As the end of this sentence fell, time and space seemed to return to that moonlit night. In the faint moonlight, Tsering Gesang crouched in the corner, and he watched Abba raise his glass and pour himself a drink, and whispered drunkenly about the terrible sacrifice and the temple that loomed in the blizzard.

and the most terrifying of all, the ghosts that came out of the sea of flowers.

The heavy snow never stopped with the wind, and when the tangled mandala flowers bloomed, they rose like flames pouring into the sky, and the enchanting red to the extreme reflected the elegant and white snow, and before one red and one white, it seemed that everything in heaven and earth was only left with these two colors. The silhouette of a woman gradually emerges from the flowers, an illusion with a sense of distance, like the ethereal bubble of Aphrodite's birth.

She walked out of the sea of flowers, just a back, but enough to evoke reverie, as if the ultimate beauty was entangled in her body, every inch revealed pride and holiness. All the beautiful and moving words of the world seemed scarce to her, so that the scenes that defied the laws of nature were justified by miraculous amazement.

Abba stood by and watched dumbfounded, and he didn't speak for a long time.

And when he finally recovered from the powerful visual impact, he noticed the strangeness of the girl. At first, Abba just thought that the girl's appearance was hazy and distant, and he thought that it was because the snow was obscuring his vision, or the filter on the cold moonlight was too moving, so many things were not really visible.

But when he fixed his eyes, he finally discovered the amazing scene.

Where that girl is human, perhaps it would be more accurate to describe it as a ghostly ghost.

Her body was clearly translucent, like an illusory shadow floating in mid-air, and the tangled vines clinged to the phantom, giving her a certain morbid vitality. The flowers under the girl's feet grow and wither rapidly, and in the process, you can even see her shadow changing constantly, but because the speed is too fast, you can only see the translucent texture of trance.

It's like some terrible soul about to wake up.

The dull pain at the tip of the tongue was accompanied by a faint smell of blood, and Abba finally regained his consciousness. He was trying to find some clue from the strange experience of tonight, when did he start to go wrong, from climbing the snowy mountain, or from seeing the temple that seemed to appear on another plane?

Where did the ethereal chanting sound come from, and were the sacrifices in front of the temple real or fake?

Abba watched as the girls in white gauze were kneeling on the ground, and in front of the snow-covered temple was a high altar, and the beautiful maidens were wearing a thin veil on their faces, and their bodies were covered with gorgeous and gorgeous dance clothes, and they were dancing on the altar with plain bottles in their hands. And under the altar, there are kneeling rows of devout believers.

Such a scene was close in front of them, but their eyes were empty, as if they could not see the sea of mandala flowers. Just as Abba and the two strangers stood on the border of the mandala flower sea, they separated themselves from the rapidly growing flowers by a short distance, as if they could explore the boundary between the real and the unreal by taking a step forward, but no one dared to step forward.

How do you describe the subtlety of that moment?

A sense of confusion is revealed in every detail, as if time and space have been distorted in that instant, and two parallel planes that do not interfere with each other are forcibly stacked together, and this temple is used as a link to gradually coincide. In the fragmented time and space, the boundaries between the present, the past, and the future are no longer distinct, and even a new order has been integrated.

The vague phantom distorted into chaos, and was reborn in chaos.

"Young Master. ”

The middle-aged man in his fifties called in a low voice, and under the silent eyes of the young man beside him, he took the initiative to step forward and help the sick man to walk towards the edge of the sea of flowers.

I don't know if it's Abba's delusion, the man's vitality seems to be weakening with the blooming flowers, and his already pale face is completely bloodless at the moment, as if he will completely swallow his last breath at any time.

"The time has come. As soon as the man spoke, he broke out a low cough, and his vocal cords were hoarse, "The snow covers the mountain, I thought I was ...... arrived late, and it happened to be just in time for the opening of the sacrifice, which was just right. ”

He was greeted by a girl's chuckle.

"Finally met, the owner of the Flower Soul. ”

The clear and beautiful voice came with the wind, and the girl finally turned her head. In the faint moonlight, her appearance is coated with a hazy filter, and her extremely beautiful facial features reflect her translucent skin, with a beautiful bewitching in the weird, which is accompanied by the amazement of death.

The girl spoke softly, with an almost innocent tenderness in her eyes, but under the strange scene, even the words seemed evil and charming, just like her secretive words, others couldn't understand a word, but they only felt fear.

"Flower Soul is waiting for the owner of the contract, are you here to save me, or am I here to save you?"

"You saved me, and I saved you. ”

As the girl's gaze grew, the weak man broke off a mandala flower.

The middle-aged man beside him immediately handed the knife to him, and the man did not hesitate, and immediately cut his wrist with the blade, the wound reflected the snow, and the bright red color was almost shocking. Drops of blood fell on the plump petals of the mandala flower, and the eye-catching red bloomed more enchantingly, and even the whole sea of flowers became more and more bright.

In the process of bloodletting, golden charms were born out of thin air around the sea of flowers.

The dazzling gold brightened the darkness of the night, suspended in mid-air, and gradually condensed into ancient symbols, the sparkling light exuding a compelling holiness, and for a few seconds Abba almost thought that this was the coming of a god.

Between parallel time and space, the drumbeat of the sacrifice became more and more rapid. The ancient rumor of praying to the gods came from afar, and the people who knelt down bowed their heads with their hands folded reverently, and they were clearly making sacrifices on the kneeling altar, but they didn't know that in the invisible place, another even stranger sacrifice was also going on.

Accompanied by the distant sound of chanting, the symbols that emerged from the dazzling and brilliant gold actually changed with the rhythm of the dance in front of the temple, and the quiet snowy night formed a very strange curtain, and the afterimages left by time and space were staged one by one, sometimes the horses in heavy armor raised their front hooves proudly, sometimes the maidens in white veils knelt reverently on the ground, and the men with shields and spears lined up in a procession, guarding the birth of some unknown and mysterious civilization.......

The dance on the altar danced to the last scene, and the man's blood finally dried up little by little.

His shriveled body quickly grew old, and after losing his vitality, he suddenly collapsed into the sea of flowers, and the mandala flower was like a hideous monster fed with nutrients, quickly clinging to his corpse, engulfing him inch by inch. The scene after that was too terrifying, Abba watched such a living person disappear in front of him, and he was torn to pieces by the hideous flowers, and there was no flesh, skin, or even the dregs of bones left, and he couldn't help but be completely stunned.

Fear ruled him to flee, but his feet were frozen in place, unable to move a single step.

As a result, Abba soon saw an even more bizarre scene.

In the midst of the tangled and complicated flowers and vines, the man actually reappeared.

The mandala flower is like a flowing substance, little by little it recondenses the fragments of flesh and blood, his body is gradually pieced together, and he becomes a living person again, and the flower vine is the supply of his life, he survives in this strange way, as if he has been reborn.

When the tangled vines gradually subsided, the ritual was completely completed.

The man opened his eyes from the flowers in the sky, and he took a few steps forward and handed the flower nourished by his blood and life to the girl's hand. The girl's slender fingertips gently brushed the mandala flower, and the petals disappeared with her touch, and finally condensed into a delicate tattoo on her wrist.

"It's a pleasure to work with you, Master of Flower Soul, and I hope you won't let me down. The girl laughed, looked at the man coquettishly, and her slender fingers ran along his eyebrows, and finally stopped at his jaw, "The spiritual power brought by Yu Ruyi is running out, I can't support the mirage for too long, let's talk about it later." ”

The man raised the corners of his lips and smiled, bowing his head slightly in acquiescence.

"Yes, my little princess. Well, Yoo Jin saw you. ”

As the girl's words fell, the mirage quickly collapsed.

The mandala flowers all over the sky gradually faded, fading into the strange red of Abba's memory, and then even that touch of red gradually disappeared, as if this out-of-season bloom had never existed at all. Abba only felt that everything in front of him had become blurry, and the whole scene had slowed down like slow motion, so slow that time and space seemed to come to a standstill.

There was a vastness between heaven and earth, and only snowflakes were left falling.

After the illusory vision vanished, those people disappeared into thin air.

Those strange scenes emerged frame by frame, and then dissipated with the light of the broken golden thread. The girl born in the entanglement of mandala flowers, the two strange travelers everywhere, the strange sacrifices carried out in the temple in the snow, and the contract full of death and blood, all faded into almost non-existent thoughts, accompanied by a sudden sense of weightlessness even more trance.

Then Abba lost consciousness.

When he sobered up, all he could see was snow, as if he wanted to cover the heavens and the earth. The sacred mountain in the minds of believers, Kawagebo Peak, is still as holy and mysterious as ever, where is there a temple, and where is there a sea of flowers?

Abba remembers that he had gone up the mountain for a strange business, but now it was a huge mystery where the guests had gone, and he didn't even know how long he had been asleep and how he had survived in such a cold environment.

Under the extreme cold, wouldn't people have lost consciousness completely in their deep sleep?

None of these questions could be answered, just as Abba couldn't confirm whether the strange scenes before him were true or false. The chaotic time and space returned to normal order at this moment, and the only thing left by Abba's side was a mandala flower that had not yet withered, echoing the dreamlike fragment of memory, as if to prove the existence of something.

It turns out that all this is true.