond sat a girl with a plain white gown hanging to the ground, her long black hair loosely braided, and a beautiful little golden bell tied at the ends.

The white lotus as far as the eye can see is always connected to the sky, and such a scene is really rare to appear in the desert, just like the charm of a girl who does not enter the world. She wore a veil and only showed a pair of eyes that were extremely beautiful. Although he couldn't see her face clearly, He Manzhou still recognized it at a glance that this was the girl who had just sat on the jade coffin.

At that time, she was beautiful and quiet, like the purest water in the green jade bottle.

"Sister, I guess you're here. ”

The girl's crisp laughter came from afar, with an innocence that didn't know anything about the world.

The veiled girl put down what she was doing and looked back in the direction the girl was running from.

The little girl was wearing a long skirt of colorful brocade, barefoot, and she didn't even bother to bring a veil, and it was forbidden for the clan to show her head very unruly, but these things were not so difficult to accept when she did them. Probably because the agility and presumptuousness revealed by her body are too moving, as if there is no one in this world who can restrain her, and she should not be restrained by the eyes of the world.

The little bell hanging from the little princess's ankle rang crisply, but it was not as touching as her laughter.

"It's almost time for the summer festival, and the people in the clan are so busy that no one plays with me, and I'm bored to death.

"I'm also busy, and I don't have the time to play with you. ”

This was said mercilessly, but the girl's words were full of laughter.

Of course, the little princess also heard it, so she became more and more presumptuous, pulled the girl's sleeve, lowered her voice and continued to be coquettish.

"Oh, sister, I know you're busy, I'm definitely not going to make trouble, I'm not here to help you. There are many things to do in the summer sacrifice, but the most important sacrifice preparation must be done by the elder sister - is this the lotus flower to be used in the sacrifice, it is so beautiful!"

The girl knew that she couldn't resist this quirky little girl, so she had to draw a few half-washed lotus flowers and hand them over, and didn't forget to whisper a word.

"Be mindful and remember to chant and pray for blessings. ”

"I know, these are things that I have to do every year. Speaking of which, I'm still looking forward to the summer sacrifice, just like the New Year sacrifice of the goddess, the whole Loulan is lively, how good. Sister, do you know, what I'm looking forward to the most is your dance, when you stand on the high platform and dance the sacrificial dance, you really look like a fairy......

He Manzhou looked at all this and felt familiar and unfamiliar.

The girl who kept chattering was the little princess He Manzhou saw in the illusion.

Different from the desperate and sad appearance in the war and slaughter later, at that time she was younger than when the gods came into the world, and she looked like she was only thirteen or fourteen years old, and she was clearly an ordinary little girl pestering her sister to play, and the words she said did not have the majesty of a princess, and the little crimson on her cheeks was like a spring peach blossom blooming, and a thin smile appeared under her eyes with an indescribable agility, and she began to show her moving demeanor in the future when she was a girl.

And the beauty of the world is probably contrasting, the girl next to the little princess is stunning, and she bent her lips and smiled and silenced the yellow sand sunset of the entire Loulan.

"Don't talk so much, don't stay in the temple well, it's noisy to run to me?"

"Of course I'm here to help you. ”

The little princess stuck out her tongue and quickly stopped talking.

But how could the little girl be idle? After a while, the little mouth began to talk endlessly.

"Sister, do you think we can really see the goddess in the future?"

"You don't believe the words of the High Priest?"

The veiled girl's voice is faint, making it clear that she is not very old, but she has a sense of holiness beyond her age. As high as herself, as if she should stand above the clouds, to be looked up to by the world.

"That'...... Is the goddess beautiful or not, but is there a beautiful sister?"

The little princess still pestered the girl and kept asking. Probably knowing that silence was not an option, the girl finally raised her eyes when she heard this, she put down the bouquet of flowers she was holding, and tilted her head slightly to look at the little princess in front of her.

How could such a quirky girl not be loved? Even the beautiful girl who was cold and self-contained could not help but be more partial to the little princess. So she didn't care about the offense to the gods in these words, but whispered a warning half-jokingly.

"Don't let others hear this, if you can't keep it, you won't be punished enough, and you can't be controlled?"

"I'm just going to ask you secretly, and then I'll talk about it...... Where will the high priest give you up, and how dare you punish me?"

The little princess's cunning eyes turned, and she turned her head sideways and began to play with the lotus, and then her eyes wandered for a while, and suddenly fell on a blade of grass on the ground, as if she had discovered a new continent and became excited.

"Sister, come and see...... It's so beautiful. ”

The little princess squatted down in surprise and went to pick it up, and excitedly raised it to show her sister. The cold girl's gaze swept over the blade of grass and raised her hand to take it.

She twirled the leaf between her fingertips, her slender fingers reflecting the green, revealing an indescribable touch. The blowing wind lifted her veil, and the girl's beautiful eyes half-covered by tassels lifted slightly, facing the little princess's aura eyes, she seemed to see something else through this leaf, and swallowed a low sigh.

"If only Loulan could come down safely and there would be no shortage of water. ”

The little princess subconsciously wanted to nod, but after all, she only pouted in some frustration.

"Yes, then my father won't be so busy every day, and he will be able to spend a little more time with me. And you...... Sister, it's been a long time since you entered the temple and you've been to Moon River with me. ”

Seeing the little princess's slightly lost look, the girl frowned inadvertently. She raised her hand and rubbed the soft ends of the little girl's hair, patted her thin shoulder soothingly, and then laughed softly, her words were not loud, but her tone was with rare seriousness and determination.

"Then we will take our people out and bring them eternal stability. ”

"Sister, if you can really go to the land of eternal life, what do you want to do?" the little princess blinked, her eyes shining with hope, "We will be better off than we are now, and we won't have so many worries anymore?"

"Yes, we will be at peace away from war and disaster, and we will have true eternal life. ”

.......

He Manzhou didn't know what the meaning of this illusion was, she desperately wanted to know what happened afterward.

But it all came to an abrupt end.

Seeing everything disappear, He Manzhou could only look at the girl who was in blood and tears. Her pure white veil was covered in blood, and her delicate cheeks were covered with horrific blood, if she was a fairy in the illusion, now she was the god of death who ruthlessly ended the lives of others with a scythe.

A head embroidered with gold totems draped over her shoulders, and a dusty white gauze skirt hung down to her ankles, obscuring her bare feet.

She walked step by step through the bones and flesh all over the ground, leaving deep and shallow footprints on the boundless yellow sand.

"Who the hell are you?"

After the initial fear faded, He Manzhou's state of mind was almost calm, and he asked this sentence again. Until this time, she was already convinced that she was related to the ancient kingdom of Loulan, and instead of blindly escaping, she just wanted to explore the reason behind it.

"Who am I?"

The girl's smile on her face was gradually distorted, and finally she just laughed miserably.

"I am you, you are my ......"

This sentence is like a predestined word in the book of fate, and it is also like a curse from eternity.